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Stones cascade down the mountainside. The strong grow weak, and the weak grow strong. Like arrows, they pierce the weeping willow, whipping her head back, she stares them down, fire blazing in her eyes. The tear stained glass pane, throws itself before her, and she walks away, and it shatters
Rain falls. Sun shines. Leaves are put to sleep.
Look at these, beautiful! Sharp and jagged! Neither, they are a memory.
The snow covers those who are put to rest, And memories are forgotten.
by ~hawkman-2000
The Golden SunsetThe Golden Setting SunThe Golden Sunset
The golden sun slowly sets behind a black horizon. As silver stars slowly start shining, the black river, glassy and unmoving, silently trickles away. Tall grass glides with the wind and among white and yellow wildflowers flowers. Mountains in the distance rise and meet the night, and all is quiet.
Black geese make a perfect v amid the orange sun. I lie down in the grass, the long stalks softly stroking my face. The damp river dirt, mixes and molds with my fingers, filling the gaps that are left, &nb
by ~hawkman-2000
Spring RainSpring rainSpring Rain
Like a spring rain, She washes away winter’s sorrows. A flower to be looked upon, It’s beauty never to be fully understood. Like the summer sun, She brightens the day, And scares the night away. As the Autumn rain falls, The story unfolds.
Gray as the fog that rolls over the ocean. The raindrops pound a dull beat, To the crucifixion. Like a poisoned arrow, So is the thorn of the white rose, That pierces the hand of the beloved.
by ~hawkman-2000
Blue eyesBlue EyesBlue eyes
Balancing on your ten toes, You stand there, curiosity filling your face. That innocent smile of yours, Those big blue eyes, Like ocean waves, your curls dance in the wind. Captivated by the world, Yet as free as a summer breeze. Like a squirrel in winter, You search for the seeds of joy and happiness, Planting them in our hearts, In hopes that they will flourish.
by ~hawkman-2000
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The SeaOn the edge of the water, Waves are calling me, I look out to the sunset, A quiet, mysterious scene. Shells lying on the shore, Colors weaving a dream. Winter winds from the land, But warm embrace by the sea. The waves are calling me, Into a blissful dream.The Sea
by ~Xcursia
Far ArdenSoft fire Reflection on calm blue Couples dance by the ancient lake Shamans in a love dance Insane in the deep treesFar Arden
Procession through the elder forest Led by a King and Queen Lost village Lost empire Far Arden
Women of sweet silver Men of furious gold A ceremony of innocence is conducted Perfection Connection In the sweet forest The stars are always aligned and bright In each others' eyes
Today's jungle is filled with flowery women Traces of silver in their smiles In the moonshine reflection Of a
by ~eruiluvatar
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- Current Residence: My Nest
- Print preference: Hawk ink
- Interests: Saving the world one person at a time
- Favourite movie: Hawkman Retruns
- Favourite band or musician: Maces and Hawks
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Favourite artist: Hawk dude
- Favourite poet or writer: H. A. W. K. Mann
- Favourite style of art: Hawk camera
- MP3 player of choice: Hawkpod
- Shell of choice: Angle Wings
- Wallpaper of choice: Feathers
- Skin of choice: Wings
- Favourite game: Hawkman and Spike
- Favourite gaming platform: Hawkbox
- Favourite cartoon character: Hawkman
- Personal Quote: Hawkman Rules!!!! Literally!!!
- Tools of the Trade: Smashing peoples heads with my giant mace named spike
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*TheWritersMeow
A birthday is just a day, you say.
But it's a special day.
It's the day you first changed the world.
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Togheter were nothing..
あるところに、小さな夢がありました。
In some place was a little dream.
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heck yershhhhhhh
well thats what this place is for so ill be excited to read it if u choose to put it up
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