For some reasonn, autumn is that time of year when I have uncontrollable urges to write, yet is not able to due to a lack of subjects to write about. So I reckon I try and get people to give me ideas such as words or any subjects that they've come across as interesting (eg. historical events) and I'll just write to whatever tickles my fancy, They will probably all be short stories though since I am not interested in sorting out the complexities, plot bunnies, actual plot, heartaches and Chapter 2s that come with creating and continueing novels.

An even if no one suggests anything because they think I'm wasting their time I'll still add stuff that pops into my mind. Or actually attempt to write. |D

The Morningstar

Dance tonight with the melodious fiddle

Dance tonight with Doom

Toast with Death

And laugh with the Gods

While you celebrate the joys

The wonders of life

In the gloom of the Moon

Enter the doors

Bid the Gatekeeper farewell

And leave the world

No regrets

No doubts

No fears untold

To the Void beyond

And to the Morningstar

The New Day unfolds

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I'm sure someone's going to point out and chid me silly about the inaccuracy of this |D I'm sorry but I am not Chirstian and have got all my facts from comic books *shot*
I'm not very good at poems, but I s'pose I ought to practice.

And what's this battle of Cooches Bridge about, chantico? :o

Hey I did something good this time!

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Inspiration

In the aeroplane the mind does wonder

Of most perculiar things such as dreams.

Or perhaps only my own, for it loves

To soar, to run, to escape when I’m trapped,

Bound by belts and my fear of the sky,

It brings with it all the familiar faces.

For my mind does nurture so many faces,

With Xan, with Ariel, wild ones of the sky,

To entertain Leshii and all her loves,

To speculate about love, to wonder

About freedom, about feeing those trapped

In chains, in hate, in such corrupted dreams.

My mind won’t let me sink into sweet dreams.

Into sweet, silent sleep; instead it trapped

Me into writing. To my secret loves.

Words and their great symphony; their wonder,

Their magic, a curse with many faces,

As lasting and immense as the dark sky.

The clouds, wild and untamable beasts of the sky

That haunts and shifts into shapes of my dreams,

Drives me into a fev’rish state that loves

Their sight; that craves their light. How I wonder

How I fall for their so many faces.

They can draw out everything I have trapped.

In the crazed, fev’rish state that they have trapped

Me in. I scrabble for paper, faces

Glance at me oddly, and they all wonder

What possessed me to find sick bags, what dreams

Could be so important to me, the sky?

Not her. They know not of my secret loves

Beyond the sky, to the place my mind loves

I try to paint it, this realm of all dreams

To paint with care: the multicoloured sky,

The realm of hers, the familiar faces,

And here I am so delightfully trapped

In what has captured me in its wonder

To see familiar faces all in the sky

All my loves soar while I remain here trapped

In the delirious wonder of my dreams.

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Haha, I lied :D

 This was written while I was on the plane, after reading 'Vampire's Sestina' by Neil Gaiman. Then I went to Hey-this-looks-pretty-fun-to-try mode and written one. Then I realised how stupid I was.

Thank you c:

There was nothing else on the plane ;( and furthermore they only gave the sick bag to Ping.

You know what, this is just going to be Raru's Poems. Because my short stories are taking far too long:

Not anything, not nothing

 Cold as steel

 As ice

 Drizzles follow the path I walk

 Not drizzles. Tears.

 But I cannot cry

 My heart as dead as stone

 I walk between everything

 Between good and evil

 Darkness and light

 Black and white

 I keep walking

 I know nothing.

What colour am I?

 My sister was asking help for her task which involved making a poem to the ti
tle 'what colour am I?'. 'Course she gave up with me after I did this from the top of my head. I wonder if you lot know what colour this is.

I don't 8D

Thank you! Like I mentioned (several times), I've never been so good at poems xD Hopefully one day I could upload a much nicer prose piece to show.

Mmph..Is Raru's color poem about the color gray? :3

And I like your poems. I'm not much of a critic, I'm afraid, so I cant give you a very analytical response, but I love the way you write, Raru. Keep up with it. :3

Hee, it is indeed grey xD

And thank you ^^ Hopefully I can improve as I do more of these.

Eat Me, Drink Me

Eat Me

Drink Me

Follow Me

Down the Rabbit Hole

Where Curiosity conquers

All I should know

Never stopped to think

Of what lies below

Eat Me

Drink Me

Help Me

Get inside this tiny door

The key’s up there

And I on the floor

Another bite I take

And now I grow more

Eat Me

Drink Me

Find Me

My dear little friend

My Little White Rabbit

His house I will mend

And please stop smoking

Or you’ll soon meet your end

Eat Me

Drink Me

Sing Me

A nicer song oh please

Your tone is too harsh

For the child on your knees

And tell your cook to stop at once

For she makes me sneeze

Eat Me

Drink Me

Give Me

A cup of tea at least

Before I tell my story

To finish this meagre feast

Pay attention now

Oh, you horrid beast!

Eat Me

Drink Me

Save Me

From the Queen’s dreadful wrath

I fear she will not listen

And punishments she does hath

Please save me, my grinning cat

Before I walk down the path

Eat Me

Drink Me

Wake Me

Before I’m dead

I don’t know how to flee now

From the Queen of Red

She follows with her angry cry

“Off with her head!”

Eat Me

Drink Me

Kill Me

I love Alice in Wonderland c: