Willow Fields

Bury me
In the field of willows
So I can release my energy
Into the trees

Bury me
Among the willow trees
So when it rains
The skys
And the leaves
They weep for me

Bury me
In the willows meadow
Where the roots below
Like to meet and greet each other

Bury me
In a field of dreams
Because they never die
As long as someone believes
Then I stay alive

To Heaven

It’s only with closed eyes
that I realized
the skies were smiling at me…

I was told from a young age
that heaven does indeed exist
I studied the concept when I grew older
and at first dismissed it
Wisdom comes with age
With every turn of time’s page
we creep closer to the moment
where we meld minds
with the words of a sage
I found it often
in bits and pieces
Almost as if it had been destroyed
and scattered across many moments in my lifetime
Now as I follow my lifeline
I study what occurred in my timeline
I’ve been putting these pieces together
and I understood it to an extent

Dear me
Imagine my surprise
when I shifted
Using a different set of eyes I realized
it was a cubism creation
The precision was immaculate
I get to watch these worlds unfold
What I see
depends on the lens I use
Ever since then
I’ve been crafting them
Each one assigned to a lifeline
A thousand eyes
A thousand lifetimes

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