The Seller of Stars by AydenSilverflame7, literature
Literature
The Seller of Stars
There was once a man with a crooked leg, who carried on his back a bag made of dusty, dark leather. All along the seams hung small strands of beads, beads of all kinds. There were beads made of metal and glass, wood and bone, clay and even precious beads of gemstones hidden amongst each other.
To counter his infirmity, he walked hunched over a plain wooden staff, the head carved with a simple symbol- a star, seven pointed. It was cut deep into the spherical stave-head, a colour much lighter than the rest of the wood.
If asked the man with the crooked leg would smile and say the star showed the heart of his staff, the heart of the tree from
I crave beauty like one craves drink,
Food of the soul, food for mine.
I crave sunshine through misty glass,
Rainbows cast as the sunlight
dances through the panes.
I find beauty in everything,
So my cravings are ever sated.
The way the moon shines in velvet blue skies.
The way the wind dances with litter,
It's quite beautiful to watch what others have
Thrown aside dance among the winds.
I lose myself in the beauty of
Eyes that shine with tears,
The way you walk,
The way the light catches the highlights
Of your hair.
And I realise this poem about craving beauty
Has turned into one lauding you,
And I crave.
I find,
I lose
I looked out over the sea plains, at the realm of the Lords of the Deep's domain. It was naught but a plain of rock and fish, covered in wreckage and weed. This was just the over-plains, where the sea and the shore were still sweet lovers, the fantastic palaces lay deeper where nothing from Above could intrude on Below.
Looking behind me, I saw the sun dance on water and my dear sweet boy of Sunshine. Christopher was enthralled, seeing things that no living human had ever seen, for the husbands of the selkies rarely lived to even this shallow of a depth. Mother Ocean didn't care for the men of Father Sky and Auntie Land, or so said my mother
The Seller of Stars by AydenSilverflame7, literature
Literature
The Seller of Stars
There was once a man with a crooked leg, who carried on his back a bag made of dusty, dark leather. All along the seams hung small strands of beads, beads of all kinds. There were beads made of metal and glass, wood and bone, clay and even precious beads of gemstones hidden amongst each other.
To counter his infirmity, he walked hunched over a plain wooden staff, the head carved with a simple symbol- a star, seven pointed. It was cut deep into the spherical stave-head, a colour much lighter than the rest of the wood.
If asked the man with the crooked leg would smile and say the star showed the heart of his staff, the heart of the tree from
I crave beauty like one craves drink,
Food of the soul, food for mine.
I crave sunshine through misty glass,
Rainbows cast as the sunlight
dances through the panes.
I find beauty in everything,
So my cravings are ever sated.
The way the moon shines in velvet blue skies.
The way the wind dances with litter,
It's quite beautiful to watch what others have
Thrown aside dance among the winds.
I lose myself in the beauty of
Eyes that shine with tears,
The way you walk,
The way the light catches the highlights
Of your hair.
And I realise this poem about craving beauty
Has turned into one lauding you,
And I crave.
I find,
I lose
I looked out over the sea plains, at the realm of the Lords of the Deep's domain. It was naught but a plain of rock and fish, covered in wreckage and weed. This was just the over-plains, where the sea and the shore were still sweet lovers, the fantastic palaces lay deeper where nothing from Above could intrude on Below.
Looking behind me, I saw the sun dance on water and my dear sweet boy of Sunshine. Christopher was enthralled, seeing things that no living human had ever seen, for the husbands of the selkies rarely lived to even this shallow of a depth. Mother Ocean didn't care for the men of Father Sky and Auntie Land, or so said my mother
And hold on with all they've got?
I know my FB and Tumblr peeps are probably sick of me sharing and sharing and resharing this song but I don't care actually. I love the new Evanescence album, this is my favourite song on it, and this is the acoustic version of My Heart Is Broken and I want to die/cry/rage while listening to it because it's beautiful.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PkNoJWUaeHI
So hello.
I haven't said anything in a long, long time.
So I guess an update?
I didn't go back to school this year. My social anxiety is killing me slowly.
SO MANY THINGS TO ART. I have 2 paintings and so many sketches to do for Christmas it's almost sad. /doing so because poor
I have a total of 6 Tumblr blogs, 5 for RPs (Marvel/DC) and my personal which rocks.
Yeah that's it toodles.