Drawing Blank

[Ashke]

How vivid dreams were then.
Colored horses racing past through the archways of cloud castles. They would soar through the sky trampling nightmares and sad memories. They weren't scared of the lightening or thunder. They chased away rain and tears, and where their diamond hooves struck the ground there bloomed flowers and hope.
And I wonder when clouds became
Just clouds.
How long ago those rainbow stallions ran
Now to find
Only blank pages --
Empty spaces.
Once I dreamed myself walking in a bright red dress with a blue scarf. It was dark, and suddenly the sidewalk below me shattered like thin glass. I fell an eternity to land on a chess board suspended in black nothingness. I was a little pawn girl, and everywhere I tried to run great marble white kings and sharp black queens loomed above and blocked my way, trying to arrest me for being unruly and colorful.
I could say age made me bolder
But more I fear I've faded.
How sweet to be colorful
And unruly again!
Goddamn blank spaces
Empty pages.
~*~ Ashke ~*~
[This message has been edited by Ashke (edited 13 September 2000).]

 

[Noodle]

 

[Vixen]

Thanks Ashke, I got caught up in your imagery. Great writing.

 

[eidolon]

I agree with Noodle...

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[writnpage]

Empty pages cannot create beauty like the beauty from your soul through words.
Let the child from within come out to play. Swing on a swing and pause and sip on the colors with wich you pain so lovingly.
Silence and snow-white days, I treat as "growing pains". The soul aches and itches during this time, only to welcome a newer and more grown up Ashke.
Loads of luvs,
-Amina
Sorry if this is a repeat. I seem to have lost my response in the midst of cyber chaos.
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"Like a bird on a wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free" - Leonard Cohen

 

[Pyro]

thank you ashke, my dear.
my twin, my friend
Tim

 

[BRUH]

Tnanks ASHKE I always enjoy your writing

 

[Pyro]

And a valiant knight became King over a beautiful land. Rolling hills and villages. The threat of the Dark Knights, but more the faith in the Valiant Hero. Friendly dragons that helped us reach the floating city.
Laying around in the dirt, playing war. We didn't know what war was, we just fell over and laughed with each other. The days would end with the setting of the sun, and we'd go inside to dinner already waiting.
And to see through those eyes again
To have the child's perspective.
Can it be recaptured?
Or are we meant to just watch it fade slowly away?
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It's my way of saying thanks. To try and grab onto the feeling of the writing, and add something of my own that emphasizes YOUR piece that has grabbed my attention. It's meant to be the emphasis of your beauty.
Tim - Pyro

 

[Ashke]

Pyro! That was beautiful.

~*~ Ashke ~*~