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      • Chapter Two
      • Playlist
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  • Tales of Emarosa
    • Sea of Dragonfire
    • The Willow in the Wood
    • Feathers and Thorns
    • Those Who Remained
  • Short Stories
    • A Lesson from Elly
    • Okami, the Grey Wolf
    • Broken Angels
    • The Vices and Virtues of Sera Ryan
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  • About Aramis

I Didn’t Think so but I’m Still Convincible

Monday, November 30th (2015) @ 00:11 EST

NaNoWriMo is pretty much over, but writing continues.
Finished 20 chapters of Emarosa, still have ten more to go.
Also editing and a couple other additions I’d like to add if it comes together.

Would like to get some new stuff posted by New Years, but no promises.

“Wishing on Welkin”

When at first I saw the sky,
I wondered like no other what it came from.
How the azure skyplane escaped my thoughts and took flight.
Where all its bedfellows got off to when it glides so deceptively empty.
Sometimes I still wonder.

I do not believe in yesterday or tomorrow,
For never can either be found.
Reverie dances with whim in any direction it pleases.
There’s no stopping that which no longer exists.
Or hasn’t existed, yet.

Anything having lived can tell you of folly,
Of regrets immutable for which no cost would be too great.
Whether it’s one too many cookies or a love long past–
I’ve never see a dollar undo the worst of idiocy.
Few things have ever truly changed my world.
Neither of them were money.

When at last I saw the sky,
I wondered what it did with the dreams I lent it.
Does it share them with kairos, waiting still for a faith worthy?
Or are they gone for good, like the days and clouds long past?
Like the dreamers of old, who never once gave thought to waking.

Tags: NaNoWriMo, poetry, writing
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These Are the Thoughts That I Have When I’m Happy

Sunday, November 22nd (2015) @ 02:16 EST

So. Much. Emarosa.
Many, many things I want to say, but there’s still much to do.
Not announcing anything until there’s something tangible to show.
Suffice it to say I have to have special writing glasses just so my eyes don’t fall out (not kidding).

“Stairs”

Climbing up a stair case, bright lights up ahead
There’s a promise waiting for you just beyond the bedroom door

Always keep moving, the gift is worth the climb
I know your body’s aching, there’ll be time to rest soon

It seems so far away, but you know you’re almost there
Hope feels impossible, but once you were impossible too

I can’t tell you what it is, ‘cause it’s not for me to know
But I hope that when you find it, it’s everything you dreamed

Words try to show you the things they’re s’posed say
Even when the order’s wrong, the feeling still remains

If I could give you more, I’d give it all away
‘til peace and kindness find you, bringing love through all your days

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They Send Me Away to Find Them a Fortune

Monday, November 16th (2015) @ 00:43 EST

NaNoWriMo’s half over.
Mean’s there’s still half left.

“Never You(r) Mind”

Good morning!
Today is the beginning of the rest of your life!
Nothing but dreams, goals, and ambition ahead!
The world is your oyster, ripe for the taking–so take it!

That’s what the demon said, as it gnawed away at anything left precious.
It said, “Embrace your destiny!” through bone-crunching, heart-dripping metaphysical teeth.
“These are the days you’ll always remember!”
It wasn’t wrong.

Some people learn through joy, love, and laughter.
Some through misery, hatred, and vengeance.
Some never learn at all.

The eidolon has seen glory never spoken, and tells only tales of tales.
Forever watching yet never seeing.
There are things too gnarled to merit consideration.
Whatever they were, they can never be, and are left only as hideous mementos.

The darkest nights breed worlds never touched, the coolest breezes never smelt.
Within these harems of fear lie elegance so often dreamt yet never sought.
Apocrypha deemed too unholy because their skin reeks of devil’s breath.
So too, does that of the hellion murderess, but few would call her a sinner.

Demons beget demons, and cannot suffer one another.
Raw sinew breaks easy when it never expects to be broken.
Sanguisuge overconfident on all the gore purloined.
Never turn your back lest you plan to poach two more.

Remember: you are not alone.
Dwell carefully on that aphorism.
On the things that rest just behind your eyes.
Some day you may wish you were.

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