Do you ever…
Wish you could travel back in time of your child hood where you only were wild and courages beyond any imagination of adventurous where locks and stop signs were only made for you to crush and brake through jump through sneak through to get through not to turn away to stay away but to turn away and run around like a free mind where it’s blind of impossible And tied in possible
Do you ever…
Wish you could go back in time to re-take school and achieve only greatness from 8 till now that’s a 16 maybe 17 ? Lets leave it At 17 – 150 don’t matter your age at any cold stage you will were would’ve wished for a retake to clean the past the bad page and rewrite with greatness squeeze weakness into strength and strength to power your hearts full of blue rage not even a world of warcrafts Mage could turn that to a clean page humanity lives on suffering regrets rage An bad pages of life….
So, I’ve started a book (another one) and I am very much hoping to take it slow and publish it, basically it’s a fantasy genre called “The Blue Pond”
Where the main character is one day traveling to his house from yet another dull and stressing work day at teaching, and he walks up hill where a strange fog and rain forms covering his surroundings as he stands watches the foggy rain drive away other city people leaving him alone in the dry spot, he continues walking up hill under a blinking city light he stops as he steps into a star shaped pond which is I fact a gate way to another realm where beasts and barbarians rule and slave humans….
So anyway, ill keep you all, and you updated on the story, please do leave a thought about it which will very much help me through this book, thank you! 😀
Nothing to hear but the slightest echo of lake flowing below birds rising from sleep, the sun rises not surprising life with its light but strange enough.. It’s sound of its huge shape rising as though its climbing a net of bright clouds
The touch of nothing but comfort beyond the limit of comfort it self, I rise not from sleep but back as hours of only twin moons and crystal stars flew letting the night into a revival light for the dead soul letting the path of Angels and clouds walk from sky to the soft green surrounding me. . .
Me – ” .. Wh.. what? ..?”
Me – “What’s .. Going on? Why is it so cold out here mam?”
“YOU’RE LOSING TOO MUCH BLOOD! YOU’RE HEARTS SHOWING!!!”
Me – ” .. It doesn’t belong in this world”
– Kmantraptap – What could possibly happen when men meet heaven?
Well, so I check out my wordpress account on a insecure wifi and this message comes up, instead of reading it, I read one word from it.. “Trust”
… Wouldn’t it be amazing if you received a message saying you can’t trust the the person you’re about to meet? Yes, very much it would, me, you, we’ve all been there where trust has been broken like an object and treated like a toy
There was this strange .. Thing luring in the shadow so I take my legs left left and right left right left right!! I sneezed..
A creepy eepy silence) what have I do done!! KmanTrapTap to da rapapatraptaprapatap I said hey to fever now I’m all sleeping all over like Horton when he discovered his love was covered ma papas shouting you gota get to the doctor but pap! I just drank a calpol!! Ill be as fine as ice just watch than he shock his head so I just sneaked to ma mamas kitchen n’ toke soma that paraseetomaal!!! Followed by strange pills called .. A strange doctorian name! And now fevers all down on meeE! Like a hot bomb she’s all down all on me haaay fever you ain’t good for me we gota stop seeing each other ma papas not happy and I’m all sneezy guess I shouldn’t have said hey maybe a kill woul have been better ..
– Kmantraptap – strange poetry