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[21 Nov 2004|05:49pm] |
It was evening all afternoon. My white eyes were black, and all was tinted with sorrow; for Hayden struck me, and my face now burns with the betrayal of it. Tereth is no longer the happy mystery after a drone, uncherished childhood, but an unsure limbo--a mistake a naive boy made out of desperation. I don't belong here. It was all new and taboo and perfect until Hayden showed me I did not belong, that I could never belong. A human has no place in an elfin home, and a boy has no place loving an elfin aristocrat.
It was evening all afternoon, and the following dawn would produce no sunrise.
-Chant Gellis, the day the dream broke.
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| Forbidden |
[05 Jun 2004|01:54am] |
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Runaway Train - Soul Asylum |
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My body is my own cage;
I cannot reach, but I can see
that which is forbidden to me.
How I desire what I cannot speak,
doth the fire in my heart so seek it:
a deeper passion of humanity,
where to discover a sanctuary.
But that road was barred from birth,
And that crave defined obsession in me.
I never knew that a body could be a curse.
Well I knew,
but it’s brought home to me so perverse.
I want no sympathy,
my soul needs not to repair.
Blatant fools, you can’t restore
what was never there.
What is right and what is wrong?
it doesn’t matter to me,
because all I want
will always be forbidden to me.
Cold people gibe and taunt behind,
but they’re so distant to me
‘Cause all I want is right here....
But what I want is what I fear is
Forbidden.
Solemn candles on the sill replace the dawn,
for when it comes I’ll still be here
with the curtains drawn.
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| Sesshoumaru |
[03 Jun 2004|01:56am] |
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The Night the Lights Went Out - Reba McIntyre |
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Sesshoumaru ficlet
fandom: Inu Yasha
rating: G
It follows the same pattern of description as the Malik ficlet. -->from POV of some random passerby.
( Read it. )
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| Brother of Mine |
[03 Jun 2004|01:43am] |
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Runaway Train - Soul Asylum |
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title: Brother of Mine
fandom: Inu Yasha
rating: G
( Read it. )
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| All Will Fade |
[31 May 2004|12:27am] |
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headache |
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this is obvious |
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Hold the little flower in the palm of my mind
and tear the petals of sanity.
Their texture can be undone but their graces will endure
to spite my humanity.
And all will fade in kind.
A city is a city 'till the walls tumble down
and a smile's just a gesture 'till the motive's proven sound
List a few reasons why my lifeline stays entact
despite incentives otherwise.
Your grueling intercession is the sole architect
of my hatred and my lies.
And all will fade in kind.
A lovelife's just a lovelife 'till it all tumbles down,
and "I told you so" rings clearly as one sanctifying sound.
I don't need you here!
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| Ask the Mountains |
[30 May 2004|11:06pm] |
Ask the mountains why the rain falls
Droplets on the water
An undiscovered pool
Pull back the willows and see
Leaves, leaves scattered everywhere
Follow me into the night
And ask the mountains why
Why do stars cry when the night passes?
Because they're left alone.
Sing to me, echo down the moon
Green is my voice, liquid its ring
Pull back the willows and see
Water flows freely in from the sea
And the stars are on the mend.
I am a child of the stars
Just ask the mountains
Ask the mountains
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| description-->face focus |
[28 May 2004|07:12pm] |
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dazzled by Malik |
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Yu-Gi-Oh theme |
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model: Malik Ishtar, Keeper of the Pharoah's Tomb, Yu-Gi-Oh
At first I see nothing but a firm chin, his jaw stiff with contempt, but his lips quirked in seduction. The rest of his countenance is shrouded by the shadowscapes dancing across his skin, casted by his low-hanging cowl; its shade is as dark as the heart he bears. Then, without warning or hesitation he steps into the light and raises his face to the sun.
( Read more... )
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| The Violinist |
[28 May 2004|06:09pm] |
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Sanctus - Angel Sanctuary |
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title: The Violinist
PBI Challenge: Music
rating: G
disclaimer/warnings: Characters based on people I know; names changed.
Her name was Elise. She'd been playing since she was six, after her mother pushed her to take up an orchestral instrument. In the end, her mother had also picked the instrument, driven her to every lesson, been to every performance, and encouraged her every practice session.
( Read more... )
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| Firelight Musings |
[28 May 2004|04:53pm] |
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yay! |
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title: Firelight Musings
PBI Challenge: the Sea
rating: G
universe: Tolkien's
decription: The Three Hunters are resting from the chase during TTT. Legolas' mind is in unrest.
They sit by the fire, taking in every flare, every curve of the billowing flames perhaps trying to understand its rhythm, or perhaps trying to run away. Little do they know that no solace can be found in those flames; the rhythm is erratic and unstable. I know, for I live these flames, the leaves of the trees, the chill of the morning every moment of my life. Such are the ways of my people. Such are the ways of the immortal.
( Read more... )
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| Beyond a Citrus Sunset |
[24 May 2004|08:34pm] |
Final rays of discolored light darted through the hills and over the wooded canopy to the river--to be soaked up by two desperate eyes. Calintz wished the night would delay just a little longer. The night meant the end of his journey, and he knew he hadn't traveled half as far today as he should have. His injury kept him falling shorter and shorter of his desired speed, and tonight was the New Moon; there would be no traveling 'till morning.
The departing sun reflected across his skin, bringing shadows to nestle in his sallow cheeks and beneath his eyes. His skin, still young but roughened with turmoil, glowed orange and his hair turned to fire in the setting sun's glare. In response to the wind, he rubbed his cheek against the fur collar of his coat; a cold night lay ahead of him. Building a fire, even a humble one, was out of the question. Hunter Wolves would be out in full tonight, and the last thing Calintz needed now was a beacon of his presence.
The sun gave way inch by inch beyond the darkening trees, and soon he was left re-bandaging his thigh in bitter darkness. Howls resounded through the hills, structured and sequenced howls which could only be the Hunter Wolves searching for him. Calintz knew it wouldn't be long before they sniffed out his bloody bandage or followed his clumsy, stumbling trail.
Images returned to him of his final moments of day, there in the orange-tinted forest made so by the retreating sun. However, the sunset was just as much a motherly protection from wolves as it was a notion of doom. As the sun gave way beneath the hills it was as though it whispered goodbye in its final breath of light. "I cannot stay for you any longer," it whispered into his heart. "You are on your own now."
And alone he was. Bloodied and huddled inside a forest nook in a jacket that was too small for him, with memories of the citrus sunset as the only fire now to warm him. The sun had said farewell that night--farewell to this doomed boy it was now abandoning to the night and to the wolves who ruled it.
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| miscy miscy |
[21 Feb 2004|01:14pm] |
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Somewhere I Belong - Linkin Park |
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Miscellaneous notes on Gryphons, which seem to appear in any Original I ever do :P I have sentimental attachment to these creatures. Here's my description I mustered after class (and after my stomach pains left. ai, those were rather uncomfortable :/)
Gryphons
]=Eagle-like creatures with huge, upright lion-shaped bodies and dark wings "that spread wide like impending death." Their fur and feathers are always a pitch black color.
]=Live quietly in the Nexil mountains, unseen for centuries, though centuries ago they were a mighty power among the continent's inhabitants.
]=Evil in nature, but neutral in any matters nowadays. They no longer dominate, scout, or pillage other lands, or even leave their dwelling land. They just stay in Nexil's cavernous mountains; though, anyone who goes there hoping for a glimpse of one never returns, showing that their evil and non-negotiating nature never left. They just no longer care for the outside world. It's become too petty and redundant for them, I suppose. Advanced race or cowering animals? We will never know.
]=I found the most wonderful, perfect picture done by Jennifer Miller (Nambroth), except that my Gryphons wouldn't be looking down guiltily at a victim's blood on their claws. They don't stay away in their Mountains from guilt of killing the lesser races; they've just grown indifferent to them all. Anyway, the picture is here. This girl is wonderful! I like her bird!gryphons best. The little cougar-types aren't what I envision.
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| This was entertaining to do ^^ |
[18 Jul 2003|02:18pm] |
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Neverending Story - Limahl |
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title: A Baroque Rainbow
Challenge: Rainbow Connection
universe: modern-day United States.
characters: Haie Vanderbelt, Clarice Lannon
rating: G
Disclaimer/Warnings: No warnings. Characters are my own. Thanks.
Summary: I don't want to give anything away because there's not really much plot to it. It's nice and comfort-ie.
( here it is. 4 pages, not too long. )
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| beh |
[30 Jun 2003|11:29am] |
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help meh! :) |
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Driven Under - Seether |
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fandom: POTC
( 200 word drabble -somewhat POV Will )
Bah, I don't want to be stuck with drabbles. I want to write fics. Fics! Feed me ideas! I have two weeks before I can see this bloody film, and I need to channel my Pirate lust and compulsiveness through the keyboard.
Any ideas for plots/things/scenes you want to see? Tell me! Feed me bunnies; I'll go insane if I don't write Pirate slash. Jack...Will..... @.@ WHAT TO DO
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| The Choice |
[17 Jun 2003|08:31pm] |
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Driven Under - Seether |
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The shining, glitter metal first attracted her eye,
but full well was the knowledge of its design.
She knew what it was that could close her fate,
that could destroy a life with its roaring sigh.
The barrel stretched long and thin like straws
and within its chamber, death disguised as a pill.
Powder, like candy, only spiced and dangerous
unleashes interplanal noises, intriguing,
inserting proposals in its victim's masochistic desires.
She lifts its brass, bright handling brow,
feeling it smooth down her throat like water,
cold as ice, hard and unforgiving angry gods of metal.
Love and reason are weeping inside her head.
The gun feels heavy, the handle shakes in her hands,
she closes her eyes,
and drops to the floor. 'Never again,' her mind whispers,
feeling at last the implications of the cold, cold anger.
Is there enough room in eternity for the penitence she feels?
Love and reason are weeping inside her head.
There were so many things I wish I had said.
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| Shih |
[11 May 2003|11:14pm] |
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My Own Prison - Creed |
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This is an old-style Shih poem I did for Amrhein's class during last week's Chinese Poetry sessions. The thing is... I did it while also drawing the glorious and beautiful Yami Yugi, so the image probably influenced :P
Anyway, old-style Shih is kind of strict in its rules. You have to have an even number of lines with the same # of words each (I didn't follow that to the dot though), and consecutive pairs need to rhyme. But hey, atleast I didn't have to do the new style; it's even more strict! Bah. rules. Who needs them?
Upon the riverbank lay still the sprite,
among the wav'ring willows with his flute pipe.
His breathy tune took flight of salty seas.
I praise the sprite who gave this song to me.
And though the salty seas do now grow cold,
I share his harmony within my soul.
Tune's wav'ring willows gather and fill my sight.
Foundation's dearest song of the sea sprite.
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| Mesopotamia |
[18 Apr 2003|06:52pm] |
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Ben Hur theme |
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A place of wonder and distant will,
where the sitar dictates the pulse of life;
Gardens hang from the sky-knowing towers,
and brothers show love with the slash of a knife
Dust blows with the wind in symbiosis
And the swirling showers know their way;
Where war and peace follow the pattern
taught to them by night and day.
Where the ancients cried and spoke and fell
upon the ancients’ sword and spear and bow.
Where grain and stone and broken bone
define a life beyond what we know.
Between river and river, sand and sand,
and quest for structural innovation;
between revolution and evolution,
lies a poison and a dove that will mate again.
Bringing in with the tide a lament song
of a time when song was their own,
pouring forth from lips which began the art
as the aria reaches its deadly close.
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| revised "The Fall of Egypt" //poem format// |
[07 Mar 2003|06:53pm] |
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egyptian *laughs* |
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Papyrus page with empty writing
nondescript and undefined.
Darken, sky, enlighten our fears.
Yours are not told, nor are mine.
Relive our fortune
Forego papyrus and sage
Darken, sky, with empty fortune.
This life’s over, turn the page.
Quiet candle calmly dimming,
only lighted once before.
Now the candle, peacefully standing,
will be quiet ever more.
Believe in future
Believe in past
Papyrus and sage, failing culture,
Turn the page until the last.
And the age presses on,
and the agéd awaken
with vigor renewed,
and anger the ground be shaken.
The old again shall be new.
Peaceful time, enlighten the stars;
there t’was written once before.
But for now the peace will linger
‘till the stars repent once more.
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| Gone When I Awake |
[31 Jan 2003|10:51pm] |
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Gone When I Awake |
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it's a rather slow-paced and harmonic song. I absolutely love this one! If ever I get myself a music contract (ha!), this will most certainly be something I do. It was inspired by two things: a) the pace of the new Tori Amos single, and b) the 'longing for the sea' storyline from our poor Sindarin (and Noldor?) elves.
A simple calling to the cliffs to rest.
Pain in my chest; my brow furrows in frustration.
Fresh sea smell arises to in me manifest.
My heart beats with the waves’ dictation.
Why can I not conjure a vision of it?
The vista wanes before my eyes, oh why
can I not keep the image in my mind?
Its memories leave my body
with the air of my sigh,
And all I saw washed away
with the waterfall I saw in the sky.
The channel fades, and with it
the wind whispers goodbye.
‘Seems as though fiction I will
never be able to deny.
Foam waters rise to splash in my face;
drops mesmerize, shower me in grace.
The sea never lies, but for one small taste
of the ocean’s watr'y eyes..
I’d suffer my own disgrace
‘Till then.
Its memories leave my body
with the air of my sigh,
And all I saw washed away
with the waterfall I saw in the sky.
The channel fades, and with it
the wind whispers goodbye.
‘Seems as though fiction I will
never be able to deny;
For the dreams never remain before my eyes
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| Denial |
[20 Jan 2003|11:16pm] |
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Brazil - Mythos |
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A desire that can’t be named,
stone surface that can’t be shamed.
Listen to all they hear;
but what they seek is what they most fear.
Try to leap the weathered precipice,
but something holds you back;
perhaps the courage we all lack.
I can’t go back, I’m changed.
The horn was blown.
Moving only forward,
lacking things unknown.
Reminiscing
of a home I once called home,
of a family I once labeled so,
and people I will never
really want to get to know.
Now I know
it’s not so easy to jump up and go--
to plot your future,
then plot to make it so.
And now I know:
yesterday left no bar to fall below,
though yesterday feels like a year ago;
another year out the window.
Just add it to my list;
I’ll just forget; it won’t be missed.
I’ll try again, if you insist;
I’ll just reach to part the mist and see...
..What’s happened to me?
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| another song |
[14 Jan 2003|01:03pm] |
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Fields of Gold - Sting |
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based on an idea from my current story that I won't post for fear of having features stolen :P
Altavonine
Lights go out in Altavonine.
Give back to the Earth what it took from me, I
chanced it--that no one would remember.
But that was long ago (not so long)
and I was so young (still so young)
I am reminded.
Waters come alive at night
and wash away in crystal dew.
When lights go out in Altavonine
and all is cold and still,
The ice-symphony consumes.
Growing quiet is the city,
on the verge of extinction.
Give back to this place what it took from me.
That was long ago (not so long)
and I was so young (still so young).
Salt captured innocence, willing to drown
in what it gave back to me.
The lights went out in Altavonine,
waiting for all to return.
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