And in Our Stories
We are the authors.
We are the danwing of a new age.
We change the way people think.
We touch them deep in their heart.
We touch them where they allow no one else,
And where no one else will dare.
We are people's lovers, parents, siblings,
Friends, mentors, and enemies.
We are the unknown.
We are hated.
And we are loved.
And yet, few understand us.
As we go through life,
We are called a great many things:
"Dreamers," "Life-wasters," and even
"Those who don't live in the real world."
But they simply don't understand.
We live in their world,
but we also live in ours.
Because what they do not understand
Is that we are not just writing,
Putting pencil and pen to paper,
Tapping letters on a keyboard.
See, we are *living,*
As few others can.
We are living each and every dream.
We can fly.
We can to talk to animals.
We have seen mythical creatures.
And lastly, but most importantly,
We can preform magic.
When we write, we are everything
We ever wanted to be.
No one can dictate us.
No one can hold us back.
No one can say no.
We simply *are*.
Few understand though,
And we put up with many snide comments,
Their jokes, their sneers, their cruelty.
We put up with insults,
Because, we have something that they don't.
We are whole in a way, that few can understand.
We can reshape, reform, and rebirth ourselves,
At will and with pleasure.
For writing is the magic that only we can shape.
Our pens become our wands and staffs.
We are the modern day magician.
Creating and destroying
With nothing more than a wave of our "wand".
We create worlds from nothing more
Than paper and ink.
We weave our magic into our stories,
And into the souls of those they touch.
We hold in our hands,
The long-forgotten magic.
For we are writers.
And we are dreamers.
And in our stories,
We use our magic to make everyone's
Dreams come true.
Created: March 2005
Last Edited: 5 April 2010
Notes: This was written when I was angry about something. I can't remember what, anymore, but I know it had to do with my writing and the way a loved one was reacting to it.
We are the danwing of a new age.
We change the way people think.
We touch them deep in their heart.
We touch them where they allow no one else,
And where no one else will dare.
We are people's lovers, parents, siblings,
Friends, mentors, and enemies.
We are the unknown.
We are hated.
And we are loved.
And yet, few understand us.
As we go through life,
We are called a great many things:
"Dreamers," "Life-wasters," and even
"Those who don't live in the real world."
But they simply don't understand.
We live in their world,
but we also live in ours.
Because what they do not understand
Is that we are not just writing,
Putting pencil and pen to paper,
Tapping letters on a keyboard.
See, we are *living,*
As few others can.
We are living each and every dream.
We can fly.
We can to talk to animals.
We have seen mythical creatures.
And lastly, but most importantly,
We can preform magic.
When we write, we are everything
We ever wanted to be.
No one can dictate us.
No one can hold us back.
No one can say no.
We simply *are*.
Few understand though,
And we put up with many snide comments,
Their jokes, their sneers, their cruelty.
We put up with insults,
Because, we have something that they don't.
We are whole in a way, that few can understand.
We can reshape, reform, and rebirth ourselves,
At will and with pleasure.
For writing is the magic that only we can shape.
Our pens become our wands and staffs.
We are the modern day magician.
Creating and destroying
With nothing more than a wave of our "wand".
We create worlds from nothing more
Than paper and ink.
We weave our magic into our stories,
And into the souls of those they touch.
We hold in our hands,
The long-forgotten magic.
For we are writers.
And we are dreamers.
And in our stories,
We use our magic to make everyone's
Dreams come true.
Created: March 2005
Last Edited: 5 April 2010
Notes: This was written when I was angry about something. I can't remember what, anymore, but I know it had to do with my writing and the way a loved one was reacting to it.