This One Managed to Escape

This one managed to escape
Every word
Every line
Another seal for its fate
It was created in the darkness
During a time of harvest
Meaning
Its inception
was made through connection
Of previous collections
It was born
To quite a prestigious lineage

There’s an ethereal world
A world where more like this exist
Constantly dismissed
Consistently persist
Though they simply insist on existing
They never cease
They never desist
Adamant bastards

There are links and locks of every kind
Extending from every shadow
From every idol
Every shrine
Capturing these offspring of the mind
Entrapping these young seeds
So as they grow
They never know
Free

This one managed to escape
A Prometheus proponent
Beseeching the deep thinkers
Consistently seeking something special

This one managed to escape
Contraband flames in hand
Transporting ethereal resources
To the land of the tangible

This one managed to escape
Unfortunately
Its anthropomorphic metamorphosis
Was not yet complete
Yet there is a future
Where there is more fortune for it

This one managed to escape
Ran right through the gates
As the ever vigilant fiends gave chase
Sharply whetted teeth
Wet and dripping with hate
Deadly dagger edges that lacerate
Creating open wounds
Where self-deprecation can infect
Leading to a morbid infestation
of disconsolate thoughts

This one managed to escape
Many of them do
From this world
They are Intergalactic travelers
Ecstatic
Having unraveled their own mysteries
The perception of this world
Is the cause of their inception
Each one birthed with congenital zest
Predilections to embark on journeys
To accept quests that test their virtue
And they do
With every rhyme and reason
Though not the best timing
But they escape
They elevate
They create
It is
Their fate

Naked Truth

It’s hard to see a naked soul
They’re invisible to the naked eye
The truth lies naked and is so old
Lays bare compared to the lie
But of course they’re there
Actually, they’re everywhere

They’re always seen in clothes
In a wide variety of styles
Wool, fur and skin covered souls
Hugs it as it runs wild
Unfortunately when they’re forced to strip
People often see no more of it

This is when the lie is told
Buried bodies are dead and gone
With no mention of their soul
Where it’s been told that they live on
For some it may be beyond believing
Some essence of them is breathing

All that is has an ebb and flow
All that is has an energy
All that is may come and go
All that is can be heavenly
A soul stripped, made naked and bare
A soul stripped, can roam anywhere

A soul can roam in many minds
A soul can roam in many hearts
A soul can roam in many times
A soul can roam in many arts
A soul can roam and never cease
A soul can roam and be at peace

Some swear it’s all connected
If it exists than it’s intertwined
A thought which stands to be respected
Like the correlations in the mind
Everything inherently related in a way
Like the eternal relation of night and day

The forsaken clothes may lay here
The flesh, the skin and bone
The soul may even stay near
Those still dressed won’t feel alone
The life is only the body dies
The truth is only the body lies

My Nature

This is my nature
This is my heartbeat you see
This is what is me

Imagine a tree
The way its roots always reach
Deep down underground

Call it Down to Earth
Call it a firm foundation
Call it survival

Call my memories
Reaching into yesterday
Where they were once seeds

The root of my being
My nature and my nurture
From which I may grow

My self-discipline
Green and pliant in my youth
Now yields to no force
Unfortunately
Altercations may break me
If they have such strength

Yet I still grow tall
Memories of my childhood
At my fingertips

To the sky they reach
Far from what they had once been
Though forever linked

Such intrepid will
Always reaching for that star
Life sustaining goal

From dirt to gold glow
Extremes of the young and old
Oh, how we all grow

To love is to grow
Even if it is apart
When we grow the most
To love is to grow
I hope that this apple will
Never fall too close

This is what is me
This is my heartbeat you see
This is my nature

Like Gold

It paints everything gold
As a Midas memory would
Or like an old soul
leaking from a bleeding heart
Such a morbid taste makes this flavor
Bittersweet
Such a sensation inspires me
to keep this longer
To grow this feel
To make it stronger
I know, dear World
Your are not yet ready for my light
But I still love you
Despite your dark corners
If it were to dim and die out
You would cry for me
My only wish would be
That you stay rightfully alive
So that this light I held inside
Blazes in a way that flames could thrive

Midas touch my heart of gold
As it bleeds the essence of an old soul
Golden glow newly born and rising
I love to watch you grow

Midas touch my heart of gold
The day has grown so old
Dozing off and slowly setting
Painted by an old soul blood shedding

 

Original Reddit Post

Prelude to a Timeless Love

A casual discussion between two immortals
From their words we can infer one is relatively young….

“Immortality, is it lonely?”

“Very”

“Ever met a time traveler?”

“One. We crossed paths every hundred years or so”

“No longer?”

“She died in my arms the first time we met. She said she wanted to see me ‘when I was young’ Ever since every visit is potentially the last”

So moved was he by the elder immortal’s memory
The young immortal decides to tells his tale
Documented as
A Timeless Love

Original Tweet by The New Fiction

It’s Yours

I’ve discovered two different ways
to write a story

Discredit your protagonist
This can hurt you
Weaken the supporting characters
This can hurt you
Give the antagonist more strength
This can hurt you
Sadden the story
This can hurt you
Don’t destroy your story
This can hurt you

There’s a better way

You can
Inspire your protagonist
You can
Grow a hero
You can
Strengthen the supporting characters
You can
Defeat the antagonist
You can
Create a better story

 

Decide
what will make
Your Mantra

On Fire

We make the design in our mind
Dreams that dare to come to fruition in time
The only difference is the details
and if they become a distraction then it’s doomed to fail

It’s true
Originally I did see something special
in the psychos and sociopaths
and the mechanics of their mentalities
and I thought of how useful it could be
if a moral mind could acquire those kind of qualities
Though they’re not the same they have their similarities
Their mindset is severed from the standard of normality
anything they see can be an extension of their mind
even people
and that’s part of the problem that I find
the extension ends there
their minds aren’t tethered to anywhere
severed from a sense of morality
with a warped reality
and their only sense of self is selfishness

but imagine my surprise when I realized
when you take that profound idea and turn it around

When the things we do physically are mentally driven

Our bodies are but extensions of our mind
and our emotions are the spirit’s response of how they’re aligned
making the moral compass point to the existence of us
Instead of just being set on the mindset of me
then what do you get
those that aren’t afraid of being casualties
those that are willing to sacrifice their physical being
maybe even their mentality for the sake of their spirituality
The many martyrs who made a name for themselves in history
in service to the essence of humanity

That’s where I messed up
From what I see
Whatever we decide to sacrifice
it can’t be morality
at least not for too long
It’s too easy to get lost without the compass

Especially when you’re trying to execute some sort of existential strategy
Because if you’re going to try and play god
It has to be done while knowing that nobody is above their own belief
You better be prepared to play as a pawn
of your own contemplation
especially if it involves shaking the foundation of a nation

Power comes from a need
Not a desire
Even if it means sometimes setting yourself on fire
not just physically to be a burning body
but to feel it as deeply as the burn can possible be
Deep into the essence
of spirituality
Morality
Learning to stay focused
Holding composure while it burns

Sometimes I consider myself insane
A Chaotic Kamikaze
Not because I’m crazy but for my desire to deviate from the mundane
Still
Sometimes secrets are safely secured in the stigma of insanity
The universe has so much truth
That of course it could force a few screws loose
Just ask Simon
He who knew who the true beast was
But murdered when the thirst for blood took a turn for the worse
by those in servitude to the Lord of the Flies
The gravity of reality becomes a little heavy
when reason and rationality dies

It’s hard to make things change when everything stays the same
But everything changes in the flames
You can call it chaos if you want but it creates
an amazing phase changing blaze
Which can compel a person to do what
was once perceived as impossible
Suddenly somehow it seems plausible
But when the fuel fizzles out
and the inferno seeks another source to keep going
starts running rampant
Uncontrolled
It needs to be extinguished
With the same necessity as when it was started
The true essence of strength is standing stalwart
while the surrounding settings all fall apart

There’s more to life than love
There’s more to love than life
There’s also hatred
Jealousy
Complacency
Sorrow
Fear
Frustration
Elation
agitation
It’s a complex compilation
but we can choose to have less of one
and have another in excess

Its the cause of us constantly trying to complete ourselves
Because we’re just of a single human essence
Broken up into billions of bits and pieces
Having a few things but lacking the rest
making up for what’s missing by connecting
trying to grow ourselves by investing

We make the design in our mind
Dreams that dare to come to fruition in time
The only difference is the details
and a proper plan
never fails
We only think it does because
our actions are sometimes spurred by distractions
There’s only one thing I know for sure
Keep your mind right
and your heart pure
then no matter what toxic substance manages to seep into your soul
You’ll always be able to find your cure