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Story based around the lyrics of 'Jane Doe' by Within Temptation www.youtube.com/watch?v=kE3SGW…
It's a hopefully unique look on a set of lyrics which, to me, are very versatile in their meaning. It could probably have been longer, but I kept it as short as I could, as requested. I might get around to fleshing it out some day.
Mature Content for one or two sweary words.
Belief in PerfectionI didn’t believe in perfection.Belief in Perfection by ~Avatar-720
I believed in perception of that which surpassed the norm and entered an exalted realm of beauty, but that nothing could be without flaw.
Tell me, have you ever been proved so wrong in something that you feel ashamed for even holding that misguided opinion in the first place? As if all this time the rose you held so close to yourself was but a weed?
We once believed the Sun rose and well according to the will of Gods, and that we commanded the very stars themselves from the throne around which they danced in shimmering homage. Looking back, such belief was understandable; the answers were far from beneath our noses.
It is when one’s foolish beliefs can be extinguished by merely opening one’s eyes that the feeling of shame is justified.
I once scorned those who wet their cheeks with tears brought about by a gallery or fine art.
The agony of weeping before perfection - weeping before that which you fought against the existence of, weeping
Jane DoeShe never asked for his name, and neither did he ask hers. It was a most intimate business conducted in complete anonymity. It didn’t matter to him, anyway; in the end they both got what they wanted. The bartering in the middle was simply professional foreplay. If there was anything Julian was good at it, it was professional foreplay.Jane Doe by ~Avatar-720
His hairy left arm dangled down the side of the low bed, scraping the coarse carpet with the tips of his knuckles. A cigar smouldered between two fingers, adding the scent of tobacco to that of posh perfumes that preyed on his nose like a hungry predator looking for its next meal. Long, lacquered black nails scratched red grooves across his bare chest as slender fingers ventured into the dense forest of hair. Beneath a sheet barely thick enough to be translucent, their legs were intertwined; her lithe limbs coiled around his chiselled calves like a serpent around its prey.
Julian glanced over to the polished wooden table at the far side of the room.
LimboLimbo is my one true home-Limbo by ~Avatar-720
a place between I call my own,
where situations cause anxiety;
indecision here rules over me.
I see the good and I see the bad
and it feels like I haven't had
enough time- I don't know the right from the wrong
decisions, but I do know I have to be strong.
I have to choose which path to take
and I can't afford to make mistakes,
but I can't keep sitting here alone;
left wondering about the unknown.
So I will take that first great step
and maybe learn to not regret;
but eventually a time will come
when I'll accept what's done, is done.
A Soul MayA soul may shout loud,A Soul May by ~Avatar-720
Or whisper its will;
A soul may be healthy,
Or fall sickly and ill.
A soul may well flourish,
Or shrivel and die;
But for certain it’s truthful-
A soul never lies.
It may keep its secrets
Locked up in chains,
Or it may freely spill them-
A soul unrestrained.
It may know many languages
But speak mainly in tongues,
Or it may sing out clearly
From the top of its lungs.
Although it may seem
To shatter sometimes,
It may just need purpose
To light the fire inside.
That your soul may be wrong
Should not be your drive,
That your soul may be right
Is why you should strive.
We know not what our soul does-
It chooses its own way,
But follow it onwards-
It won’t lead you astray.
Of what it might do next
Truly no-one can say;
We know not what it ‘will’,
Only that which it ‘may’.
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ObserverThe wolfs shadowObserver by ~ShatteringMoonlight
flits slowly through the trees.
Hes watching and waiting
Flits slowly through the trees,
pondering day and night, the sun and moon.
gazing at the clouds.
Pondering day and night, the sun and moon
wandering through long-limbed willows
gazing at the clouds.
Chasing leaves in gentle wind.
Wandering through long-limbed willows
listening to the ravens banter.
Chasing leaves in gentle wind
flitting from night to day.
Listening to the ravens banter.
the wolfs shadow
flitting from night to day.
Hes watching and waiting.
It's been a pretty tough, hectic, and eye-opening couple of months, to say the very least. I won't go into why, but a condensed version could be that I found myself ready to give right up before I discovered one final reason to keep going, and that reason is why I'm still here today, able to write this and do what I've done to get here.
Soppy stuff out of the way, I say I'm only 'sort of' back because I'm not going to be dedicating nearly as much time to dA as I used to (and even that wasn't much), and I'll only be posting the occasional collection of the latest stuff I've vomited up, maybe an excerpt or a short every blue moon.
In any case, I'm taking this time off to focus on restoring myself. This doesn't mean I won't keep writing, but it does mean that tweaking what I write and posting it to dA for advice is going to take a backseat, as currently I couldn't care less about the quality, I care about just writing it. Criticise that outlook if you must, but in all honesty, I don't give two shits. Most of what I write for a while will probably just be helping me keep going and just getting things out in some form or another, and that's all I want from it.