You Already Know...
There was once an angel afraid of falling
Who fell for a man afraid of flying.
The angel lost his wings, his grace, and his way
But he and the hunter learned to carry on anyway.
From the moment blue eyes met green
Neither could keep away.
The bond they formed was so profound,
That even God himself was amazed.
Vibrations of the Sand
People want it
People dream about it
It can be different to every individual
It can complete us
Or it can destroy us
And it can change the world
People call it "treasure".
The sound of wind blowing from the horizon
The warmth of the sun hitting the ocean waves
The vibration of sand beating like the hearts of youth
We're at the starting point of this long journey.
The freezing winds may make us shiver
The heat of the sun may make us thirsty
The vibrations of the sand may swallow us
But we'll never stop.
Gold, eternal life, honor, love, fame--
It doesn't matter what you dream for.
So let me ask you
What is your treasure?
Will you join us?
you make me live
ethereal, yes, but not really.
white wings meet black,
when apples fell from trees like the new rain.
unicorns escaped, but Christ could not,
they stood their place and watched humanity rot.
the oysters in Rome, or Hamlet at the Globe
could never deter the two
from which heaven had bode.
feet burned to a crisp,
like the souls from his home,
from a church for his beloved,
who praised an empty throne.
cocoa and novels stacked neatly within
a shop that burned down,
no angel to be found,
and the deeply worn demon is now wearing thin.
royalty blares from an old timey car,
going too fast for comfort, though fire is far
from the worst thing to happen in that damned vehicle;
there was heartache and heartbreak for decades to go,
a little fire never hurt her, her driver is from down below.
so he sped down the freeway to a place he should avoid,
his whole body tells him stop, but his conscience tells him go.
i'll never speak to you again,
the world is in your hands,
Armaggedon is among us,
and before Satan he stands.
moments later all is fine,
and Dog is still a dog,
there's still a fiesty feminist,
and the witch has kissed her frog.
heaven calls their angel for his death by means of fire,
and hell drags down their demon to suffuse in holy water.
though, they are smart, and turn away,
their better halves come out to play;
an angel in the blackest robes,
synonymous of sandy groves.
a demon in the poshest white
a true testament of his battle in life.
there is no heaven or god in sight,
the two cosmic beings beginning their lives.
the end has passed and the start has come,
a young boy in a garden, whom the world is from.
the story is over, though the end didn't end,
a new page being written for the idiots to mend.
their new lives are starting,
no war to be won,
ineffable means nothing
when your hearts beat as one.
Fandom
Ok so like, we have a big ol’ nerd and a stupid guy with a stupid crush and a team based off of a bottle of coke and like...
creating the world from scratch...
because...
Petrifictaion...
and...
I love them all even though the big brain makes my small brain hurt-
also...
There is big scary now-mass-murderer.
WE ARE NOT CALLING IT MAGICAL DEATH SPIT
Ah yes, prophecies.
That one love triangle. You know the one.
Large magic man has daddy issues.
Don’t you just hate it when plants take over the world?
Grudge from 2000 years ago? ABSOLUTELY
Seriously, the love triangle.
*cries in mind reader*
The gays deserved better. The ending of book 10. Please.
Yay mud.
*incorrectly speaks aquatic*
Angry princess time.
How did the most dangerous character in the entire series get defeated by a bunch of five year olds?
Q: I don’t like royalty, they all kinda suck, except my queen, she’s great. I hope I don’t have to see another one besides her ever again.
W: Hello.
W: It’s me.
The pink and yellow one is probably a lesbian.
The word thrilling.
Two cows.
Small child adopts lesbian leaf girlfriends as her new parents via excited screeching noises.
Casual egg vibe check, oh no there goes the prophecy-
Three moons, the love triangle.
*casually sets wasp nest on fire* sorry my finger slipped
WHERE BOOK FOURTEEN
Strawberry.
The Things Possible
Another world
It’s all different here
Dark skies, colors off.
Find the cold heart
Fight to the end
Why’d the star have to die?
Beam me up, Scotty
On the beach
Annoys the dog.
Sharks make good friends
Dolphins can be annoying
Wait-I’m dying?
Upset parents
Snarky sister
Trip to the moon.
New computer
Planetarium visit
Mars?
Planet hopping
Strange laughter
On the run.
Silicone
Computer chip
Garbage In, Garbage Out.
Plane flight to Ireland
Unpronounceable names
Dead zone.
Hunting for long-dead items
Smithing a sword
prepare for attack.
One by One
He could feel it
His body turning to dust
Like the others around him
He didn’t wanna go
Not now. Not when they’re almost done.
He could do nothing but feel pain
I don’t feel so good.
As he stumbled over to the man who helped him
The man who shaped him
His hero, mentor, father-figure.
It wouldn’t be long before he too was gone
So he fell into the man’s arms
And in a voice holding nothing but fear,
I don’t wanna go, please, I don’t wanna go.
He fell to the ground his feet turned to particles
Continuing until only his head remained.
He managed to get two words out to the man
Before the dust took him like it did countless others
The man with eyes stricken with grief and despair and anger
The man who could only watch as the boy left this world
I’m sorry.
summer peaches.
a summer spent in a tangle of bedsheets.
an autumn spent in the dwindle of tears.
a winter spent in the memory of you.
a summer of peaches and poems,
a moon of parties and pianos.
i told you my name, and you called it yours.
you told me yours, and it became mine.
i'll savour the feeling of losing you,
drowning in my memory of you.
right here, in the warmth of the winter fireplace.
Timey-Wimey Stuff
There’s a magic blue box
That’s bigger on the inside,
And some timey-wimey stuff.
3D glasses, oh and is that a Fez!?
A multi-colored scarf with no end in sight.
Much like space
And that timey-wimey stuff we mentioned.
Now reverse the polarities
Because it doesn’t work on wood.
Don’t drink the water on Mars,
Don’t blink,
Stay away from the shadows,
And Listen to the Silence...
Until you hear his name,
“Hello Sweetie.”
The name that he keeps locked away,
When he chose a new name.
A name that helps and heals
As he runs, because he’s a clever boy
And he’s going home the long way round.