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The wind blows Through windows cold like snow. In prison, A dreaming sleeper dies. I witness His chainless silence flow, Old spirit Escape with wind as guise.

Great silver orb High in the sky Your lunar light Reaching out to everything Great sky goddess We dance In your light We rejoice In your love Your reflection On the sea We raise our arms wide Praising you Praying to you A midnight ritual The moon Our provider Our great mother Divine Light We sing our mermaid song to you

“I wish I could be like her,” As jealousy begins to take over. I offered myself without resistance, And envy gave me a new existence. I became trapped in a foreign maze, That restricted my life to be a paraphrase. I spent much too long being a reflection. Now, I yearn to create my own projection. I’m tired of watching the same program, “I wish I could remember who I am.”

Her mind has become a tangle of webs. Her memories fight against each other as she tries to recall her wedding dress. Words mix and mingle as her grandchildren tell her about their day. Past and present blur as her loved ones dance beside the lake. She weeps and she frowns as she realises that she's not well. She smiles as she bids her daughter farewell.

The statue stands still, gazing at those who have, are and will pass by. It is criticised, it is praised, but no matter what, the statue remains idle. It seeks neither fortune nor fame, it desires neither compliments nor blames. What does the statue truly want then? Life.

Dancing like crackling fire but never away from her protective gaze. Four young spirits, eagerly waiting for the next day. The shadow of war was upon them, rebellion was just around the corner, yet there was still time to change their fate. Then the doors opened. It became too late. The throne crumbled down, the curtains were torn apart, lovers were gone, dreams were broken and a window became their whole world. The hatred of mankind washed over them, the princesses were never heard laughing again as darkness enveloped the house and the land of the Romanov turned red.

She's the author of my pain And the artist of my happiness. The bringer of my youth And the killer of my abstinence. The killer of my innocence. Who knew she wouldn't give a shit? She hung me out to dry Then she swam away to bigger things. But in the end some bigger things Are bittersweet like cinnamon... Some roses really smell like poo... Some pigs really grow wings... Some pawns really become kings...

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king's horses and all  the king's men Laughed as he rose from the concrete again... Humpty Dumpty climbed up the wall Snakes, ladders and inevitable falls No matter the lanes that the ladders create Snakes pull him down, they won't give him a break... Humpty Dumpty's hitting the wall Humpty Dumpty's scared of the fall Gridlocks and kings see victory's near But looks are deceiving and so is despair... Humpty Dumpty's over the wall He's been through inferno, has nowhere to fall He makes his own lane, flows on his own track Who knows where it leads? There's no turning back...

I am not the one This rigorous pursuit of greatness is an endless labyrinth I do not believe My sacrifice will suffice In my eyes To be simple is to be great I renounce the statement My eminence defines me My life Defines me My individual identity Is a myth My conformity Will lead A good betrothed life But with hard work Comes fake friends, risk and responsibility With the limelight Comes greed, hate and envy With these aspirations I must take risks and chances to become great And I realize Greatness is a road leading toward the unknown I am not the one "Everything great and intelligent is in the minority." ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe If y

Oh, how she moves her legs as I swing this pen, how she tip-toes across the floor as I jot down my thoughts, how she whirls as I spin webs of words,   how she leaps and bounds as I turn the pages,   how she flies as I write countless sentences, how she smiles and bows as my ink runs out. Oh, how beautiful a dance of words can be.