Gold Threads

Gold threads hold us as we cling to our friends when the dark pulls at our clothes.

Silver hold us to the tree of sanity with fingertips callused and scarred.

Braid gold and silver hold us firm at the brink of destruction to watch.

We stand by as the world burns,

Spinning the web for us to dance upon

The web that will catch us as we fall from on high.

All the times that we were abused.

Made us strong enough to hold back our laughter as the world burns.

Be aware of us for we are stronger than you think.

Loved beyond measure

and protected beyond words.

We stand at the edge of destruction and laugh,

For who can kill us? We alone can die before we live.

We cling to the silver thread of tree branches.

Watching, laughing for what have we to fear of fire?

Just because we are scared does not mean anything

WE foraged OURSELVES from pain and sorrow.

We the broken, the mocked, the cursed:

Are stronger and braver than you will ever know because we have danced with fire and lived.

End

We stood at the edge of destruction and laughed at you as you burned.

We clung to the branches and danced as the world ended in fire, ash, and dust.

There is nothing more than ash, as far as the eye can see.

We once again lie dormant waiting,

Waiting for the world to kick-start itself again.

So that we may at last take to the sky on wings of ash and dust.

I suppose this is fitting, to become stars to fall again when the end is nigh.

Our contribution to the beautiful impossible universe that you inhabited.

~Sam

Reconing

Sparks shower from their hands.

The end is at hand.

You have made the mistake of giving in for giving up too often.

Sometimes fire merely stays dormant, waiting for an ill placed spark.

Be aware of the ones you underestimate; they will be your reckoning.

Be aware of them: the broken whom are whole, the mocked whom are loved, the cursed whom are beloved.

For eventually you will burn by their hand

They will to nothing but laugh and dance as you burn

For all the times that you hurt them.

Be aware of the quiet ones for they see more than you think, feel greater than you know, and care for more than you can imagine.

They cannot be captured, they cannot be bound, and they cannot be killed

For they will not bow to your will, and die.

They alone have the honour to kill themselves before they live.

You cannot right the wrongs you have done to them, they will see only lies and tricks.

This is your recompense for the wrongs you have done them.

Fire

The edge of destruction is where you will find us: the broken whom are whole, the mocked whom are loved, the cursed whom are beloved.

We are the end of the world as you know it, we are too fast to be caught, too strong to be bound, too powerful to be killed.

We will not bow to you, for you have as yet to earned the right to stand above us.

We will watch you burn and laugh.

For all that you might hate us,

You still need us to make you feel strong and mighty.

Your strength is derived from making others feel weak even when you are nothing more than shadow and dust.

Be aware of us for the end is nigh and you will pay in blood for the wrongs you have done us.

For we will play with fire

and dance as you burn.

~Sam

Ledge

We hold to the tree of sanity with finger tips callused and scarred.

We cling to our friends when the dark pulls at our cloths.

Yet, here we stand firm at the brink of destruction and watch.

We stand by as the world burns,

For all the time that we were abused.

It made us strong enough to hold back our laughter as the world burns.

Be aware of us for we are stronger than you think.

Loved beyond measure

and protected beyond words.

We stand at the edge of destruction and laugh,

For who can kill us? We alone can die before we live.

We cling to the tree branches

Watching, laugh for what have we to fear of fire?

Just because we are scared does not mean anything

WE fourged OURSELVES from pain and sorrow.

We the broken, the mocked, the cursed:

Are stronger and braver than you will ever know because we have danced with fire and lived.

Chaos series

Hello, everyone. As part of my The Beauty in the Quiet Things series. I will start posting a series of interrelated poems on Saturday the 16th of April and will continue for as long as it takes to get the entire series up, then depending on the response I will post the next instalment.
~Sam
P.S. Feel free to comment and critique spelling.

Beauty in the quiet things

Beauty I believe does not lie solely with the day but also with the twilight. The time changes when the night things stir. Watching as we lie our heads down to rest. They stand by our windows as we tell stories of long ago and faraway places. We watch as the night things sway from left to right. They let us own them, but just for show.

Deduce what this post is about. Post your answers in the comments section.
~Sam
   

Murder in text

A few months ago I decided to write a short fan fiction blog post...thing, anyway here it is:

I meet an interesting women today named Tris Holmes. She is a “consulting detective”. Which means that the police go to her when they are having trouble. Currently we are working on “a case” together, a  murder. Tris worked out that the victim was a bit of criminal himself and that he had gotten into a bit of trouble and that his options were: a) get brutally murdered by his associates, b) go to jail, or c)get his own shooter. As this is a murder cases the victim went with option a. She also worked out that the murder would have a bank account in downtown. This lead to one quick adventure to a bank at 103 Borough Road and a talk with the bank manager.

The murder is one Jim Brook. After I had relayed this information to Tris I went to a fast food joint around the corner bought two burgers. I then head home. When I got there I found a man with a large 1960's era police phone booth claiming to be the Doctor. I promptly told Tris that he had a message for her and that her food was on the counter.

It has been a few days since the Doctor showed up and Tris has spent most of that time in her “mind palace”. It is getting very boring around here with nothing happening, awww well. I guess she will enlighten me later on what she has figured out.  

As this is my first attempt at something like this in text please comment.
~Sam

New puzzle for the hiatuse

The letters for this episode are: M,I,E,R,T,O,N. If there are any thoughts please post your thoughts in the comments section.
~Sam

One case and one hiatuse please, with a side of feels

So it looks like it is almost time to pull out the shock blankets and tissues because tomorrow is Sherlock session three episode three is tomorrow at ten O'clock P.M. on PBS. Then  it is time to go dormant until next session. Which, according to the internet is going to be arriving in LESS THEN A YEAR! *fangirl squeal*
~Sam
P.S. I wonder if there will be anymore hidden letters in the credits of this episode.

More thoughts on the letters

If it is some kind of code which kind is it? There are hundreds of different codes out there from the book code to the code that allows us to use computers the way we do. Or maybe there will be more letters in the credits of next episode. I wonder if the words Rat, Wedding, and Bow have any thing to do with the letters at the end of the episode. No, because Rat was simireveild in this episode with the Rat being the would be bomber, the one who unsuccessful attempted to blow the parliament building sky high.
~Sam

Words for the letters

Some ideas for the words for the letters, which as we know are W, E, N, G, C, H, I, A, N, G.

• win change
• chance win (I know that it is missing the g's)
• wing chance 

Hope there will be more letters in next episodes credits. Because these letters don't make any sense.

-Sam