How did I fall?
I must have asked for the call
I went with a man
Who showed me how
I feel like I'm landing
On this ground that's so stable
A soft thudded land
The reds are so vivid
The yellows shine in a radiant flame
Dancing the music of mine and your name
Our names were given by the Gods we call
Our heroes and mentors
That we adore and obey
We ask for their guidance and call the Gods from our past
The ancient Gods who walked these lands
Just like all of us do
My God is that of a nature source
Powerful and wise
She doesn't like to be seen
She wears an invisible disguise
The ether I see, the nothing of in between
My source is the humming, vibrational wind.
Ear drums listen to the hum
One is silent, the other is sound.
The yin and yang
The sun and the moon
The man and woman
About the Creator
Alfiya
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Last Days
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was me, but there was something warped, and that was not me. I narrow my eyes and peer into the narrowing eyes of my deformed reflection. I was off, and while I could see it in my reflection, no one else could see it. At least no one acknowledges it. Getting out of bed has become a chore. A chore I hate. After fifteen to twenty minutes of lying awake, staring at the ceiling and wishing I hadn't woken up, I finally shift to the side of the bed, legs dangling down the four foot high drop to the floor.
By Colt Henderson2 days ago in Horror
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