) they are still up on the blog... which would probably be an unapproved link at this point. But. Search for NAPOWRIMO and there's only one obvious result I think.Statistics: Posted by Lily of Archenland — Tue Jun 19, 2018 1:29 pm
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Statistics: Posted by Ariel.of.Narnia — Mon May 21, 2018 6:40 pm
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Within the mist and a moment... I wasn't mainly thinking of Shasta, but I can't deny that was one on the images in my mind.
Statistics: Posted by Lily of Archenland — Wed May 09, 2018 4:28 am
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Statistics: Posted by Swanwhite — Tue May 08, 2018 11:50 pm
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...Heh. Overthinking much?
Statistics: Posted by Lily of Archenland — Tue May 08, 2018 2:03 pm
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Statistics: Posted by Ariel.of.Narnia — Tue May 08, 2018 6:10 am
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...Owl City, really? Well, I'll take the compliment, although the mood and rhythm felt quite different to me... perhaps if we're talking more Plant Life than Strawberry Avalanche.
I had meant to leave the month on a better ending note, but life came thick and fast in the last couple of days. I got close to my goal number, at least!
Statistics: Posted by Lily of Archenland — Mon May 07, 2018 7:58 pm
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"Behind the Glass" actually made me think of Owl City. Something in the phrasing and the almost-vague meaning behind the curious imagery.
And being a bookworm myself, definitely connect with "Bookworms".
"And I haven’t gathered courage yet
To tell my parents what strangers are learning."
Oof. Yeah, I've felt that before.
Statistics: Posted by Ariel.of.Narnia — Thu May 03, 2018 2:06 am
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broken thoughts
4/28/2018
Stumbling words suddenly
Gumming up the works,
I I can’t I don’t
I need -
Speak slower speak careful
I’m sorry it’s only
My mind’s half-asleep,
My heart’s half-awake,
No logic to run on
So many decisions.
A simple decision.
Do you want me?
Do you want help?
Where should I meet you?
Turns to mistrust turns to family turns to I am free but my wheels are not,
Turns to where can we buy privacy,
Turns to is it safe here at home.
Turns to I can’t drive and I don’t work
And professional confidentiality
Is less confidential if the neighborhood hears -
Besides the house is a mess so I’m not allowed guests -
And I haven’t gathered courage yet
To tell my parents what strangers are learning.
Statistics: Posted by Lily of Archenland — Sat Apr 28, 2018 10:17 pm
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Ooh, these are both amazing! I have to say that you really did incredibly with your word choices in "Bookworms".
Statistics: Posted by hobbit_of_narnia — Sat Apr 28, 2018 5:36 pm
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Bookworms
4/27/2018
I’m a book-dragon, increasing my hoard -
I was only a little wyrm once.
You taught me how ink held the wonder of word
Even while chickenscratch made me feel a dunce -
And those words I collected and wound round my neck,
Like jewels found everywhere (even in dreck);
And though our tastes have a great divergence
I still find myself with a soft resurgence
Of wonder
When under
The spell of a page
Next to you, bookish comrade -
The first I’ve had.
Statistics: Posted by Lily of Archenland — Sat Apr 28, 2018 3:23 am
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...Hm... Behind the Glass and old calluses both stood out to you... Sorta wondering if you have a thing about rhythm?
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Evening falls
4/27/2018
I rest in the shadows again,
And wonder how long it shall last.
Will the peace of night
In my sheltering place
Break slow or shatter fast?
Will the unease start with a whisper?
Will it harrow me with a croon?
Or will this be a rare sort of dark -
Quiet safety under the moon?
Will I look at my lamp like my one good thing -
Hope somewhere beneath the stars?
Or will I go drifting on light in dream,
Far from this planet's wars?
Statistics: Posted by Lily of Archenland — Sat Apr 28, 2018 1:48 am
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(Also I really love "Behind the Glass".)
Statistics: Posted by hobbit_of_narnia — Fri Apr 27, 2018 4:23 am
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Within the Mist
4/26/2018
One more step forward in the dark.
Keep moving, you may find someone.
Keep moving, you may find a light.
One step more fights back the whispers.
Fog can take a thousand shapes,
In the end it’s only empty.
One step, now. Keep the path.
If there is still a path to keep,
Our scentless hunt may reap the morning.
Eyes peeled wide for a glimmer.
Although the air is empty now
Perhaps a moment brings an answer.
a moment
4/26/2018
Hold fast, my friend,
For the world is never empty.
Small moments still gleam.
Ice and sweetness in the heat,
Unexpected iridescence
In a bird’s folded wing.
There is always something left
To discover,
Some tiny secret to uncover,
As long as chinks of light can still
Invade your broken things.
Statistics: Posted by Lily of Archenland — Thu Apr 26, 2018 9:18 pm
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