RemnantWashed up a remnant,based on
a relic of abandoned epochs,
she inhales her first breath in an aeon.
Air thick with soot,
pungent with poison,
sinuous hands fly to her throat
as she sputters a curse
in a language long forgotten.
Beneath the slick surface of her murky realm
lost, she wandered on,
searched through centuries for a land
half-remembered in dreams.
Time and toxins took their toll
and when she arose from the depths
her scales shone bright with mercury,
glinting silver in the moonlight.
With trembling fingers
she combs starlight from her tresses,
brushes moonbeams from her curves,
counting lesions to her body,
carved by knowledge, knives
or nothing. She no longer knows.
She shivers in the shadow of
their quivering reflections rippling
across the magic mirror
from which she surfaced.
In the dark their glass eyes gleam,
a thousand starry-eyed monstrosities,
rake their gaze across her form.
She clings to the shoreline,
jagged rocks and filthy sand.
Silent springsbased on
We rest by silent springs,
in the cover of midnight's stars.
With the gentle song of crickets-
echoing in the quiet atmosphere.
No one sees us, no one stares.
You are Romeo and I am Juliet,
a secret love no one can break.
Royalty of pink petals flutter by,
in this blue moon's solid light.
We share our love, we share our life.
Our girly Ladybased on
"Aaand that was the last! Thank you very much, Miss Cheung!"
The photographers nodded and clapped while they started to tidy up. It was a great photo shooting and they all were very content with the pictures they got.
Shizuka raised herself and got out of the spotlight. She smiled silently at everyone who passed by her and thanked or congratulated her. The way she smiled told everyone that it had been a very big honor for them to be able to take photos of her. If she was together with "commoners" she was always above them.
"Can you please let all the things where they are? I will tidy up later, but I still need them," one of the photographers shouted through the crowd.
Shizuka looked up and grinned a bit as she saw that it was Lang Wei. He was her personal photographer whom she trusted most. There were even some shootings which she exclusively only allowed him to take
VampireI never could refuse a drop of red
to wash down evenings thick with stress and strife -
I never did believe that love is dead,
but love can never quench my thirst for life.
Warm lips are fine, and roving, needy hands;
there's satisfaction in a single night.
I never cared much, though, for one-night stands,
when hundreds of forevers hover right
beneath your skin. Before the sun appears,
I'll hush your frantic heart and drink your fears.
ForgottenYou see, they're watching you.based on
No, I guess you don't see.
All you see is the stiffness in front of your nose.
Are the patterns of a slow life so mezmerizing
as to be able to block out your past?
The unchanging, at least to your photographic memory,
Maybe, if there is luck and a little grace
the dim acknowledgement of
But if you could, would look
you'd see them watching you.
Faded figures from the mists of past.
Even if you don't remember.
They want you to see.
They want you to remember.
They turned gray to you.
But you don't see.
You don't remember.
Or if you do,
you're hiding it too impressively to be true.
See, if you can,
it takes some grace and luck to even remember that you've
You just need focus,
the tree is the simpler task.
One must expect blurred edges,
truth inferred rather than seen.
Return of the WindA world needed the power of the elements to survive. But it was not easy if nature was not as free as we know it. Nature could only take form if there were people who were mastering and giving shape to it, so the world could prosper. Of course it was not an easy task to understand the way of the elements to even master them, so if one was able to master more than one element, he was already likely to be worshipped by the others people started to look up to you if you had mastered one element after all.based on
However, this was also the greatest weakness of that world because the masters started to feel superior after a while and slacked off with their duty. They did not really try to give shape to the world anymore and slowly nature died. People were suffering under the change and as the masters were not noticing it, more and more catastrophes came over the world. When they finally saw what had happened, it was already too late. The folks were
union of earth and skylight into darkness will retire;based on
embracing sire, embraced by mare.
phi's ray bisects the golden spiral,
pointing to infinity's lair.
I did not save her from the sea.The pond was small, the cattails fair;
The algae drew a shining veil
Across the waters waiting there
For her to come while wandering
And stare beyond the dreary pale
Expanse of fog and starry glare
Upon the pond within the dale
Where she had ventured, pondering
The many dreams she'd had of late
Of sandy-shores and broken shells
Upon a beach along a strait
And of the ocean shimmering
She heard the wave's cathedral bells
Come crashing with a dreadful weight
'Till she, afraid of violent swells,
Could no more see the glimmering
Of pearly foam, nor shining seas
But only turbid tempest-doom;
No more the fragrant, salt-laced breeze
That over all was mingling.
Such were her dreamsnow through the gloom
She still heard gulls with throatful ease
Sing of the ocean, and the tune
Around her thoughts kept lingering.
I met her then, when stormy waves
Were breaking on her weary mind
And I was unafraid and brave
And as a child foolishly
Believed that if we left behind
The little pondth
High WaterIt took eleven weeks for my stomach to stop turning.
White water reality, broken hands, splintered paddles.
If you ever felt inclined to place your head against my chest again,
you wouldn't hear a heart beat over the roar of water in my lungs.
If you ever desired to wrap your arms around my waist,
you would find that there is far less warmth to hold onto.
For now, we drown in the perfect darkness of canyon waters.
Like infant gods, we chose to carve these wounds into
the very foundation of our fabricated universe.
Deeper than the initials of youthful lovers.
Further inward, past yellow bone and soured marrow.
We've been forever spoiled by the idea of our own greatness.
(But when my body washes upon the shore, I will always try to find you.)
I am Icarus RedeemedEven when every dream had drowned
and love left me choking on dust
and I felt utterly abandoned by
every aspect of my envisioned life,
something in me set on fire.
Oh, I know heat rises
and I'm lifting off.
God knows where it's taking me,
heaven has yet to shut me out.
Oh, my wings are broken
but at least I'm falling free.
It's the impact,
not my plummeting spirit,
that will throttle the light in me.
Astronauti.238,900 miles away
the Earth gleams in the darkness.
A cat's eye, opalescent blue
flecked with terra verdant,
fifty-two cream colors
Under a heavy lid of night,
it glares. Angry.
As if to say to the Sun:
I was dreaming
of all the fish
in my seas.
As if to ask why
it had to be woken.
Thoughts are protozoan here;
with glass-thin skin
transparent as the first lie
he ever told as a child.
I didn't steal that candy bar.
He can see the mechanics,
They divide like dreams,
Whole and unbroken
as they tear apart. If
he could stretch far enough,
he could pop his home planet
like soap bubble.
he's too small
to make much
of a difference.
238,900 miles away,
there is a small click.
A tiny latch
as his 14-year-old daughter
slides her seatbelt
She's learning how to drive,
and how to feel a new kind of terror.
of collision. Of bone
or brick breaking,
There Hid the Sacred HollowThere hid the sacred hollow,
gentle with fern and old pine
where my heart thrived when it was very young,
when life stretched endless like a yellow day.
I understood that whatever I was not then,
I would yet learn, and I would find.
But it was false anticipation-
mark of the very young
who sleep too long through a yellow day,
who nestle in the succor of the sweet fern
and old pine, of the sweet yearn