Short Story/ Writing

[Rayne Engel]

Post your stories and poems and anything you've written! Writing is a form of art! =D  

[xXxMidnight-FangxXx]

My Guardian Angel.

The walls close in around me.
I feel myself slipping,
The line between reality and sanity
blending, fading.
I walk on the rim
carefully balancing.
Taunting, teasing, risking
dangerously near falling.

Below me a beckoning abyss.
Calling me
Welcoming me
Spirits cry out,
"Join us. Let us free your suffering."

The battle has waged too long.
I am done.
Unable to fight anymore
I give in.

The ropes surround me
like weights
pull me under.
The abyss consumes me
enveloping, surrounding me.

A Hand appears out of the light.
Strong arms
to pull me from the darkness.
To save me from myself
and impending sleep.

I am brought back from the edge.
I return to the world
into the light and the truth.

Released from my chains
as a butterfly
I fly free and strong
to greet the new dawn.
Awake.
Alive.

No longer do I fear the edge.
It has retreated.
I stand on solid ground.
Not alone, but with you.

Friend.
Lover.
Rescuer.
Guardian Angel.  

[Strider Wolfheart]

The Waking Dream

A dream. A dream of a dream. For it is when I dream that I truely feel awake. The dreams I dream are dreams of dreams. For it is in this dream that I die and in this dream I come to life.

A dream where all things die or a dream where all things live. For this dream is a dream that does not die. A dream with no ending, boundless as the sea. I one time dreamt that the world ended and so it did. Once I dreamt the world was abundent and whole and so it was. For it is when I dream that there is reality. I one time dreamt that I would die...and so i did.

A dream of a dream. A dream of nothing. Hopes and fears. Death and life. A dream. For it is in this dream that we all live. A dream of a dream, where when we dream we feel awake. For it is when I dream, that I truely feel awake. A dream of a dream. A dream of a life.

Some peoples dreams are nightmares. Other peoples dreams are pure and good. For all we are is a dream. And in this dream we dream the dreams of hopes and fears, life and death, the dreams of a dream, a dream that doesn't end.

When you wake up from this dream you cannot remember it because you cannot, because a part of you doesn't want to, because if we did we would finally remember why we wanted to forget. A dream of a dream. We are a dream. A dream with no ending, boundless as the sea. The waking dream.

For it is when I dream, that I truely feel awake.  

[Rayne Engel]

oh wow Strider I love yours! So pretty  

[Strider Wolfheart]

Thank you, though it really isn't anything special. ^-^