WingBoy02

The Dark Design Story 1: Ebony Wings Written on 3/04 It amazes me how this all got started. Or at least, where all the interesting parts of my life got started. With a horse. No, I'm not kidding. At least I'm not entirely kidding. I suppose I should explain alittle bit about myself before I really get started. My name is Tyrien, or just Tyr for short, and I lived in the forest. It wasn't just any forest, mind. It was the most beautiful forest in all the land...at least I thought so. I'm rather young for one of my kind. In human standards I'd be around a very young-looking fourteen or fifteen. Oh did I mention I'm not human? But I suppose

I flew to the ends of the world just to find you the stars, they pointed the way up through the Gates of Time and beyond a million firey points of light Its not over yet, my love I know you're out there somewhere somewhere at the ends of the world In a place where all time has ceased and the great River of Tears has run dry where there is nothing left but eternity I have only but to fly I stand here at the brink of exhistence I have but to spread my wings let them drink up the eternity they speed me on in my eternal flight You left me a white feather and a heart in a locked box only for me to keep and only for me to treasur

The Eternal Sky Joey Maxwell 6/7/02 The stars span out before me. They never seem to have an end, those stars. They just keep on going, clustering in great luminescent swirls and clouds like many-colored jewels thrown against black velvet. My favorite pastime is gazing at those stars, you see, but more specifically the moon. That great silvery celestial ball. It glows cold and pale, and reminds me of a graveyard, a graveyard of space. Indeed it is a graveyard...at least to me. A graveyard of thoughts, feelings, emotions. For every day that I have survived this war another small part of me dies, and when it does I bury it up there, in the m

Street Angel By: Joey Maxwell Who am I? Well, I'm nobody important. I am of no worth. I'm just some dirty kid in the street. You know, the one you veer away in disgust because of the smell. I'm not that bad, is it my fault that you Federation-types don't give us kids enough water to bathe, let alone food to eat? Amazingly enough, though, I have a name, and that name is Solo. No, it was not the name my parents gave me. In fact, I don't even remember who they are anymore. Like some far off shadows in a world long lost to me. The street is my only world now. It has been a part of me for as long as I can remember. Including the hunger, the cold

Never Alone By: Joey Maxwell Solo was a great friend of mine. In fact he was probably the first real friend I ever had. No, big brother. When I came to V08744, I was afraid. Funny, me afraid. I was also alone. Very alone. My parents died. It happened so quickly. In that instant, my life seemed to end. There was nothing left for me, so, like every other war orphan at the time, I disappeared. I disappeared from the notice of society, and even disappeared from myself. Even the name my parents gave me disappeared, along with them. Then Solo came. To me, at that time, he was so brave, strong and confident. There where other orphans like him, li

Escape 12/12/03 By: Joey Maxwell Sometimes all that you seem to see is the face of all that used to be and when all is said and when all is done when in fact had it all begun? When the days of yesteryear would mirror all you used to fear you run so hard to leave it all behind but like a curse it follows you throughout time

Ghost Carnival September, '03 By: Joey Maxwell Where do you go when the carnival shuts down when the rides are all packed up and the caravan leaves town Where do you belong when you walk a long thin line between eternity and what you left behind what do you know if you never had a second chance when fate never gave you one single glance when you wander alone amongst broken toys and paper lanterns shreds of childhood the wind has blown what do you do when life just swirls all about you when all you want them to do is reach out and touch you but the rides, they just continue to fly and the paper boats just cruise on by and

Gryphons by: Joey Maxwell 11/03 The Gryphons, on guilded wings course through the violent skies And the earth below they view with wild emerald eyes