#poetic imagery

[g-h-o-s-t-2000]

short poem by Emily Dickinson, american poet (1830-1886)

[shadowdancingpoetry]

Masao Yamamoto

[acourtofquestions]

“There was something sad about her-sitting so still with her legs against her chest, the moonlight coloring her hair silver. No bold, swaggering expressions strutted across her face as the glow of the castle rippled in her eyes.

He found her beautiful, if a bit strange and sour. It was something in the way that her eyes sparked when she looked at something lovely in the landscape. He couldn't understand it.

She stared at the castle unflinchingly, her form silhouetted against the blazing brightness that sat on the edge of the Avery River. Clouds gathered above them and she raised her head. Through a clearing in the swirling mass, a cluster of stars could be seen. He couldn't help thinking that they gazed down at her.

No, he had to remember she was an assassin with the blessing of a pretty face and sharp wits. She washed her hands with blood, and was just as likely to slit his throat as offer him a kind word. And she was his Champion. She was here to fight for him--and for her freedom. And nothing more. He lay down, his hand still upon his sword, and fell asleep.

Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.”

[sarcasticbreathing]

wisdom teeth

my wisdom teeth are coming in.

i feel no more enlightened than i did yesterday

a day when i was free from this sharp twang in my jaw and all awareness of it.

maybe all experience is wrought from pain.

or maybe it’s my fault for growing up.

i’ll need them pulled.

[blueheartbookclub]

"The Spirit Land: S. B. Emmons Unveils a Mesmerizing Journey into the Ethereal Unknown"

In "The Spirit Land," S. B. Emmons orchestrates an enchanting symphony of mysticism, folklore, and spiritual exploration. Published with an air of secrecy and allure, the novel takes readers on a spellbinding journey into the uncharted realms of the ethereal. From the very first page, Emmons weaves a narrative tapestry that blurs the lines between reality and the supernatural, beckoning readers into a world where the unseen forces of the spirit land hold sway.

The story follows a diverse cast of characters, each intricately connected by their encounters with the mystical. As the plot unfolds, Emmons skillfully navigates through ancient legends, forgotten folklore, and the threads of fate that bind the living to the spectral. The prose, rich in vivid descriptions and poetic imagery, transports readers to landscapes both familiar and fantastical, as the characters traverse the spirit land in pursuit of understanding, redemption, and connection.

Emmons' narrative prowess lies in the delicate balance between suspense and revelation. Each chapter unfolds like an unwritten spell, drawing readers deeper into the enigmatic allure of the spirit land. The novel grapples with themes of identity, destiny, and the inexorable ties that bind the living and the departed. The characters, whether mortal or ethereal, are painted with a depth that invites empathy and resonates with the universal human quest for meaning.

At its core, "The Spirit Land" is a captivating exploration of the unknown, an ode to the mysteries that lie beyond the veil of the tangible. Emmons masterfully blends elements of fantasy and spirituality, creating a narrative that transcends genre boundaries. The novel's intrigue is heightened by its ability to provoke contemplation on the nature of existence, the afterlife, and the profound connections that endure beyond the boundaries of time.

In conclusion, "The Spirit Land" stands as a testament to S. B. Emmons' literary prowess and ability to captivate readers with an evocative blend of the supernatural and the profound. This novel is not merely a story; it is an invitation to embark on an extraordinary journey, where the ethereal mysteries of the spirit land become a captivating backdrop to the universal human experience. Emmons' work is a testament to the enduring power of storytelling to transport us into realms where the ordinary dissolves, and the extraordinary comes to life.

"The Spirit Land," by S. B. Emmons is available in Amazon in paperback 16.99$ and hardcover 24.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 424

Language: English

Rating: 8/10                                           

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

[milocelium]

“inspired by my feelings of having to move on from not having the adolescence i wanted, but my hand (heart) reaching for it in envy anyway, wishing and yearning painfully for joy that i will never feel.”

[blueheartbooks]

"The Spirit Land: S. B. Emmons Unveils a Mesmerizing Journey into the Ethereal Unknown"

In "The Spirit Land," S. B. Emmons orchestrates an enchanting symphony of mysticism, folklore, and spiritual exploration. Published with an air of secrecy and allure, the novel takes readers on a spellbinding journey into the uncharted realms of the ethereal. From the very first page, Emmons weaves a narrative tapestry that blurs the lines between reality and the supernatural, beckoning readers into a world where the unseen forces of the spirit land hold sway.

The story follows a diverse cast of characters, each intricately connected by their encounters with the mystical. As the plot unfolds, Emmons skillfully navigates through ancient legends, forgotten folklore, and the threads of fate that bind the living to the spectral. The prose, rich in vivid descriptions and poetic imagery, transports readers to landscapes both familiar and fantastical, as the characters traverse the spirit land in pursuit of understanding, redemption, and connection.

Emmons' narrative prowess lies in the delicate balance between suspense and revelation. Each chapter unfolds like an unwritten spell, drawing readers deeper into the enigmatic allure of the spirit land. The novel grapples with themes of identity, destiny, and the inexorable ties that bind the living and the departed. The characters, whether mortal or ethereal, are painted with a depth that invites empathy and resonates with the universal human quest for meaning.

At its core, "The Spirit Land" is a captivating exploration of the unknown, an ode to the mysteries that lie beyond the veil of the tangible. Emmons masterfully blends elements of fantasy and spirituality, creating a narrative that transcends genre boundaries. The novel's intrigue is heightened by its ability to provoke contemplation on the nature of existence, the afterlife, and the profound connections that endure beyond the boundaries of time.

In conclusion, "The Spirit Land" stands as a testament to S. B. Emmons' literary prowess and ability to captivate readers with an evocative blend of the supernatural and the profound. This novel is not merely a story; it is an invitation to embark on an extraordinary journey, where the ethereal mysteries of the spirit land become a captivating backdrop to the universal human experience. Emmons' work is a testament to the enduring power of storytelling to transport us into realms where the ordinary dissolves, and the extraordinary comes to life.

"The Spirit Land," by S. B. Emmons is available in Amazon in paperback 16.99$ and hardcover 24.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 424

Language: English

Rating: 8/10                                           

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

[c-hrona]

Pietà

[beanghostprincess]

Love how Zolu and Sanuso are both extremely poetic in their own ways. Because Zoro and Luffy could say "I'd go to hell and back for you. I would crave your name on my skin with my blades only for the universe to know I'm yours. I'd scream your name so loud so the Gods know I worship you as such. If my last breath is used for your will and honor, I'll die happily. I want to consume every part of you and live within your heart and soul" but Sanji and Usopp would also say "You're the stars I can't reach and the sea I want to drown in. You're so close yet so far away my heart aches with yearning. I stare at you from across the ship waiting and longing and hoping for you to let me in. We're the same, yet so different. I'll do what you can't do, and you'll do what I can't. You say you're nothing but you're everything to me. Every dream. Every hope. Every sigh. I'd give up the entire love of thousands for only a bit of yours" and I think it's really nice <3

[littler3d]

See I’ve always been turned off by The Corruption because I have a personal dislike of mold and bugs (I’m the perfect victim I know) but if we’re doing PLANTS! I AM IN. Out of the way worms me and my guilty conscience are TAKING OVER this creepy garden

[g-h-o-s-t-2000]

A poem by William Blake, british poet (1757-1827)

[shadowdancingpoetry]

credit: Jana Sojka

[extraordinarilyextreme]

Ladies and gentlemen, in recent days, have you been well? I am Di Feisheng. Once, I only wished to comprehend the greatest lost knowledge, and fight another battle with my old foe Li Xiangyi to my heart’s content. But, alongside old friends, and new friends, as we solved cases in all four directions, as well as completed my revenge, it seems that some things are no longer the same. The present me is still willing to intensively study martial arts and dedicate myself to progressing my kung fu. But I will also admire the breaking waves, the rising sun, and the mountains and rivers; I will also enjoy the fireworks of the day-to-day. The wish of my heart is, namely, freedom, stretching as far as the skies and as vast as the seas. I hope you and I can live carefree and traverse the lands unhindered. If it is fated, we will see each other again. - Di Feisheng

[sarcasticbreathing]

a heart two sizes too big

i called the landlord yesterday and asked him to set some traps for the most recent unwelcome guest in my home.

i struck the match, lit the fuse,

and today he is lying lifeless on the cold linoleum tile of my kitchen.

a rat.

neck snapped, head masked by the trap and body lying lifeless towards the direction the sky should be in.

i don’t look away. i make sure to take in the details.

it is my fault after all.

my unease the night we met lead us to this.

an event i couldn’t foresee any other outcome to.

he was stood atop the radiator reaching towards the shelf that held my week old stale bread. the night before, he had gorged himself on my $3 everything bagels. probably the fullest he had felt his whole life but it being at my expense filled me with indignation.

i know i wanted him gone, but all quiet outrage i once had fled my body when i saw his.

smaller than i remembered and lacking the frantic rise and fall of his chest.

once he’s removed all that’s left is flecks of blood dried a burgundy colour and the image of his brown fur staining my mind.

it’s silly, but i mourn him.

i cry out of guilt

for all the times i was hungry

and wasn’t punished for it.

[cbk1000]

I'm all for people using creative language in their writing, but remember that your metaphors and descriptive language have to make sense. They need to evoke something specific to create a clear image in the reader's head, not just be a jumble of fancy-sounding words you threw together because you thought they seemed neat or profound.

[eyesfuil0fstars]

Eve in the Garden

It starts small and insignificant

a spark, a weakness of a moment,

but that's all it takes to send your house to the humble ground as if made of paper,

and maybe it was.

Your rosy cheeks could be on fire themselves, red from shame,

your eyes perfectly reflecting the flames,

going up,up,up

and sending everything crumbling

down,down,down.

That's all it took, a moment.

A tremble of a hand and a stray spark

to ruin everything around us,

to make us see how fragile we are,

how nothing matters.

Tomorrow, in the light of the day,

with the clarity that comes after a goodnight's sleep,

(awake in a new garden,

full of pain and misery

and nothing like the heaven you knew,)

you'll think back on this and say it wasn't worth it,losing Eden.

And that will change nothing.

The deity on the other side of the river will still offer you secrets like they are nothing,

free candy,

and you will still wonder if there is a catch,

as if you haven't lost everything already.

Nevermind the paper house you lit on fire just for a smile, a brief satisfaction.

You will curse the snake for tempting you,

yet you still bite the apple