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Life....wrote it two years agoIn a world where darkness waxes and wanes, In a world where freedom is bound by chains,Life....wrote it two years ago
A light of hope flickers and burns, alive, And the reeds of Life find a way to thrive.
When a burst of pollen takes to the sky, Life glides on the morning wind.
When the cry of a newborn baby sounds, When the infantile sobs entreat the nourishing teat, Life whispers in a mother’s ear.
When a mother cradles a new-born babe,
When she looks upon it with caring eyes, Life caresses a motherly cheek.
When a father holds his young son, Life forms a bon
by ~Veritaphilliac
Shadow of the TruthPrologueShadow of the Truth
The children ran down the mountain in a flurry. Water speckled the autumn grass when their feet splashed into silver brooks, and their laughter would cause angry birds to take flight in a spell of wings and feathers. The children never noticed.
The woman stood at the door of the small cottage, looking out at the children as they chased each other down the slope, laughing and shouting and splashing water into each other's faces. She was young, very young; not one and twenty. And her face was sad. Eyes as blue as still water looked out at the smallest child of them all, a boy one year old with dark hair; dark
by ~Veritaphilliac
LifewalkA man walks down an empty street. All is ominously still, a tense silence hangs in the air, only broken by the tapping of his feet on the pavement, and the subtle caress of the wind against his face. The man feels a chill crawl up his spine, sending shivers across his skin. He turns, shaky, looking down the path he has been forging. He sees himself down the path. He is a child, running, laughing, playing, engaging in the innocence of simple mirth.Lifewalk
He turns away, eyes shut, a rueful smile playing across his face. He keeps walking down the street, but the chill assaults him again, this time accompanied by the tug of the wind. Relu
by ~Veritaphilliac
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I Saw The OceanOn a Small land surrounded by trees The occupation made it a prison with gates that I could not reach Rain is the only type of water I can see But I did the impossible I saw the OceanI Saw The Ocean
I’m a prisoner in this land, and lying can’t be found in my dictionary With all the barriers that surrounded me I saw the Ocean
People in this small prison wanted to hear How it feels like to challenge my fear They wanted to hear a description of the ocean But I faded into a moment of silence Words began to scrawl out my mouth And I said I saw the Ocean &n
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- Current Residence: Palestine
- Interests: Writing, reading, mideval history, fencing, standup, words, words, words, words...
- Favourite movie: In Fair Palestine: A Story of Romeo and Juliet, made by Palestinian teens, including myself!
- Favourite band or musician: Lynyrd Skynyrd!
- Favourite genre of music: Rock! Musical film scores!
- Favourite artist: Todd Lockwood. Amok.
- Favourite poet or writer: George R. R. Martin. William Shakespeare.
- Favourite photographer: Zaid Amr! My friend, and a photographic genius.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Shell of choice: Nonchalance...haha!
- Wallpaper of choice: Bittery Chivalry, by Todd Lockwood
- Skin of choice: I am not a racist...but I DO have a bad sense of humor
- Favourite game: Kingdom Hearts 2, Demon Stone
- Favourite cartoon character: Kronk
- Personal Quote: "In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act." - Orwell
- Tools of the Trade: The Typewriter
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