Tag: Choices

To Fall

by Desnei, posted in Free Verse, Poetry

Falling from risen towers through the sky
To the sea. I never imagined I’d see through
The membrane of all I ever believed. A fall
So great all the seraphim, those we lost, cry.

In this sorrowful rain I recollect on the way
I lived. Regrets and joys are the things I pay
To see how fickle life truly is. No, I can’t stay.

This old path casts shadows I’ve grown accustomed to. I’ll fight
My way out trying to see light once more. I must change. . .

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Rain by txvirus

I’ve always loved the concept of falling in a metaphysical sense. We live lives like we’re creating miniature towers of Babel which eventually fall and rightfully so. We can blame others for the fall but only our hands did the masonry. A time comes that our hearts will lead us on a better path with our mind keeping us from going too far. The fall teaches us that individual gain doesn’t matter if we hurt others to reach it. But some hurt is unavoidable as we lose things once so dear to us in this life.

Defiant Hearts (A Spear of Light)

by Desnei, posted in Activist, Free Verse, Poetry, Rise of the First Blight

From ashes of a tree obsidian walls rise around.
A ghost conjuring tragedy. Don’t make a sound.

The Obsidian Lord feasts on the hysteria and fear.
Like exuberant birds scattered by a gunshot
We’re the prey in this great hunt. For every tear
They still offer us no mercy. Rage so hot
Burning the rope that we hold onto ever so dear
In hopes that we can find water. Caught
Between hurt and hope yet, tomorrow is so near.

From a well we can still replenish what’s been lost
In search of who we are. They don’t understand
What we have on the inside that keeps us going.

No matter the darkness standing right before us we walk
Without fear. Never give them an inch or they’ll talk and talk.

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We can’t let them be victorious. Be defiant until your very last day.

The Creators of Fate: Humanity

by Desnei, posted in Activist, Fiction, Free Verse, Poetry, Rise of the First Blight

I walk among statues of the people I swore I’d defend. They all stare at the center of the city, the Citadel of Lost Dreams. A group of cloaked men walk to the entrance but stop to look at me. One of them in the back touches their shoulders making them collapse lifelessly. Shadows cover his face and still I could see his eyes. In his eyes radiates a white, illuminated fury.

When a darkness manifests from our hearts
Into existence it’s a blight of the World Tree.
We tried living on green plains and to be free
But we burned it all away. The story repeats.

Twelve blights forsake the roots fighting to live
Among desiccation. We only take and never give.

So will you change before it’s too late?

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It takes just one act to change everything. . .

Of These White Flames

by Desnei, posted in Free Verse, Poetry

I spoke the lost truth born from the Loom
Of Woven Lies to avoid impending doom.

The reality we’re all too afraid to take witness,
But it’s there within the heaviness of our hearts.
Inside there is a war we wage that’ll never end
Because we never learn. I stand guilty as well.
My heart left calloused from attempts to see
While still blind. Words others said resonate
Like birds singing yet they’re nowhere now.

Why did they lie? I’m left here hung by their words,
My noose; the condemned convict left for the crows.
All I did was ask for the truth then they took swords
Against my existence. “All the stones a giant throws.”

I’ll burn in white flames until we can see eye to eye.
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The Halls of Time

by Desnei, posted in Free Verse, Poetry

What was once illuminated falls
Into shadows now. Fate calls
Back everything to these halls.

The choices all lead back to here, have no fear.
We have been here before and so we return
To the ethereal. Dynamic goes static. Changing
Medium by which we perceive all of existence.

Unable to return the same we exemplify all we know.
Destination doesn’t matter. Our memories aren’t snow.

They don’t melt away. Good and bad we face the truth
Of space time yet remain oblivious about higher planes.
I’ll show you the halls of time where nothing ever dies. . .
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The Earth, Reprieve from Ourselves

by Desnei, posted in Free Verse, Poetry

Shattered blades and broken hearts
Are all that we see on this battlefield.

Burn in the flame and tame the desires
Growing within like wild fires. Up the spires
We chase music of lyres but we’re all liars;
Spreading fires among all of our mires.

Can there be reprieve from the destruction we ensue?
Branches conceal new found life. Yet hopes are so few.

Wash away the soot. We walk this new path
Through remnants of wrath. Hey do the math
And see the truth. We burned just for warmth.
Let go of wrath it blinds us to the free Earth.
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The Veritian Sepulcher

by Desnei, posted in Free Verse, Poetry

A pair of dice, a canteen half full of water,
My tattered clothes, and an aged claymore;
The items I take with myself into this minor hell.

Legends say a monastery once used this place
For burials until a necromancer cult infiltrated.
The clergy couldn’t stop them. They penetrated
Every facet of the faith until they could replace.

Eventually they created a laboratory deep underground
To reanimate the deceased, inspired by fabled liches.
Fabled. The truth is they aren’t. Two factions of the dead
Fighting for revenge centuries overdue. I’m just unlucky.

I slept sound in my home yesterday. In the late of the night they came
And dragged me to this death trap. A victim, a candidate; the same.
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Distant Skyline

by Desnei, posted in Free Verse, Poetry

I was told to listen to my heart whenever I find myself unsure.
Well I haven’t seen any certainty. This sickness with no cure.

The skies once held much better dreams and aspirations
Among wispy clouds. Silver linings, yeah, they fade away
When there’s no way to ever go back. Altitude unreachable,
At least for now I’m much too far from that calming skyline.
Evil exists even when people are blind. I couldn’t walk away.
A curse placed upon me will run its course. All I can ever do
Is fight against the fate I’ve been given. Is this my punishment?

Armies of the undead rise to meet me. Our endless war
Nothing more than a cry in the dark but we continue onward.
Dragged into these catacombs, forgotten; I still move forward
Chasing a distant skyline. Tell me this, how far is too far?

Something blocks the way back leaving me with one choice.
I must delve the dark if I want to never see memories erase.sa;bdry

Caught Between Lethe and Phlegethon ~ Prologue

by Desnei, posted in Fiction, Short Story

After a long and tiring journey I find myself somewhere between, between where dreams are born and choices are made. The events of my life stand in front of me like an illusion of endless mirrors but I know better. Every choice I wrought to life with my callous, shaking hands remains reminiscent of who I am. My heart beats and I listen to the melody because that’s life. Those steps I follow in stride toward a new tomorrow echo in my ears still.

Although the concept of days ends, I chase after the dawn even now. I rejoice in the willingness to continue. Why do I hold so dearly to hope like it’s instinct? My sense of self remains but there’s something off. The mirror keeps me lost between dawn and dusk. What ifs in life given brilliant illumination in the form of a mirror.

Anger, the sensation of rushing blood and chemicals, tells me I can never be those what ifs the mirror shows. I touch the smooth surface. The lives better and worse feel absent of all heart. Senseless existences could never comprehend existing. What comes of me if I accept these false lives? People should sacrifice some for greater things. I can’t do that even if it’s the right thing because all I understand is what I’ve done. There’s no going back.

I shatter the mirror with my bare fists. The glass digs deep into my knuckles, blood drips from the cuts, and a plume of glass fragments and dust remains. My rejection of possible outcomes only solidifies when I can no longer see the paths. I step on every fragment reflecting a happier me that could never be. Maybe a different me takes the other paths but I never will. Time only allows a single path. There’s a higher consciousness where I can see every option, know everything, and be a better man.

The question remains:
Will I still be me when I reach that point?

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Somewhere Within

by Desnei, posted in Free Verse, Poetry

There is a place of soundless reprieve.
It’s far away from where boring lives
Turn our hearts to gray. I search for it,
A place that never is but forever will be.

Seeking a glimmer, a fracture of light
Amid the darkened skies. Something bright.

They say I’m an idealist and a dreamer
In such disdain. It leaves a little stain
On my heart that never fades away.

The ink settles in and dries but, what remains?
A canvas no longer blank. An image retains.

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Evanescent Sunrise