LordofthePies

Aieth - The World Between

Nori put her elbows on the table and her head in her hands as she listened. Learning was her passion, and she loved hearing about Alex's passion. She didn't know much of anything about the snakes, and it was interesting to know their origin. Nori was also glad to know that he had magic, even if it was one spell. Just another thing to learn. Alex did a demonstration, but she couldn't get to her journal fast enough. She reached for it but was transfixed. It was a beautiful spell, one more showy than any of hers. Her magic just gave off a soft glow, nothing like this. Although, her breathlessness quickly left when the spell failed.

Norix bolted from her chair to his aid. She knew that when spells failed, it was a terribly unpleasant experience. It always made her sick, and sometimes it even burned her hands. She placed a gentle hand on his back and made him sit down. If he fell, that would be a mess.

"Sit, we don't want you passing out." Nori's eyes shifted to Zeke, who offered a dispel.

If this was his magic failing, Norix knew nothing would help. If anything, magic would make it worse.

"What happened?" Nori stood beside him, her hands at her side.

Dracons were not known for comfort. They did what had to do and then left the patient on their own. Even Norix simply guiding him to his seat was a stretch for her kind. She considered getting him a water or some broth, but she knew, from her own experience, that wouldn't help nausea.

Norix was worried for Alex. Failing a magic demonstration must be embarrassing along with sickening. She didn't do a good job hiding her worry, but she wasn't trying to. As a healer, this was her job. And he seemed so happy to show them his magic. In her mind, this was tragic. Like watching a dog trying to do a trick and then hurting itself. Nori was empathetic, this had happened to her many times in the past. Even watching it made her stomach churn. She didn't know what to do for him, she knew nothing would help.

A Poet's Experience

I waited for all my problems to be solved
I waited for Solution
To be expected, I got Nothing

So I searched for Solution
I found half
Waiting in Office

Some Solution was given to me
It made me sane,
Fix my broken brain

But I wasn't happy
Half wasn't enough
I thought Solution was a bluff

I looked for something else
I searched for happiness
For Salvation

I searched for Feeling
But I only got Pain
So I went back

I went to work, unburying Salvation
Shovel in hand, book in the other
I read myself my final rights

I buried myself
Next to Salvation
But it was you, all along

You sat in my coffin
Waiting for me
Waiting to give in

You told me to get out
So I stood on the ground
Instead of in

You took my hand
and lead me away
My beautiful Salvation.

You lead me through Pain
Through Misery and Torment
I was scared of Salvation

But you took my hand and lead me through
Through all of the hate, anger, and sorrow
Through it all

I not only found you,
Salvation,
But I found happiness with you

You lead me through suffering
Only so I could understand
You gave me happiness

You gave me reason
You fed me strife
My sweet Salvation,

You gave me life.

A Poet's Experience

Get in place
Say your line
This is a play
Do your part

But this feeling
It isn't my heart
It's my mind
It's my sense

My heart says stay
My head says run
This isn't what you want
This isn't who you are

I break away
See them sing and sway
"Was that really me?"
I say to myself

I walk out
Into the sun
Only to find the barrel of a gun
And a man saying

"Go back. There's nothing out here."
But there is, I can see it
But I don't want to die
So I go back and hide

Their eyes judge me
As I sit underneath the stairs
Listening to the production
It's fake a flawed

There are corpses down here
Others that ran away
They tell me
I can't stay

I go out again
Instantly under attack
I run and run, feeling the wind on my back
For a moment, I'd say it was beautiful

Then I notice everything is black
The sky, the earth
The water is poison
The planet, trash

I realize the truth in the words
There's nothing out here
But there's nothing in there
I can't make up my mind

I can't stay
But I can't sing and sway
So I lay down and cry,
Waiting to die

A Poet's Experience

There's nothing more painful
Then losing a part of yourself

Losing a part of you
That you called a friend

There's nothing more painful
Then losing something you love

A feeling, an object
A person

There's nothing more painful
Then losing someone's trust

A Poet's Experience

I see the people
They sway around me
I think they're trash and scum

Then I think, don't be so harsh
They're people like you
They're human too

"What does it mean to be human?"
I cry
Now I'm under their scornful eye

They sit and state
And I feel strange and alien
They snicker and mock

And I think
What does it mean to be human
It isn't this

To be human is to care
And share
And give peace of mind

I think
This isn't human,
None of us are

Maybe the only ones that are human
Are the animals
Because it's certainly not the people

A Poet's Experience

It's 3 in the morning
And I'm standing outside
I'm in a place
Where everything goes to hide

The cold bites into me
But I do not mind
I can feel the snow through my shoes
Maybe, this is what I should choose

I sit in the cold
And bask in the sun's nonexistent glow
There are no words to ruin this
No thoughts to ruin me

The cold, it alleviates my pain
Numbs the wound
It touches me
Through the layers

I feel content
A strange kind of boon
Is this the answer to my prayer?
Is God's gift the cool winter air?

Maybe this will fix my blues
Maybe this is what I choose
I should move to where there isn't sun
Instead of looking into the barrel of my own gun

A Poet's Experience

Snow by Louis Macneice -

The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
World is suddener than we fancy it.

World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.

And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world
Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes—
On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one's hands—
There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.

A Poet's Experience

Garbage, burden, mistake
I go by many names
Worthless, selfish, waste
I go by many phrases
Useless, stupid, freak
They all get to me

My mother doesn’t love me
My father doesn’t care
At least that’s what my brain is telling me
I live in a world of despair

“You’re a burden”
“Die already”
That's what the thoughts think
That’s what they tell me, day after day

Even when I think I’m fine
Even when I think I’m happy
Maybe this is a sign?
A sign I’ll never be free

Free from this curse
Free from this feeling
Free from my thoughts
Free from myself

At this rate, I’ll end my day in a hearse
One mistake waiting to be made
One made with little forethought
But is that what I really want?

I want to be happy
I already am
I don’t want to die
I’m not going to

But at this rate, what I’m going through
The words and phrases in my mind
I can’t help but cry
But I’m not going to

I’m not going to let these feelings win
I’m not going to let the words sting
I’m not going to let the phrases in
I’m not going to kill myself over talk

Useless, stupid, freak
They won’t get to me
Worthless, selfish, waste
I can change
Garbage, burden, mistake
I can leave

I’ll live a life
So pure, so fine
That even my brain
Will change its mind

Age of Gossamer

Start creating it, but don't post it yet. I'd say wait until we get a couple more people.

Age of Gossamer

Great! When we get the thread up and running i'll be sure to move him over to characters right away. c: