So it's been awhile since the last time I was on here! How has everyone been? There has been a lot of changes since the last time we post. We have multiple new writers, as well two new artist! We also have a special monthly crossover with Life as You Dream with Illya. Not only that, but we have many new things on the way! Vlog posts, artwork, new mini-series, and a special surprise that my fellow bloggers don't even know about. ;)
But as of now, I, Chris, and Tara will slowly catch you guys up to speed on the inter-workings of the site. But as for now, I shall post a three part poem that is part of "Project Searchman". I hope you like it!
Falling at someone else’s discretion
to another’s expectations.
The pen outside my hand,
fate drawing my path like a Puppet’s master
creates his puppets movements.
Emotion raging through the catacombs of my soul
Only to be repressed by
my imperfection every waking hour,
Fingers pointing me to
pen to be in my hand,
to finally get to write
a script made just for me.
I’m a little blue bird, singing to another’s,
While the Cardinal inside
sings an unheard song.
No, only the vengeful raptor
waiting for winter to pass.
Shooting for Perfection to please others,
But never truly taking those steps please himself.
Sing your lonely tune Blue Bird,
For maybe the next day you’ll wake
the Cardinal you know you are.
Masked Cardinal, continue your flight,
Mask off, Mask on,
Who would take you when there is
This is where you belong,
All in My ears.
Feel Love, Feel a Soul,
An loneliness with no end.
Mask on, Mask Off,
Dodging me as always.
Who am I to talk?
I don’t even exist.
You know nothing of me,
Just like you should.
I’m just like your mask,
Invisible to all except me.
I desire hopelessness foremost,
Unlike these other fools.
As all as you get what you want
You can forget about me too.