Archive for December, 2005

Fabricated

At night I toss and turn in my bed of needles,
questioning the scrap fabric memories of my past,
mixed up like a patchwork quilt.

You tell your flowing lies of silk,
as vivid as velvet and thickly detailed like corduroy.

I am your fabricated child,
from the twisted sewing machine of your deranged and cruel mind.

I was once as enchanting as satin,
decorated with tears and holes,
now tragically in tatters.

In the end, I am too torn to be mended,
I cannot be stitched back together again.

Creative Commons License

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.1 Australia License.

–>

Black Rose Christmas

Go where the black rose soundly sleeps,
in the garden of silence,
where books move restlessly,
longing to be read.

Gently waken the sleeping rose,
nearly lost in dream-filled slumber.

Take the waking rose,
longing for the warm rays of the sun,
and take her to the land of falling snow,
with plains of shimmering crystal.

Carry her to the giant emerald tree,
where the mysterious gifts and offerings are laid.

Before these gifts can open,
words of forgiveness must be said.

Many of the gifts are opened,
all of the offerings are feasted upon,
not one left untried.

The day is past and yet the snow remains falling.
the fragile black rose sleeps once more in the garden of silence,
where nothing is heard.
But everything is seen.

Creative Commons License

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.1 Australia License.

–>

Landscape of Dying Love

The world is crowded with many souls,
all I see is a white emptiness.
I see many bleeding hearts littering the landscape, bleeding out their sorrows,
drowning themselves in the process.
As I keep walking this path of nothing, I see rusted chains and shackles,
once accompanied by bonded hands now wilting littered in the path I must walk.

I remember searching for someone to love a long time ago.
halfway through my search, I gave up,
knowing that looking for the elusive prince charming was of no use.
For both failure and reward I wander through an aimless path,
through the garden of flower bouquets tied with now frayed ribbons,
rotting away as I walk doomed to everlasting loneliness.

Creative Commons License

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.1 Australia License.

–>

Drifting

Drifting away
slowly like
a swimming fish
caught by
ocean current
drifting… drifting…
where do I go?
swimming along
where does it
lead me to?
endless ocean
carry me
away…

Creative Commons License

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.1 Australia License.

–>

Fragment of a Symphony: Petals and Punishment

My angel has fallen from grace today.
It breaks her heart to know that she has failed me.
It breaks my heart to hear,
“No, say it is not so!”

She inevitably welcomes the embrace of cold and shackled chains,
her once unmarked wings turning to black as she slowly falls to her knees.
“Forgive me.” I hear her say as I gather up the nine blackened tails of agony and misery.

I decorate her with autographs, signs and symbols that blush of many roses,
as I magnify our symphony with the numbers of perfection and change.

The chorale that greets my ears is one of much needed redemption;
another chance that only I can give.

“The pain of it all will cleanse your mind and sharpen your thought.”
I say to her at last as I put my misery machine away to be played with another day,
between us after, there is many a thing for us to say.

As the rosy wounds on her snow pale body begin to swell, she takes my hand and nears it to her lips as the crimson petals from her paleness starts to flow like nectar turned to wine.

Creative Commons License

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.1 Australia License.

–>

List 10 things that people are always surprised to find out about you ~ As part of Daydreaming on Paper

1. I don’t like bubblegum
2. I hate pumpkin
3. I like foreign food
4. I spend my money on comics than clothes or make-up
5. I collect other strange things
6. I listen to more than one genre of music
7. I listen to foreign bands and groups
8. I CAN eat black licorice
9. I like drinking ale
10. I can stand foods hotter than vindaloo curry

Fragment of a Symphony: The Bonding

In the elegant domed structure with silver gilded walls trimmed with crystal, with many flights of different stairs leading to an endless number of places within, time stopped ticking away in the world. Here, the two of them stood together in silence after the four other candidates wished the chosen mentor well and left both the girl and the sleek green skinned humanoid robot alone. You’re nervous! Relax, little one. Whoever was the owner of the calm and warm voice speaking in the girl’s head was right.
“I am trying.” She could feel herself shake slightly in her would-be mentor’s presence, causing her to curl her right hand into a fist, letting her black lacquered nails continuously dig into the skin deeply, letting a few drops of blood fall to the white and grey streaked marble floor.
“Shall we proceed then?” the voice that spoke to her earlier was of course her mentor’s own. He looked at her in such a way that it made her feel like her thoughts were being peeled and revealed, layer by layer, leaving her to be quite exposed. She nodded in acknowledgment and remained resolute. Will you accept me as your Master and complete the chosen bond between us? A smile crept on the silent girl’s lips as she advanced even closer, with warm feelings that remained dormant in her heart for so long finally stirring at last. The accepted Master felt happy not only for himself, but for her as well. From nowhere, a hymn playing above the entire city could be heard as testimony of their flowering union.
Yay te, yay klayj erz,
dayt erjuuhe taev, duu zhee’eegl azhe’ee ehglr.
juhrde’e veyj vayte owglue.
The wound inflicted earlier on her palm still echoed with pain as it trickled and bled, leaving small drops and puddles of blood on the floor and invisible stains on her black dress. Knowing that it was time, she fell to one knee before her Master and held his skeletal left hand that appeared before her and brought the strangely warm hand to her rosy lips and kissed the bonding ring worn on his ring finger, completing the bond between them.
Yay Ujegl eedee ay aa ayd-ewji yayj,
yay erjuuhe azhe’ee te yew ewklow ya tee aa kleer rew ehjiee uutae,
ey ehzhrzhe azhe’ee ehzhrzoh.
A similar ring to his own appeared on the ring finger of her right hand. Her chosen Master looked at the kneeling girl and said, “You won’t change your mind, will you?” He really had hoped that she wouldn’t suddenly change at the last moment, fearing the opportunity he had been waiting to happen for nearly an eternity would slip away from him. If the Master had a heart of his own, it would be pounding in fear. To his surprise, the girl smiled at his question, trying to suppress the urge to laugh at her Master for being so uneasy.
Yay Ruuj uuzow tehzhee zekl owgl,
yay Ayd-ewj azhe’ee Ayd kluy zhrayr ayyee agl klehy.
Ey ayja zer glehea, ayja zer glehea.
Zhree zar aeduu…
zhree zar aeduu…
At that instant, time started to slip quietly back into the world around them, causing the dome above to be decorated with a thin film of ice and falling snow from the skies.
“No, I will not.” she replied at last. Although he dreaded her final answer, he just had to ask.
“Why?” The ring on her own finger was still glowing a bright green as she glimpsed his face and answered sincerely, “I am yours.” even though the hymn was sung to the rest of the city and the world around them, echoes of the uplifting song floated up to greet the ears of both Apprentice and Master, exiting from the crystal and silver dome above their heads. It was not until then that the Master noticed the blood-red stain on his hand.

Creative Commons License

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.1 Australia License.

–>