A Plea to Peter PanPeter Pan, have you forsaken me?A Plea to Peter Pan by belleotricks
Won't you come to my window?
Please rescue me, Peter
I know things you can't imagine
I've seen things no child should see
No arrows made the wounds I carry
The pain has become too great
The only place I could ever be free
Is beside you in Neverland
In Neverland there are no broken hearts
Neither any broken dreams
It's where a child is free to wonder
And not know what makes the sun dance
Or the wind blow and the stars shine
But I know all these thing, Peter
I don't remember what I knew as a child
Who is left to teach me to imagine?
I have done things, Peter, that I am ashamed of
Nightmares replaced my pirate ship dreams
Men have claimed me like land
And made me their own in every way
At least in Neverland I could be my own mistress
Now I carry the seed of another
And the nightmares become reality
Reality; do you know what that means, Peter?
Men live only to worry, here in Reality
They do not see the sun, nor colors that shine
There is so much to fret ove
Eleanor and I The other one, the one called Eleanor, is the one things happen to.Eleanor and I by belleotricks
She longs to be a “St. Matthew,” but she simply comes across as awkward. When greeting friends on the street she only knows how to sneak in a flash of a smile before she marches onward. She never knows exactly what to say, but when she thinks of it, it’s too late.
Her most valuable possession is her mind, which is a child’s piggy bank, her pennies are tarnished witticisms and half-remembered stories.
She doesn’t live in the material world but in her thoughts, so sometimes she forgets that she is not a goddess. Poor child.
She wants to be a “Sunny Girlfriend,” but so far has only achieved the title of “moonchild” who plays in the folds of the milky pre-dawn light. What a strange bird. So few understand her.
The only part of myself that I see in her is her musical soul. If you press yo
GraduationLet's see, how did this thing begin...?Graduation by belleotricks
So this is the end?
Is this how we conclude
This journey, dressed in white,
The sky overhead like a bright ocean
Where the "Great Porpoise in the Sky" waits for us,
And laughs while we cry.
I feel as light as the sunlight that fills the air
So brilliant, pure and clean.
Never have I been so free,
For this is as death.
Someone releases doves into the air,
They dance as they disappear.
They are our souls,
Winged and feathered.
With no wings and no wind
My comrades fly up with them
Higher and higher, for it is our birthright;
We have accomplished what we set out to do,
And can't stay here anymore.
We watch them become white pin pricks
On a blue dome.
I stand beside you, blinking away the tears.
If I were to speak, it would be of things long past.
I linger with you as long as I can,
But I must go.
I don't know what awaits me behind the sun, beyond the sky.
But my future is up there... somewhere.
You ask if I am afraid...
I look at you and smile,
The Strength of Spirit (Part 2) With a new host procured at long last, Laocauna was finally at ease. For centuries—since the last of the corpses of the Celtic warriors had rotted and became one with Earth—she had been struggling to maintain her energy. It was taxing for an elemental one to exist in the great emptiness of the world; a body was a safe cage for her to reside in. All of her magic for ages had been focused on keeping herself together; she became so desperate, she combed the edge of the forest in hopes of finding someone or something to inhabit, but ever since that last great battle, the forest was still and nearly empty, save for the animals whom she had befriended and blessed long ago with eternal youth, and herself.The Strength of Spirit (Part 2) by belleotricks
But one day came a stroke of luck: a young girl wandered into her grasp. After inhabiting so many females throughout the span of time, she had grown accustomed to their bodies and mannerisms, and even decided that she herself was a female spirit. If sh
My name is Eleanor (I'm on the right). My main realm of "art" is writing, where I spin tales in a variety of styles: short stories, vignettes, fan fiction, etc. I've also been known to dapple in photography, just as a light hobby.
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