when on the heights, a promise warm / sleeps in silence ‘neath the cold
To be a lady in the dragon's court / You must be a lady and a dragon both
Violets are blue / as the hue of your eyes, / like pieces of Heaven / come down from the skies
bound by spheres of glass // as the songbirds sing // they growing ever younger
Clouds billow behind my house / Tears spill instead of rain
from the bright'ning byres of flaming rebirth / from phoenix fires and death unsung / ring in the day the earth will rue
A flaming torch to manuscript / As lovely as a rose
There are five reasons I love you / (And none of them are the ones you want to hear)
You’re riding me hard, and I’m put away wet. / My soul like His cloak is a gamble, a bet.
fire aches beneath his skin / pain has scarred him for his sin
she was old, her lines were tired, but her eyes were bright— / to ask what it is, this marking down of history / like stainless steel tines pressed down into meat
Answer, turn and answer / Then turn the stone again
dead words upon a page / concatenated ink / don't call it litterae
mirror, mirror that reflects / in the glass you see your face / mirror, mirror, show my dreams / your body moves with studied grace
Missed me? Kiss me. / Oh, we'll be here a while.
The way you leaned over the bar / foaming milk, whipped and creamed / eyes intense, and called me barista
To all my friendly spammers, / with such nice words to say, / I don't know why you like that post
Peeling back the icy skin / We wrap like armor around our hearts
the kind who always has your back / but forgets to cut you slack; / the kind who wishes harder than / she works, but yet still works
The Queen of Heaven should not care / When lost were all the reeling stars / The Queen of Heaven tossed her hair / Retorted, "Don't you know what's ours"
Shards of heart make life as glass / Where once it flowed
are the blades the reaver reaves of heaven / are the dream the seeking seekers dreaming
Who from blood can a butterfly make; / Who can heal and make it take?
No hint of storm disturbs / The fairies at their dance
This will not do! For what I am / Is woman, not a female man.
Knowledge solid, fluid (is) / Unlearning ev'rything.
Whirled 'round, making and unmaking / Raze, raze heaven 'til it gleams
I want to run from this spell you weave, / But I've forgotten how to leave.
and time shall be hereafter / writ in heart our souls' provisions / wound, unwound by dreamers sifting
When the coffee doesn't work, drink more tea. / If you don't drink coffee, then drink more tea.
Her heart her every tear it shed / Their glitter burned in him instead
I'll be close, never say goodbye / Dreaming's sweet, just a pretty lie
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Breath is a world in which powers are available to the people through the use of breath, combined with specific elements, depending on the power manifested.
"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." ~ Clarke's Third Law
They crash-landed on an icebound world and forgot the technology that birthed them. Now, they live in a world where magic is sentient—and bought and sold by the pound—and there is only room for magic in the heart of a child.
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Humanity is all in the genes.
Special humans and regular humans mingle freely in the kingdoms cities—superheroes and former operatives making normal lives for themselves in the aftermath of a rebellion. But the past has a way of chasing down their future.
Where dreams become reality...
A world where dreamers can remake the world and mirror themselves across the universe, where reality is reflected in a glass not always remembered, not always controlled.
Odd and end stories drifting about without a world to anchor themselves to.
How would you live if you only had seven days?
Every Tuesday, Wesley Bryn forgets who he is and everything that has gone before. He only has one week to remember, one week at a time.
The hazards are real, the sacrifices steep, the choices irrevocable.
For more than 500 years, home to the gifteds and the plain, the kahtchen and the mãenet, the land of Vardin has been enshrouded in mystery, hidden behind the Barrier to the outside world. All of that is about to change.
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