May you never know the feeling of a friend who's always there,
May you never know the comfort of a family who care,
May you never know a mother's voice, to soothe away the pain,
May your dreams be filled with things you'll never gain.
May you never know a compliment from those who rank above,
May you never know the gentle touch of someone that you love,
May you never know companionship from those you stand beside,
May your every waking wish remain denied.
May your victories be tainted by the deeds that came before,
And your present always fearful what the future has in store,
May your dreams and hopes be torn from you in tumult and in war,
I woke to feel your head next to mine,
A warm weight on the pillow.
Smiling I reach out for a kiss,
But get, instead,
A face full of very surprised cat.
The Abyss of the Weeping Crystal by Adreanna, literature
Literature
The Abyss of the Weeping Crystal
It was Ace Merriden who first found the crystal, floating in the void in the Bermuda Nebula. He should never have been there in the first place, of course, but once he brought in the crystal that all got shuffled neatly under the carpet in the interest of getting the relic into government hands. Ace Merriden was pleased to be of help to the government, so long as the carpet was big and not too picky about what got shuffled under it. He went on his way a considerably richer man with a considerably shorter criminal record and the government scientists went on their way with one hell of an enigma.
In the years that followed team after team of s
The Concerto of the Empty Way by Adreanna, literature
Literature
The Concerto of the Empty Way
A simple boy, of simple tastes,
Came to the city from the wastes,
Came to learn and came to live,
Came to heal and came to give.
So the city took him in,
Surrounded him with stench and din,
Took his love and wanted more,
Seized his soul and left it sore.
He'd lived his life to natures song,
Now lost among the noise and throng,
And with it gone, felt small and lost,
The benefits not worth the cost.
The city had no need for him,
His will was weak, his thoughts were dim,
The city had so many more,
To praise and worship and adore.
He could not heal as he had dreamed,
This life was not what it had seemed,
He longed for home, he longed for rest,
I remember when I first found out I didn't know everything. It was a shock to me. No matter how often I was told I had a lot to learn I always saw it as learning to use what I already knew. Learning to handle it, to harness it. Learning to direct it. And then, one day, I was hit by the dreadful realisation that not only did I not know what to do next but that I had done things in the past without full knowledge or understanding. I had made mistakes. I had hurt people. And I hadn't even noticed.
It set off a spiral. A quiver in the center that was me. Before long that quiver was a quake and my world came falling down around me. I found myself