Raethas

With simple sweat, my palms remind me, What it feels like to be alive, As this trackless summer season begins anew. Something's familiar here, a breeze washing over me Dancing threw my fingers.  This is the time, The time for fresh days, and dirty laundry. The days of youth, inherent rebellion held dear, Clashing with the walls, Begging to escape the responsibility thrust at us. It can't be ditched, unfortunately, So sigh first, before catching your breath, And try to hold the dance in, keep it to a wiggle. There is hope however, it floats you know, Drifting through the lemon drink (red cup and all) As it passes out those child

In the night there are questions falling, Doing nothing more than leaving me gaping in wonder And burying the ground with possibilities. Dawn comes early today, while The news it brings is not much better. What mysteries I had come across before, lay drowned at my feet In a similar fashion as hills in the east Shrouded in shadow while truth waits behind The rosy light that's slowly gaining strength Honesty comes later today, Sliding across the world in golden illumination; Leaving the world with an easy glow

The rest of his stay in the diner was routine, he quickly finished his food, and was surprised to find himself still hungry. So after ordering another burger and devouring it almost as quickly, he had spared no time in moving up to the register. That same waitress, she seemed to be the only one on duty, rang him up. She had spent most of the time talking to the men at the bar while he had been eating, and seemed to know them pretty well. They must have been regulars, just from the way she talked to them; she was comfortable enough to laugh at some jokes the made, and he even heard her call a couple of them by name. She was all business again,

Resting on the seashore, Letting the waves break under me Wanting to know why I'm thinking in the abstract Playing my thoughts in circles Waist deep in the breakers I'm considering several lines of reason, Which should I cross? Someone please take my hand Intuition's dragging me in, Drowning me Finding where the body separates from the mind It feels unreasonable The desire to find the rhythm of the ocean, Seeking the depths that are so inspiring So as the water rises I won't move I refuse to move because I have to know What's beyond my reach, Beyond this level of flesh and desire

Battlecat’s tail was tickling his nose, which seemed simply odd to him for some reason. He just wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, the tail seemed to follow him wherever he went. He tried rolling over again anyway, maybe this time he could get comfortable. The tickling went away, thankfully and he was even slightly more comfortable in this position, curled up in a ball as he was. It wasn’t to last however, for Battlecat seemed to have other ideas. “I would suggest waking up Capt.,” Battlecat seemed to be speaking into his dreams, which was something new that the feline rarely did. He ignored the cat again and tried

“The rains falling to an excellent beat today,” he said to no one in particular. It was one of those peculiarities the he had; talking out loud that is. All alone out on the patio watching the rain fall while  some freestyle jazz played a lively tune in his ear. There was not much he could think of to improve the day, and even the storm seemed to be behaving in time to his rhythm today. With each rise and fall of the saxophone’s solo, thunder followed lightening like an extra chorus. He could feel himself being charged with energy, and a sense of excitement had begun to build deep in his belly. In fact it reminded him very much

It almost felt like his leg was asleep, just from the way it ached when he knelt down next to the pond. It felt as though it would like nothing more than to give under his weight even after he was crouched. He was cut and bruised, and while his right leg was the most immediate pain registering at the moment, it was not the only one on his mind. His fingers also ached; he had been cut just under the nails on most of his fingers. Just un-curling his hand from a fist would send a series of stinging sensations running through his hand. So beaten and bruised over most of his body, he crouched there next to one of the cities many over flow ponds

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I think they hold me here. Let me out? I hold myself, can you hold me? There are things I can’t say. Not in here, not in here. I’ll hold out, I will, I promise I can. So please listen for the knocking at your door. It’s only me, stay inside. Coming together again, It’ll be a reunion. Musical intervention They can’t hold me here forever I’ll make it out yet