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Literature
Dream Travel
From here
to there
for eternity.
This constant distance constricts me and transcends me
as I travel through my dreams.
I see myself in shattered mirrors; a million shards of unfading hope crying for resolve.
And then I turn to see myself now, staring into the abyss, as if waiting for some kind of madness.
As present moves to past, the abyss becomes a door,
through which I move into the future.
My dreams suddenly, gradually crossfade into ever-vivid reality.
I travel further.
The events following resemble deja-vu, and perchance such is so of some lost prophetic vision;
change, like a thief in the night, from mere shards to to being they once w
All
77 deviations
Literature
Dream Travel
From here
to there
for eternity.
This constant distance constricts me and transcends me
as I travel through my dreams.
I see myself in shattered mirrors; a million shards of unfading hope crying for resolve.
And then I turn to see myself now, staring into the abyss, as if waiting for some kind of madness.
As present moves to past, the abyss becomes a door,
through which I move into the future.
My dreams suddenly, gradually crossfade into ever-vivid reality.
I travel further.
The events following resemble deja-vu, and perchance such is so of some lost prophetic vision;
change, like a thief in the night, from mere shards to to being they once w
Featured
36 deviations
Literature
The Poet of Logic
Other poets write from their heart,
she rights from her logical mind.
She communicates her poetry with her actions, awkward and occasionally cryptic.
Those who can read it are rare and seldom found,
leaving her well-organized verses to be a perpetual charade;
a charade that teaches her what logic has yet known,
so that perchance she might see what her poetry could sow
if only it were read.
MLP Poetry
28 deviations
Prince Dadahead
3 deviations
Literature
The Warrior Cometh
The warrior cometh,
He is I,
I bring very little yet
I have the strength to smite any enemy before me.
The great power of the warrior will never fail,
For I am willing to fight fate itself,
I will tread upon all land,
Sea,
Even the sky
With my sword held high.
I am the warrior,
My battle cry will shake the ground of this earth forever
My flame will never go out,
Not even on my final deathbed
On the bloody front.
Early Poetry
15 deviations
Literature
Dream Travel
From here
to there
for eternity.
This constant distance constricts me and transcends me
as I travel through my dreams.
I see myself in shattered mirrors; a million shards of unfading hope crying for resolve.
And then I turn to see myself now, staring into the abyss, as if waiting for some kind of madness.
As present moves to past, the abyss becomes a door,
through which I move into the future.
My dreams suddenly, gradually crossfade into ever-vivid reality.
I travel further.
The events following resemble deja-vu, and perchance such is so of some lost prophetic vision;
change, like a thief in the night, from mere shards to to being they once w
Poetry
23 deviations
Scraps
1 deviation
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