Nathaniel C. Atkinson

“Tested, tried, and tormented, but yet still mighty, noble, and true” - my aspirations

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Nathaniel C. Atkinson

“Tested, tried, and tormented, but yet still mighty, noble, and true” - my aspirations

Writings

Followers

Following

Ramblings

Nathaniel C. Atkinson

1 min read

Music, as I see it, is a phenomena culminating in popularity during periods of time when found accessible to the least privileged societal caste in any group or culture, dependent on the general normalities established by each passing attraction of new or old tradition. I have never found myself bound to such grievances as being some fixture to be found identical to another. I care little for the ...

My Heart

Nathaniel C. Atkinson

1 min read

Of all the things that nature makes wild,

It leads by first foremost desire,

That endures strong or weak all the while,

Its existence betrayed when in pain to us sets fire,

The heart,

That melodramatic part,

That when plucked tares asunder all apart,

The heart,

That when cold won’t start,

That piece when whole stops for the stars.

My mind trapped by those things that I kn...

Poetry

The Silence Of The Grave

Nathaniel C. Atkinson

2 min read

Silent under the feeble shelter of that black, webbed dome that was being held in your hands, the vibrations from the hammering rain could be felt through its handle. Gripping it tight in vain effort to fend off the bitter cold that was quickly seeping through now heavy clothing, the wail of the wind being broken now and then as it passed in an uniform yet persistent rushing, by the muted tone of ...

Trust, An Haiku

Nathaniel C. Atkinson

1 min read

Choice words, trust taken-

A hopeful heart now broken?,

Or a cure pure bliss?...

Poetry

Recompense Through Fire

Nathaniel C. Atkinson

4 min read

Too often confused, the desire for placement and the love for others, many lack the rational thought to distinguish the two oppositions in favor of justification. I was once the later, being that I too believed that most formidable of lies, that I was doing good on the precepts that I, like the work I was doing, was good. Years spent I amidst such conceptions, loosing a battle of wits that I was t...

Fantasy

Crimson At Heart

Nathaniel C. Atkinson

1 min read

There’s this ghost in the attic, and he’s surprisingly a rather pleasant fellow. He’s helped me find lost things and has talked me through a few rough times as well. Yet there has always been something off putting about it all. Every time he helped me, my hair would turn just a shade redder. Now though my hair is crimson and my eyes burn with fire, and my heart a holds a terrible yearning. I am no...

Crime

Amidst My Pain

Nathaniel C. Atkinson

1 min read

I can’t see it working out,

This shared love of ours,

You told me to make a choice,

But I’ve hit some bars…

I don’t want to see you go,

To lose what we know,

But I don’t want to lose her,

Not this time around.

So help me choose what to do,

‘Cause I lost this time,

I tried to figure it out,

But I’m seeing blind.

Why can’t I just meet someone,

A mixture of two,

I don’t want to see you go,

But I m...

Romance

Poetry

None Other like This

Nathaniel C. Atkinson

1 min read

The feeling was breathtaking; gazing out beyond the sea. The distant waves like silent thunder rolled seamlessly into the ever darkening clouds, whose texture was that of loose swan feathers, their color drained like cold stone. Oh, and the air! The wind that rushed through in over the shoreline only brought in the sounds of lonely gulls and the endlessly crashing waves over the not so distant bar...

Lost Inside

Nathaniel C. Atkinson

2 min read

There are a lot of things in life that trouble me, things I have no control over, and some of the things that I do. It was one of those, I suppose, that I’m writing about, the things that I’ve put my characters through…

“Creator?” Asked the boy, “Why did you trap me in a well?”

“To help you learn, to give you a story that could give you cause to grow.” I replied, or, rather I think I did… I’m no...

Careless Are The Stars

Nathaniel C. Atkinson

1 min read

O, the night!

It’s restless slumber!

As here alone,

Watch I dying embers!

Quick! Forget!

Your raging forges,

They call, taunting,

Enticing bright sources!

I, now lost,

Have seen new a star,

My mind, tethered,

By this red moon of ours!

Save! Run free!

Away from her view!

Embers now cold,

Their light, a faded dream!

How careless!

Am I, for looking!

With out no thought,

For not looking away!

O, ...

Poetry