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Writing Collaboration (pt. 1)Many people assume the beginning of the Earth to be one of two theories: it was created by one God or another, or the reason for our existence is down to sheer science.
Well, it is rather a mix of the two.
Our universe was born from science, it's existence granted indeed by the Big Bang, but, what breathed life into it is a whole new story.
Each planet was hand crafted and placed carefully to orbit our sun, but fearing for their preservation, each was assigned a protector.
Our own protector, the guardian of Sol 3, our own Earth is a young goddess, Lila is her name. She was entrusted to look after us at the delicate age of three. Though, being so young, it was mainly down to her Father as Grandmother to care for our complex little planet.
Just watching the pair fare with the Earth coaxed little Lila to learn to harness her powers, to use them for good and to use them effectively, she practised day and and night, taming her godly powers to work for and with her.
As she grew and watched o
A small gift!So! I was put to work with this marvellous pair: :iconFiestaole: and :iconwolfareawome123: and seeing as art isn't my strong point, meet your own pet scribe! ;D
And...I've tried to sum up...stuff..soooo....;
We're humans, aye, and that's pretty much it ,
to feel emotions and numbly sit.
But remember this, upon feeling blue,
you'll always have us backing you!
No matter if we've never met,
we'll listen to what must be said,
and help, and guide through the darkest of day,
to push you forwards through whatever that may
pull and tug and hold you behind,
but always seek and ye shall find
friends new and old to help you through
and do whatever they can do,
to help you see with perfect clarity,
we are here for you, MissingSanity!
Honestly...if you ever feel blue or need someone to talk to...come and poke one of us!
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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