Doctor Who: The Ballad of Time and Space, Excerpts by BasiliskRules, literature
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Doctor Who: The Ballad of Time and Space, Excerpts
VIII.
…
And War now falls upon the world
And with it brings a Hell;
For those who live and love a doom,
In darkness they’ll now dwell.
Their screams will arise among the gloom
And Death shall ring the bell.
He will not fight; he runs and gives
His help, a healing breath.
They look in wonder as he grieves,
And leaves without a trace:
How one who suffered so much death
Still had so kind a face.
…
The War goes on, and now they fear
The lonely man who flies.
His race’s crimes now mar the box
That drops out of the skies.
He can’t go on, and he gives in,
And in despair he dies.
X.
...
Whatever gods reign up abo
Doctor Who: The Ballad of Time and Space, Canto I by BasiliskRules, literature
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Doctor Who: The Ballad of Time and Space, Canto I
He stole the box and now he runs
Away from friends and kin
To see the world, to see the stars
That was so small a sin
With sentence bleak his future mars
And does so with a grin.
The fourth dimension his to roam,
The universe’s call,
Beneath wide heaven's coloured dome
It sounds: “Come see them all,
The clouds, the moons that shine like chrome,
The worlds that rise or fall!”
And all he needs, a hand to hold
Her laughter in his ears
This young, young man who looks so old
And has no time for tears
The frightened one who acts so cold
And laughs when danger nears.
And then he learns to love as well
And grumbles all the way
Wi
Doctor Who: A Song Is Ending by BasiliskRules, literature
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Doctor Who: A Song Is Ending
The Blue is kind; she knows –I’ve never told her,
But still she feels, her child, I cannot hold her.
The tides of Time are tearing us apart;
For Fate has –always had- the cruelest heart.
We're haunted, we are hunted, and we run,
Till all our times are written, one by one.
The pages fill and memory’s awoken,
How we both fell in loneliness unbroken,
In shadows how we ran, stranger and lover
Secrets and dangers striving to discover,
And how I wouldn’t, couldn’t trust you for a while,
(how so much pain did mar her precious smile),
And how you whispered sadly, a great love’s token
The name, the knowledge
Doctor Who: It's Time by BasiliskRules, literature
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Doctor Who: It's Time
We‘ve won again.
We always do.
(Well, no, not quite.)
And with a little help this time
-renewed promise of home, the long way round-
But that is good, it’s new, exciting!
Still.
The unexpected victories bring twice the joy.
He stands in pain.
He stands in peace.
He scatters pieces of himself around, across the floor.
I wrote a sequel since you too do not like endings.
(Because everything ends.
But not today.)
For all of you, I break the rules,
I’ll try again.
Cause that’s a better story.
(It was the best, you know. And ever shall be.)
Always, always, I tell you.
One more vow.
And you, forget me not.
(The times we&
Doctor Who: Companionship by BasiliskRules, literature
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Doctor Who: Companionship
You, always you,
you perfect, glorious ones,
who make the starless skies shine joyous morning.
Oh you, who laugh and gaze and cry with wonder,
upon the miracles the ageless eye can’t see.
You friends, whose casual talk holds back the nightmares,
whose laugh becomes a breath of tender spring,
whose tears awaken buried, ancient sorrow,
whose death invites the horrid raging storm.
Yours is the hand that keeps the precious balance,
that steadies him who’s standing on the edge
the universe, a load on aching shoulders;
and if you leave, well then, he falls, uncaring
his wings of fire too old and far too broken.
And then another comes,
springtime is here
in this tower we live in
and its lonelier here than it seems
because everyone's smaller in ivory halls
and food doesn't last any longer
i write smaller
talk smaller
breathe smaller in here
and the food doesn't last any longer
and these people i've known
for all of my life
haven't left
they're still trying to kill me
I learned my metaphors and rhyme schemes
In a sea of broken glass
I drew strength from all the ghosts that grew
In other peoples pasts
I left my church, I left my people
With their pedestals and pain
And I can rhyme my way through trauma
Born by women without names
And when I left and there was nothing
But wisps of clouds and space
I prayed to lovers I'd imagined
And used knife blades as a brace
But now I'm sitting in this city
With its cigarettes and smoke
And I wash these wounds in rainbows
And the love you said you'd broke
I am light, I am refraction
You can't cleave the sky in two
So keep your glory and salvation
And the name I never
A Letter For A Deceased Mother by Frostian-Guardian, literature
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A Letter For A Deceased Mother
Dear Mother,
A glance at my calendar, much to my distress,
right now these feelings, I must confess.
It's Mother's Day once again
and my heart is filled with sorrow, that may never mend.
I'm trying to make it through today without tears
this year, just like all the rest of the years.
I sit here to dwell and morn
with what once was had, has now been forever torn.
This day never ceases to remind me how I'm without
and fills me with an overflowing doubt.
Makes me regret how little the days with you were spent
and I ponder where all those precious memories could have went.
If only I knew back then what I know now
and my life, the knowledge,
On loving glass women
Glass men
And glass gods
On welding your hands
To curved iron rods
On fruit made of sunlight
That burns when you eat
On wars that you fight
With shattered retreats
On grey trees
And grey neighbors
Grey houses
Grey time
On boundaries of smoke
And holograph lines
On the girl made of starstuff
And the boy forged in coal
On babies held hostage
On shards in your soul
On trauma that's bitter
And trauma that's sweet
On candy nails
And broken feet