Lord of the Dance?Dedicated to my Lord of the Dance,to the man who inspired this poem,and to all who seek stardom over servanthood.May you learn that to possess joy,one must dance for another's glory.~ Lord of the Dance? ~His costume glitters with sequins and jewelsHis dancing shoes glisten and shineThe music begins as his dancers dance in,Feet tapping in rhythmic lineHe waits for his cue in the shadows and smilesHes hearing the roar of the crowdThe sound of cheers is sweet in his earsThey call to him, clear and loud(But what is he left with,When the applause dies away and the cheering ceases?What is he left with?)The spotlight dazzles his eyes as he entersThe audience screams out his nameAnd then with a leap and a blurring of feetHe dances as wild as a flameHes the star of his show, this spectacle grandThe stage is his world without endA vast expanse on which to danceWhere Magic and Realism blend(But what is he left with,When the dance is no
Beautiful - A Short StoryFor Kay, my dear sister in Jesus. May this small parable help to remind you how beautifully and wonderfully made you are in the eyes of the Great Artist.~ Beautiful ~A Short StoryOnce upon a time, not long ago and not far away, there lived a wise and skillful artist who loved to paint. He delighted in making magic with color and bringing all the images he saw in his head to life in his pictures.One day, he was painting something extra special. His brush dipped in and out of the swirling colors and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous dance of creation.And at last, the painting was complete. It was a picture of a pretty young girl on a swing at a park, with a rosy-cheeked face and sweet brown eyes. She was wonderful.The Artist stood back to admire his latest masterpiece and smiled in satisfaction. It was very good.Suddenly he gasped in surprise, for something happened! The girl in his painting.
Project FMA: A Sneak PeekFullmetal Alchemist - PrologueA lesson without pain is meaningless.Al! Alphonse!Lights and shadows flicker together against cold stone walls in a terrible dance, flashing around a young boy on his hands and knees; blond hair clinging to his tearstained face, teeth clenched, palms pressed to a fading chalked diagram on the floor...Damn it! he shouts, his voice hoarse and desperate. Alphonse! Stay with me!He inches forward in a helpless, limping crawl, choking on pain and smoke and sizzling air
One cannot gain anything without sacrificing something in return.Mom
oh god... The boy sobs out unintelligible words, cursing, praying, pleading, unaware that he is crying out to someone he doesnt believe in. N-no...god, no...they took him! How did this happen...it shouldn't h-have..."The words melt into a scream as he reaches back with a trembling hand and feels the bloody s
LoveOurs is not made of roses and candlesOr daydreams dipped in sunset's gold.Ours is not spun of fairytale's flaxOr starry gazes to fix and hold.For candlelight flickers and roses witherAnd dreams, however sweet, will yield to dawn.No.Ours is the unromantic romance.Sprawling, stubborn, untidy,Covered in bruises and grass stains.ButA soft and subtle warmth creeps in,Slowly,To temper the rough edges.We swallow back fear to taste the change;And with clouts and embraces applied when necessary,We steer our friendship into deeper watersFor ours is the journeyComprised of pain and promises,Tears and joys,Arguments, denials,Reluctant realizations, awkward steps,And a few quiet momentsTo drink in the delight ofKnowing another Self.Ours is the danceOf blindness becoming sight,Brokenness being healed,Strength filling weakness;Two willsEntwining togetherTo be forged, ever stronger, intoOne.And ours is the mountain, firm and forever;Standing through the storms of Summ
Let Me Save You--Winry's SongHow many times do I have to knockSome sense into you?How long are you going to bearA load too heavy for you?'Cause every ship needs a harborAnd even heroes need savingAnd you're no exceptionI'm here to wipe away the tearsYou won't let others seeI'm here to listen to your fearsSecret though they beWhen you need to, pleaseCome share your painIt's okay to let it out and let it goAnd if nothing elseI just want to let you knowThat I'm here to be your strengthI'll let you cast out demonsIf you'll let me chase awayAll these ghosts that haunt your eyesI'll let you slay the dragonIf you'll let me fight your nightmaresAnd sing you back to sleepI'll let you save the worldIf you'll let me save youI'm trying to break these walls downI want to lead you out of this labyrinthPlease don't shut the world outLet me in, just for a momentI'm here for you and I've been here all alongYou don't have to be so strongLet me be the one to carryThe world for onceGo on and chase
Edward Cullen vs. Edward ElricEdward vs. EdwardOnce upon a blank piece of paper, two very different characters from two very different fandoms happened to bump into each other.One was short (but don't tell him that!), had long blond hair pulled back in a braid and wore a striking red overcoat. The other was tall, bronze-haired and wore a T-shirt with "I'm 2 sexy 4 my sparklz" printed on the front. The only traits they had in common were their genders, golden eyes, first names and the utter shock of meeting each other. Both gasped dramatically, pointed a finger at the other and yelled,"IT'S EDWARD CULLEN!""IT'S EDWARD ELRIC!"After shouting the obvious truth to the world (hey, this is the realm of fan fiction! Of course they'd recognize each other right away!), the two Edwards stood in stunned silence and scrutinized each other carefully.Wow, he really IS as short as I've heard he is... Edward Cullen mused, scratching his pale, glistening, perfectly-sculpted chin. (Twilight fangirls across