A Human Love Story

Amongst the golden Marigold plants,
the leaves are green and thin.

The bees buzz about making
nectar of life.

If upon the rocky earth
crashes a sea of salt;
would you call that love?

Gentle emotion,
softened vision,
heartfelt utterances.

Upon the sandy desert,
a lonely image
of a lonely man
walking,
thirsting,
is met
by an angel.

She granted him one wish.
He wished for
the perfect love.

It was granted.

A man stood before him.
He was beautiful and rugged.
he looked at him with kind
and beautiful eyes.


Flowers did not bloom in the desert,
nor did it rain.
But his heart was filled with fluttering butterflies.


Upon a distant land stood a girl at her balcony.
she whistled to a darling thrush,
and he whistled back.
For a long time she sang and
so did he,
so it turned out that he was
an angelic mystery,
whistling out to her like that..

He gave her one wish.
She said,
"I want the perfect lover,"
and so she did get him.

The man from the desert
was transported
to the distant land
and in his arms
lay the most simple of
girls.
She had simple eyes with
warm expectation.
And they shone in the light.

His heart full of butterflies,
was shot in the light.
He called in to the angel and
claimed a crime committed against him.

"I want the perfect love," spoke he.
"Ah," sighed the angle. "do not condemn me this way.
I did what was best in my power.
You wished for the perfect love
and in your arms it is;

But you spoke not of the perfect lover
that fits you, so you cry that
my way of granting is
incorrect."

The man, to the sand, sank
and cried tears.
Of joy for the wish
and sorrow for the same.



Of all the virtues that humans are blessed with
the greatest of them is
to grow with time;
the lone vice being
to forgive and forget
is quite beyond him.

The maiden,
was swept away by the man;
her joy was like a sea she'd seen,
constantly growing and rippling.
She was glowing and glittering
as she gave him company,
walking along the trails
of the moving dunes.

The sun was about to set,
and man and woman sat down to a meal.
Man shared his bread
and woman shared her water.
To the setting sun they bid good day.
In each others company,
man noticed how lonely he had been.
And woman noticed how empty her life had been.

Words and phrases between them
were lighting up the night sky.
Often time they both felt like sleeping,
but kept awake
for they wanted to keep
each other
Company.

Of companionship born out of love,
humans find joy;
and of love born out of companionship:
is pure sublime bliss.

Man began now to understand the judgment
and the granting the angel exercised;
and came a full circle.

To a love that was born under the stars
and in the sands of time;
he prayed to God
a prayer of thanks.

Granting his wish in a way he
grew to understand
and giving him a chance at
renewed life
in a way he came to love.

In his arms lay his love-child.
She was beautiful,
like a jewel that sparkled
and glowed with energy and
joy.



In each man is woman
and each woman a man.
Coming to love that person,
is the best, sweetest love story
of all.
To the man or woman on the outside
becomes one with the inside,
does then one understand;
to love we all pray it be granted to us,
and hold in our hearts a memory;

Won't we really cherish it if we really found a love like that?

A night of tears
and a dawn of peace.
Someone gave me the grip
on the reigns
of my life back.


Feels like I could dive back
into the everyday grind
and survive a little longer.

New Lease of Life

For a burden I'd carried for so long,
it's a relief.

I feel I've broken free of
iron chains
that clipped and bound my wings.


I'm so free and light!
I am fresh at dawn.
Awake before dawn and
ready to take on the world
by its horns.

Breathing wave after wave of
lungs full of pure air,
I'm feeling as bright as the sun-
Even brighter!


To speak the truth,
I had no idea it was so
liberating.
I am proud of who I am an what I did.

No need to hide,
only need to shine.
To be the person I am,
to live a truth
quite divine.

Starry eyed,
sparkling.
Feeling grand like the Ganges!

LET ME STAY WITH YOU
AND WHISPER TO YOU SOFTLY
SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE
AND THE MAGIC FROM
ANOTHER WORLD...

LET'S MAKE US BELONG
TO A PLACE
SO FAR
THAT WE CAN NEVER RETURN

MAKE A HEAVEN FAR AWAY
FROM HOME
WHERE EVERYTHING IS TRUTH.

DARKER MOMENTS ON A RAINY DAY
WILL MAKE WAY FOR SOMBER NIGHT
OF SWEET HEAT
AND THE SILENT PAPER FLOWERS
IN FIELDS OF THOUSANDS
WILL BEGIN TO SPEAK.

FOR ALL THE WALLS WE BUILD,
CREEPERS FIND THE CRACKS
AND DIG IN DEEP
WIDEN THE CRACKS
AND
MAKE US CRUMBLE...

TUMBLING DOWN THE HILL-SIDE
SHORT GASPS
AS THE ROCKS HIT DEEP BROWN
EARTH,
THEY ROLL AROUND THE MOUNTAIN
CHECKING ITS GIRTH.

IN MOMENTS OF SUNSHINE,
THE SEA MAKES SALT,
IN THE GLIMMER OF TWILIGHT,
IT ECHOES HOWLS FROM ABOVE.
LIKE LITTLE BIRDS BY THE MILLIONS CAUGHT
IN A FISHERMAN'S NET
HOME TO BE BROUGHT.

HEAR THE RINGING IN MY EARS
AS YOU CLAMP THEM WITH YOUR HANDS.
FOR MISTAKING MY TEARS TO BE TEARS
OF PAIN,
AND MY VOICE TO BE CALLING FOR HELP.

SEEKING IN ME THINGS THAT DON'T BELONG,
IS IT NOT A CRIME?
TO MAKE THE CLOSEST OF FEELINGS THE
FURTHEST OF REALITIES,
A SIN GREATER THAN MURDER-
TO DENY TRUTH, MAKES THE THE LIE
FALL ON IT'S FACE.
AND GROW CLAWS
TO REAP YOU OF YOUR SENSES.

UPON THE DISTANT HILL-SIDE
WHEN I'D CALLED YOUR NAME,
THE WIND WAS SLOW,
MY VOICE IT DID NOT CARRY.
THE CLOTH OF MY SKIRT IT SHOOK,
GENTLY,
YET LEFT MY THOUGHTS INSIDE ME.


AS THE STORM OF FEARS COMES,
I WILL STAND UPON THE SAME HILL,
THE WIND WILL CARRY MY VOICE
AND DISPERSE.
AND PERHAPS, TWIST.

THE GREATEST OF THOUGHTS CAN BE MISUNDERSTOOD.

UPON PLUTO'S CROWN, WAS A JEWEL SO BRIGHT,
COULD LIGHT A PERFECT SEA WITH SHIMMER
OF GOLD.
LYING DEEP IN THE GOLDEN BODY,
PLUTO'S HEART LAY INSIDE ROCK
FROZEN.


LACHRYMOSE,
HER LIPS DYED WITH BLOOD OF THE DEAD,
HAS SHE FEELING? HAS SHE ANY GOOD DONE?

WHAT SEEMS RIGHT MAY NOT ALWAYS BE GOOD,
FOR WHO WILL DO THE WORKS THAT NEED DID
YET FEW VENTURE?

I LAY BENEATH A SECRET SUN,
IN MY HEART THE SAPLING
MAY BLOOM.

AND THE DAY IT DOES,
A SEA OF THOUSANDS
OF FLIMSY PAPER FLOWERS
WILL WEEP.

SAY SO MUCH- before the block burst.

I want to say so much.

Yet every time I see you,
I can never get the words to
blossom on my lips.


I take a deep breath as I take the stairs.
Climbing has been difficult,
but I realize each time,
descending the stairs is so much more
harder to control?

The air rushes past me in a
strong breeze.

Streching my muscles I can go further away from
so many things, but it brings me to places
that are closer to my heart.
Perhaps I may be going to places
that I would want to write songs about,
but I can't tell the difference between
dark and light.
I can feel the wind, but I am blind.


I can feel the pain.
Of a long sob rising up in my lungs like a jelly-fish
globular at the top and
tails below...
stings that leave burning sensations along my windpipe.

Did I find a rake to rake the dark thoughts out? no.
I froze it with icecream.

When a strong shot of inspiration
strikes your heart,
You can't even breathe.
The wind is knocked out,
your brain freezes and
your body spasms:
And you feel a rush of elation,
takes you to a peak like no other.


And yes, I'm depraved of all that.

An attempt at "Creativity"

"You have a talent," they said.
I stared at their faces
with glassy hard eyes.
No, I don't, I shouted
in my head.
"You really do," they said.
I still yelled back a stern
negation.

I started off with a pen and the back pages
of a classwork notebook
and a bagful of emotions.

I had put down
quite hesitantly
those two letters that made the word
'me'
I still remember them.

My handwriting had been very messy,
but those words were sharp,
precise and collected.
Everything that I wasn't.

And since then
Innumerable small notebooks,
hundreds of crumpled, single-lined paper chits
that found their way to the bottom of my book bag.

And those sentences that I'd read and I felt
were ones to treasure...
I'd kept them all written down.

Now I have no idea where they really are;
I just know that when you give me a pen
I can make the paper bleed.
I can make it dance and
make it weep.

I may never be able to do what
I've written about-
swim in deep water,
fly above the clouds
or get to the center of the earth;
but doesn't it all stand
metaphorically in our lives as we
turn page after page;
adventure, sunshine, rain, bows,
everything would just come tumbling our way
in a continuously random order.

I press a key and It's supposed to get me started.
I can't tho.
Somehow it's alien.
I can't make an LCD screen bleed.
It just wouldn't be sightly.

To be caught dead with fluorescent clothing at midnight in Alaska:
That's just like saying I'm creative.

To saturate your thoughts to
a condensable(of condensation) quantity,
I linger yet again at
the brink.
Of Existence, of course.

To forgive a past sin:
I have to gather up resolves much
ahead of me.
And then to pull up some more
to fill the emptiness.

To choose darkness over light:
so it doesn't really hurt your
eye,
to choose silence
over the pressing power
of unspoken-guilt,
of un-shed leaves
apon the sea of self-created
paths.

Does depression come in a foil of gold?
It glints and glimmers on every
waking second
and covers your memories with
a thin film of dust.

Dregs of brewed tea
never rise up
with the steam-
I can see my spirit lift.

A structured pattern of clothing
against soft skin
puts it in a temporarily
fixed structure of thought.
Buy one structured life
from a seller with white hands:

It should colour you a bold shade.

To know a darker shade of things:
to know as a fact that shadows
of greater things gush onto the objects
in it's 'cover'.

Words, saline in the starlight.
Lighten in the day-light.
why do things go bad, a day later?
and fester into live things
a week later?

It's a confusion of the laws
of co-existence.
Does living in one way get
you what you need to reach the end?

To wait upon a moment
when you'll be filled with
blasts of words
that will bring you to
a painful, heartfelt,
freeing release.

To long for the pristine glory
of being an individual without
a single doubt-
I've been that way ever since.
Since...I'd rather not recall.

An incomplete diet,
an unfinished story,
a weak heart-beat.

My New Infatuation- Cartoon Dolls!

Haha. I know it's been a long time since I posted. But its been owing to a lot of reasons..some of them.. just irritating.
The thing that I'm gonna talk about is DOLLS!
I was always in love with dressing up and being a D.i.V.A, but this makes all fantasy come true! As a child I had 3 dolls thro' different periods but I had imagined them in all sorts of clothes, in uniforms and what not. Even with tails. As I grew older this passion for fashion has transformed into styling and sketching clothes- which I do enjoy.

I discovered this really cool pixel doll thingie a while ago,just never collected them. Until recently I'd not realized I could use them to put up good characters and get a better grip on characterization :D This makes me very happy.

So did I make any creations? OF COURSE!
So here they are. These are just ones I put together using different sites that are sited along with the correct name. They aren't my original work ((:sob: It's soo good coz!))
A doll for every season- so from now on I decided I'd have a doll for each post.. Which would be SUPER AWESOME!

thoughts in lonliness

No where to belong
trapped in an endless
chasm
of time
and in perpetual
thoughts
of truth
and existence
in the sole
clamor of the heart
I
reel.
Reeling into the
scar-less sky,
wind can peel back
my eyelids,
deftly.
I watch
what's stark
reality
with painful closeness.
Super intense
death
rush
fall.

I can't break the fall
I can't
breath
but the water's rising
falling right at my back
and falling beyond me.

Soaking without warmth.
The chill cuts
like silver Katanas
in the golden sky,
tinted with the pure metal.

Singed skin,
purple wound,
blue blood.

Cold as the sky
water so close,
but never enough.

In a moment
I'm fooled.
In a moment,
I am sated.

A long second
black satin on sharp nails
steel against threads
Ripping apart
what were the
threads of the world.

I unravel.
Like a crochet doll,
each stitch, crossed over
comes undone,
Colour Burst.
RED
BLUE
GREEN
YELLOW
PURPLE
WHITE
SILVER
GOLD
MAROON
OPAL
AMBER
BLACK.

Depth.
I cry.
I need more depth.
I'm going to fall soon
and crash into tiny baubles.
Little droplets
of crystal
in the shades of rain.

wash away the earth.
I crash away as I mourn
splinter
and spark,
Lit over the ground,

Burn in the anxiety
rise to the sea in a
fevered blur
to die out
is to
smolder.

Rain and fire.
Beings bred in
the world of the unseeing eye.

People of the undergrowth,
those of the tears,
bear in your heart
the truth cruel.
To sooth thy soul
is a crime.

Status update by my heart

My heart is beating so fast!
Its like I ran a mile,

Leaping over the boulders
and fences
trying to block my way.

Feels like I've been
drinking way too much
fizz,
My heart is on a high,
an energy blast!

It feels like I have been
working out for 110 minutes
and like my heart will bust if I continue!

I can feel a catch of pressure releasing.
I can feel the bubbling thoughts going over flow,
and that my breath is coming in
short
going out in
spurts.

I had its price,
my thoughts had
taken a toll
and now they
have healed too
like a little journey
has ended.

Feels like I ran a mile,
I know I had been running for so long
so fast and so far,
but now I have to still so
suddenly
that I know I'm skidding.

Yet this awareness alone is
making me steady.

Lasting moments of peace

Can I see the sky
like you see ice in
summer?

I can stare at the things
around me
and feel quite happy
that I am in a place
I chose to be.
But that does not dispel the feelings
locked inside me.

I breathe and let it go.
The breath is but a silent reminder
I am alive
and here to stay.

Can I remember the songs
that I wrote in your name?
but then I forgot
'cause I have lost
my voice.

So I eat from a bowl
of summer fruit
to freshen.
and move to beats that I can alone hear.

I do wait upon the shore.
For what,
I am completely unaware.

EVANESCENCE NEW SONG!

I love the new track. It hits strait home. I CANNOT wait for them to release the new album already!
This single is so close to me.. Feels like I've written it. Amy is simply amazing.
there's just somethings I never thought would speak my heart... but she has. She had said the words I would if I could sing them in such a beautiful one!

And it's inspiring for the fic as well!
Since I'm writing Shadows.. one of the chapters is Definitely going to be based on this song! Its going to be wonderful!
Have to add.. This song is just.. Me.

I guess

I leaned into your embrace.
Can it feel this good?

I guess I could want to.

Your eyes spoke like
sin-kissed stars.
They sparkle like jewels
in the silent sky.

The trees ripple with the
caress of the wind.
"Will it rain now?" they ask in sighs
that splash across the wind
in wave after wave of dust that
courses thro my dark hair.

I can count the swarming bees.
"Bees? its the middle of the night"
But its spring, right?

The rain tumbles down
as it flows down my skin,
my lips are sealed.
I spoke too soon.


I can shiver. I am not alone
but I am lonely.
I feel a fuzzy warmth inside my chest.
Its not what you said.
I believe it was myself
that held me close
as the dark engulfed my being.
My sight became blank.
No it was brimming black.
I stayed silent as sobs bubbled under
my throat.

My body began shutting down.
Hypothermia.
You won't die, I hear myself say.
You cant.
I won't let you.
As If I am an outsider to my self.
I love the face that I can be two beings at the same time.

and barely be aware of it.

something burns my skin.
the dark reduces.
the light begins creeping towards me.
Her long nailed fingers crawl over,
spider like,
sting me whole.
Acid.
It burns light.
Bright light.

Did I open my eyes?
I wonder.
the placid background of the sky.
The red ground.
alive.
ow confusing that two beings form
one universe.
Do I do the same?
Hide one?
but the universe does not hide.

Where can I?
How can I?
Why should I?

silent words thro sealed lips.

Did I open my eyes?
I never closed them.


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things you never said

I can roll back into my bed now.
Your eyes float about in the universe..
Like planets and sight for the rest of the beings

I want the sky to fall into the earth
won't it be like glass?
perhaps it won't crack
It is the sky.
And the tears it cries brings
joy to all.
The sparkle is like diamonds.
While you sleep it cries.
Into the beautiful soft breeze.

I like it when I am awake
and the lights from the passing
cars flash across the ceiling
They don't know someone watches these
shadows move as they sleep
Tracing patterns and binding meaning
together the music
of her radio.

The painted night
is like teeth sparkling
in the dark as a dentist
tinkles around with a hook
Or is it sparkles from the millions
of sunglasses stacked as I walk
across the footpath towards and away.
I can see my pant reflected in the unseeing eyes.
so deD ARENT THEY!!!

I lean back into the sheets and close
my eyes.
I tire of these visions.

I want to hide you away
from the whole world.
Nothing can want me to give
my piece of heaven away.

I know the softness
I know now what it feels like
my moment of peace.
I long for it now
and You say you have
to give it a thought.
I know I should
but I can't.

How do you stop from a thought
a memory
I could live in it.
and you don't want to ruin it.
You want to see the sun rise.
I see it as well
but the glaze is different and
I know that I have an ache
in my being.
I long for the sweetness
and the warmth of
the morning and
the evening when you held me there.
The sun was dancing over the water..


It's not sometimes,
it's not often,
it's not that I can stop it
but that it's forever going on,
it's going on in circles of thought.
Anything will lead me there.
Anything.

I want to buy lip-gloss,
and some make-up.
that might fix my face,
but you fixed my heart.

How often do we sigh
waiting upon the winds of time
to come and change that hand of fate.
But know I've always been
until now the one
who rushes, who cannot wait
and even now is writing words
of Impatience
I was born that way, I'd like to know that
Why wait for the time to come?

But now I know as the bells of "DESTINY" toll
I know my heart is singing along.

The dirt from my eyes was washed away,
the clenching of my heart is yet again
released.
I thought yes. This is the calm I seek.
I was happy in my temporary stability,
Satiety. Saturation that it turns into
in a matter of days.

As if my prayers have come true.
Late, None the less, they are true.
I thought I tire of waiting for the man
that will create that world of ice and spice
and call the halt to all the storms
ragging in my head.
I have to hold back a chuckle. It has does
everything but that.


And to seek the peace of the silent knight.
For he waits as the sincere guardian as I
rest.
I have stopped my voyages to the other side-
they delude me with faltering hope
and dreams that have very little to hold in
real life.
I wil come again, travel and experience again,
when I am strong enough to break the chains on the doors
that lock away a piece of my very own Paradise.

How is it that I long for it and fear the light now
that is shines brightly on me?
its like the aliens we are afraid of.
The ones that we know are stronger, better,
faster, yet they are just a silent figment of our
fertile imagination.

If I could choose an end for the universe,
a place where the world ends, the emptiness
beyond is perhaps what I seek.
For I know nothing of it. Yet again I seek it.
Shall I find anything?
Shall I find anything I shall be afraid.
That we are all aware of.
Or is it that our whole universe is like a
tiny world in a glass globe that
sits in a monstrous laboratory?


Ah, I have deviated yet again.
This is the stream of my consciousness
that branches off and stretches across my sky
like Milky Way.
Pure and glittering.
I've waited for that perfect night when I'll see it all.
Yet the same sky that Galileo saw that I see,
and we are, still, alas, Worlds apart.

HELOO

Hi hullo.
I know you forgot my name.
But I can never forget you.
I may be wallowing in self-pity,
But any way who gives a .
I hardly want you
but I still want
my happiness back.
I am selfish,
I also know that's why you probably hate me,
but that doesn't matter.
You can run away far.
I still got one more moment
staying here.
Thank you very much.