This is just a collection of some of the poems I’ve written over the years, about the many emotions, dreams, desires, and destinies inherent to existing in this world. I write about the many ways the world around us affects us and how we in turn affect it.
Depur wants to take the very bedrock of a young child. But Ekkreth will not let him.
---This story takes places in the Tatooine Soave Culture and religion that Fialleril created. Fialleril's can be found on Archive Of Our Own and Tumblr.
The Empire controls the whole world. It has controlled the whole world for centuries. To some, it has given unimaginable wealth and subtle yet almost complete power. To most it has given work, suffering, grief and pain.
There were hundreds of millions of slaves. And for so longs we had no hope. But then ... then there was hope. And it came to life like how a dry, dead forest sparks into a raging fire.
I have never known slavery. My mother ensured that. The war for freedom has lasted almost my entire life. And I am honoured to be able to fight with my comrades and people.
But in the midst of war, hope is hard to cling to.
Especially when you're just one teenager in standing in front of something as all-consuming as oppression itself.
———This work is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.
The sunlight burns hot around you and you almost don't see it, the heat of July dripping down in a sour-sickly, watery-sticky concoction.