Hi guys ^_^ Just wanted a thread where people maybe can share some poems or short stories they wrote or ones they read and want to spread :P

I really would like to link some GA for a game like Stanleys Parable or something else that's kinda intellectual and artsy, but like many "artists" I am broke as fuck :P

So, I'll go first ^_^ (I am native in German so my English poems are quite simple ^^)

EASTER PHOENIX

Fires are burning.

Be it in war, in anger, in feast or in joy.

And yet people rather feel the cold of emptiness, than the heat of emotion.

Time to light the fire once more.

Like in times long forgotten.

Like in times long dismissed.

Dance, laugh, play and fall.

Talk, scream and whisper.

Share, keep and hide.

Show, present and bleed.

Let your heart forge your future.

Let it be the sticks and stones, which form your bonfire in nights frosty and dark.

Let it be free.

Why shiver in winter, when you can dance to summer?

Do not despair in black.

Instead flourish in colour.

Watch the light illuminate our sky.

Be the star which shines upon the lucky and unlucky ones.

Bring warmth to this icy place.

Just enjoy.

Enjoy life until the sun turns dark and stops breathing flames.

Enjoy everything it brings till the moon looses its beauty's origin.

Never more should we suffer agony, for beeing the snow which prevents our fire.

Rise like the phoenix.

Leave those black ashes and rise.

Rise to a new dawn.

Ascend and join the stars.

Ablaze and be the candle, which paves the unfortunate ones way to seventh heaven.

Time to burn.

-The Patient

7 years ago

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