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The Siren Chapter 5Next thing I knew, I was running through a forest of bent and disfigured trees. Ahead of me, Watt’s invitation soared through the air always just out of reach. It isn’t often you go from laying in bed to crashing through branches but I didn’t question it. How could I? I was far too busy running.The Siren Chapter 5 by TwistedIvi
I was wearing my old clothes, the clothes of a siren and I was barefoot. After adjusting to boots, my soles were easily affected by the sharp twigs and rocks in my way.
The invitation flew faster, turned behind a tree, and disappeared from view. I had lost it, and stopped to catch my breath. I began to wonder where I was and how I managed to get there but my head was too fuzzy to come to any useful conclusions.
My heart leaped to my throat when I heard resounding stomping like an army marching towards me. This was accompanied by unanimous chanting and giggling. It sounded like a mob singing a song I used to laugh to.
The Emptiness of IAs I sit in posture like a steel lotus,The Emptiness of I by Frank-Jaspers
I am dwelling in a space
That separates two thoughts;
One of conflict and oppression,
The other of peace and liberation.
In the filth of a stray dog slum,
I am sitting vajra-style
With two icons before me:
One a wall of grief and suffering;
The other the image of Sakyamuni.
As I sit before the breaking red of dawn,
I am composing old-parchment wisdom
With the lightning of a modern tongue;
I am recollecting the many beatitudes
And countless possibilities unexplored;
I have cut the
Piece Of MeI thought I was a puzzle finished,Piece Of Me by underworldriver
Life unveiling all of it’s pathways leading
Away from a former me, and to pieces,
With Purpose to rebuild with an able body,
Strong mind and soul.
I thought I was the whole I searched,
For after life’s unwavering scores of,
Lessons and visitations. No, I was wrong,
I will always keep growing. Becoming a,
More completed version of myself.
I knew it the day I met you.
The you who mirrored me.
The one with facets similar.
The one who’s structure remained strong,
And held up right along with mine.
Astonishment followed, furthermore, followed by,
The enjambment of a new yet old connection,
Nothing stirred in the recollection, Only the emotion.
Oh the commotion of the emotions;
Confusion and elation. They danced til,
They grew tired, when I met you.
Events later, lead me to the sanctuary who lived,
In your arms. The warm trust manifesting through,
a single touch. The similarities shown with starlight,
The longer we prolonged
Roseless TenEvery waking hourRoseless Ten by underworldriver
I imgaine where you are
How you are
And if you remember all we've shared.
I dream of the day
Where my life won't be so complex
Pack up and fly away
And be where you are
But my love, life is not so simple is it?
I hold the world in my hands
I hear its rythym like a drum
I take time and bend it at my will
You've seen it.
You've lived it.
You lived me.
We grew to love each other with each moment
You conquered my ways
And believed in me
You helped me
You saved me
I gave you the best gift I could. I wish it could of been more.
Companions. They've come.
So many. All unique.
I can only have one bad wolf. My dearest rose.
I reach my hand from my vessel
which has carried me far
To the ends of the universe
Wishing you away with yet
I will come back to you one day. I will always cherish you.
I smile a smile
As tears stream down my cheeks
I closed the doors
To my tardis
have it carry me
The Siren Chapter 1Sirens don’t mix well with fire. It’s a direct contradiction to everything which we are. Water is the center of our world; each resource we use is from the sea. We thrive in everything dark and damp, living in time with the current’s gentle rhythm. Each siren is born in water, put to rest in water, and live near the rocks where land meets wave. The ocean is our identity. Despite this, nothing has ever called me the way fire has.The Siren Chapter 1 by TwistedIvi
My mother always called me a little ember. It was a nickname that would have offended a proper siren. It was like saying I was the opposite of everything I was born to be, though I didn’t care. I proudly invested myself in a troubling fascination no matter how dangerous it was. Most sirens are too wise to love a thing so treacherous and the wisest of all was my mother. You’d never meet a siren so wonderful. The ocean was her biggest love and she spent hours under th