March 26th Loneliness

[Tehya]

Loneliness is a subjective experience, there are all kinds of feelings of loneliness, the feeling of missing someone far away, or standing in a crowded party and still feeling lonely. You may also feel lonely hearing a song that reminds you of someone. This weeks topic will cover every feeling of loneliness.

Place your art, stories, and poems here.

[Stormbringer]

Here's one I prepared earlier

[Ehlanna]

My attempt ...

[Fariday]

Journal Entry 156, Mid-week, late morning

It's a strange thing, to sit among the quiet of the stone-walled tower I have had built for myself. The library occupies my mind when I am not out or it is too wet to go outside and train, but somehow it feels so empty.

I wasn't raised in a large village, but I still feel alone, but for Xana, who slumbers over the hearth as I write this. The narrow windows cast beams of light into the dusty air inside, and I see how empty my tower feels. Maybe I need some new furniture? Doubtful. I may have a very small amount of furniture, but I am one man, needing little.

Ironic then, that I bought this island for the solitude it could provide and the space to train my mind and body, but to feel the need for social interaction. I suppose the overabundance of such I had in the military got to me more than I realize.

I sit here and I wonder... the bedchamber is large, the bed a decent size... Maybe I can find someone to warm my side at night?

I am certain Selenity is so far busy with her work to move from her current address... Which noble does she work for again? Lord Elthorion? Lady Dae?

And Calina... Miss Calina Deronas. A recent addition to the inn staff, but then again, for one of her stature... She can certainly ruffle some feathers. I find myself thumbing through my pack for a nonexistent collar when I see her at the inn now...

Look at me, rambling on; the sun is up past an hour now. I believe it time to find something productive to do.

After all, the ringing of the forge hammer is as familiar a friend as I will ever find.

[Famfrit]

solace in solitude
aggressive attitude
hateful of platitudes
incapable of gratitude

heart made to dominate
filled with entropic hate
brain thinking eradicate
all threats to eliminate

beasts made to destroy
with their chaotic ploys
the world is their broken toy
shattering things is their only joy

how does a hateful greenskin relate?
love they don't contemplate
friends they don't appreciate
enemies just accumulate

the internal endless question
of the 'verdant infection'
the sorrowful isolation
unable to express contrition

miserable beasts always alone
but unable to ever atone
for a race that was grown
out of decay and death sown

to always feel disconnect
a torn soul born wrecked
created to be incorrect
just scars to collect

solace in solitude
aggressive attitude
hateful of platitudes
incapable of gratitude

heart made to dominate
filled with entropic hate
brain thinking eradicate
all threats to eliminate



---From "The Children of The Death Mother", currently being wrote by Famfrit Elfraper.

[Lucien Valdres]

Creeping Darkness

Lieing awake, the hours of dark
Hard to take, a broken heart
Pushing away, hiding in your mind
Emotions stray, sliding from mankind
Striving to cope, pain envelops
Losing your hope, sane who merits?
Poison within, tearing apart
Not to give in, to creeping dark.

A little something from a topic endured often, hope it is appreciated

[Tehya]

This proved to be a motivational topic and thanks for the art and writing. Nice to see you add something Famfrit enjoyed it very much and you too Lucien good to see more participating.

Posting up next weeks topic, but do continue to add to any of the old ones even past their weekly date.

Tehya

[mozenwrathe]

*And this piece was found not that recently within the Artists' Ambit. There was no signature to it, nor a discerning writing style. Anyone asked would say a rather interesting figure was observed writing it. Well, a few figures. One of them was best described as "short, cute, and fluffy." The gender of the first one could not be discerned, but the second was clearly a woman. With tattoos that were covering where one suspected scars had coated her body, she seemed to have dwarven blood in her along with the blood of one of the human races. With the pair were three others, but memories about them are vague, as if something happened that prevented them from being recalled properly...*

And Without That First Star In The Sky
by Ariaz Refinnej, dwarven half-breed

would not for the night when all is quiet
for is it were not for said evening's tide
when brightest lights are washed away
and cool embrace of endless darkness
covers the land for all its myriad worths
could not I know that all within the heavens
is just like here where my feet rise and fall
and that first star in the sky do I see
will I allow she and only her to see my tears

there are so many who call themselves ally
but to their own hovels and havens will they
crawl to or slide into when the dawn's glory fades
leaving only the truth of what is not truly there
to remain behind for my fingers to reach to
grasping at the shadows as if it were molasses
something that has substance and yet fleeting
much like their oaths when it is a warm bed
that I would see as my own and seek to warm
but there be naught for me to taste and touch
and that first star in the sky do I see
shall hear my silent weeping in my heart

village and city to rise in my eyes in distance
only for them to fall to the horizon behind me
a quest never ending to have something more
than something stolen or purchased for two turns
of gilded hourglass at some slaver's pavilion
once my fleeting time and strength are both spent
shall I fling whatever is left back to society's bosom
for is the lowliest drak`sen desired by legions
but for me is there nothing but scorn and sorrow
as even with this glistening marks upon my skin
proclaim to all and sundry who know my tongue
and that first star in the sky do I see
refuses to answer my pleading spirit

have I no motivation to continue my fight
except the desire to not meet Neserva too soon
my back remains unbroken despite the strain
and within my body does blood still flow
tides of terrible seas have not sought my breath
nor will the wind to be stolen from spirit mine
so readily as it has been those who thought me
frail enough to twist and torment to their desires
but with their blood upon my skin and oath
know I nothing will e'er be called my hearth and home
and that first star in the sky do I see
mocks me from her comfortable bed in the heavens

do now I hear the tragic horn play loudly
echoing within this softened breast of mine
and can no tears fall from this visage now
for before the masses of the unenlightening
shall I need walk and pray and speak once more
the river of life will not stop for my private misery
so upon its shores will I stride without loss of pride
showing nothing to those who would deride me
but my back held straight and my head held high
while inside do I cringe from the oncoming fall
of the blissful light that kisses us upon our brows
and that first star in the sky do I see
shall I privately call catastrophe quietly

[Sorgram]

The Lonely throne (redux)

Upon the dais of stone,
the monarch sat alone.
Surrounded by servants and subjects
Some Ambassadors with projects
tried to ply his ear
with treasure and monstrous fears.
Yet to him, none could know
the thought behind the brow.
The room would be cleared
and no more his way steered.
Left to ache and moan
sitting on the only throne.

None could understand
what made this great man
who he is today
what formed his way
through this over long life
filled with love and strife.
Natures gift to some
a burden now made life glum.
Knowledge and wisdom
were overly burdensome.
Parceled out daily
to some very stalely
Gifts of advice and
thoughts on a diety's plan.
Never a moments peace,
even hiding under his fleece.
Sitting upon the raised stone,
knowing only metal throne.

None can know his needs
congregating like weeds
around his bony knees
to disregard his unsaid pleas.
Leave me be,
gift time to me
so that i might rest
and you shall be blessed.
unheard these desires
might as well be on fire
he aspirates
thinking to provide berates
Instead he thinks
that life stinks
and with a great groan
he abdicates the hated throne
warmed by not anyone
alone sits the cold throne.

(punctuations forth coming)

[Tehya]

You found it--yay-- enjoyed it just as it is.