We live in our own Dystopia

We live in a world designed especially to control us, a perfected mechanism that pushes us from the moment we are born to become the perfect drones, like-minded sheep that do no look past their designated role in life. We talk about dystopian worlds, read about them and dissect their plots, without realising we … Continue reading We live in our own Dystopia →

Wounds bleed in our souls, cracks scar over our hearts, We're shrouded by darkness, bleeding, breaking apart. It all seems so pointless, each breath simply a chore, So broken and numb, why should we care anymore. Falling's not flying, we're bound for the ground, Cries fading to silence, hands shackled and bound. There's nothing to lose, … Continue reading Stubborn refusal (Poetry) →

Melancholy

Ephemeral. A moment, caught in time, snapping you to attention, riveting and beckoning before it vanished into nothingness, before the churn of time catches it in its unrelenting passage. And you stop, lost, confused, the ideas whirling in your mind with no pattern and no solution whatsoever, locking you in the moment that has … Continue reading Melancholy →

Fallen from Grace (Poetry)

War wages around us, flames lick at the skies, In thunder and lightning all shatters and dies. With swords in our hands we clash and we roar; But wings turn to cinder. We burn and we fall. Spiraling down in ashes and flames, We tumble to Earth stripped of our Grace. Bereft of our … Continue reading Fallen from Grace (Poetry) →

Memento Mori – Remember you are but mortal

We see more and more news on TV, statistics, numbers rising, harried news anchors and pedantic researchers rattling information and presumptions with the cold detachment of one not involved in such an ordeal. Placid eyes and accusatory thoughts left unuttered, but hanging in the air unspoken even as the end of the story unfolds … Continue reading Memento Mori – Remember you are but mortal →

I wrote my own deliverance

There's a long winding road ahead, a journey too dark for any to travel in my stead. There's a pathway fraught with peril and distress, and I wonder, deep, in the dark, a confession of the heart, whether life is meant to be lived as such, or whether it is us, seldom few, doomed to … Continue reading I wrote my own deliverance →

Gatekeeping is anti-Tolkien (Guest Post)

Written by Ellanor Alternative Title: How calling someone a #fakefan for liking something you don’t, doesn’t make you any more of a “true fan”. "The Tolkien fanbase can be counted as one of the luckiest and most content-bountiful fandoms ever having been in a fan-oriented space. We, the fans, pretty much get something Tolkien-related almost … Continue reading Gatekeeping is anti-Tolkien (Guest Post) →

What makes trauma valid?

We live in a world of competition; it is a world where every little grievance no matter how important or unimportant must be challenged, torn apart, broken in pieces and rendered invalid by someone else. "I have nightmares every night, I can barely rest." "Well though luck buddy, I have insomnia I never sleep." "My … Continue reading What makes trauma valid? →

Halsey – Angel On Fire

"And I'm faded away, you know, I used to be on fire And I'm faded away, you know, I used to be on fire I'm standing in the ashes of who I used to be And I'm faded away, you know, I used to be on fire You know, I used to be on fire … Continue reading Halsey – Angel On Fire →

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