"Reflections In The Puddles"
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Sunday, October 30, 2005
>2300
yet another dae has passed.. time jux run pass us w/o leaving a trace..
Jeps a fine looking guy, with a brown looking cape stained wif coffee on him and a pair of dark leather boots. He standing on a land of his own, a land where bring back many memories of himself, his past-glorious moments.. heart-wrenching moments.. death moments..
he standing there alone.. suffering solitudeness, living in a dream of his own. having just an empty shell where large gales of wind blowing towards his face, leaves rustling through the air and causing him unable to open his eyes...
jux a slight cough, depriving him off more than half of his energy..
looking at the mess in front of him, flashbacks came back running thru his brain.. he thot of the past, everything he has done, but has lead to totally undesirable results.
Walking through the dark alley now, all he could hear was the wind and his footsteps. echos of his footsteps replied him as though asking him to stop. but he just could not stop himself, bringing himself to a land of despair...
Loneliness, Sadness, Love rang through the dark litted room where candles flicker by the seconds.. Jeps dragged his feet.. trying to face the reality.. with all his determination he could gather within him.. but finally, he collapsed onto the greyish stone floor with some religious carvings on it.
Voices
Quotes
"if someone loves you,
love them back not only because they love you,
but also because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes
to things you have never seen or felt without them."
(ripped from solasura-honz)
As you envelope my mind,
thoughts are all about you.
I hope that you could walk into the ghost of me.
My heart have been delievered to your doorstep, do you accept this mail?
Could you pull out some time for me
and give both of us a chance to be together.
Waiting isn't a problem,
losing you would be the biggest trauma I would get.
May this day where our hearts bond together come soon.
Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs; love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and its faith, hope and patience never fail. Love is eternal.
A recollection of poetry
"Twilight funeral"
Blackened and cold is the dusk
A veil where the shadows watch
Behind the dim requiems of light
When blindness envelopes our eyes
Silent and unholy is the dusk
A hole where the demons smirk
Beyond the clutters of human life
When deafness embraces our ears
Sable nothingness is the dusk
A shroud where the ravens flock
Tainting the purity of white clouds
When darkness devours our hearts
Inevitable death is the dusk
A cloak where the daggers hide
Under the facade of tranquility
When mortality is but a quip
- Solasura
"Muted Joy"
Words appearing before aquamarine eyes,
Inner warmth awakened.
Coldened heart was melted,
returning to its liquidfied state.
Hopes of rain fallen,
sheltered by feelings.
Flooded everywhere,
but not a single drop here.
Tune rings by the ears,
Emotions being mixed up.
Weak and deplorable,
Just takes the shape of you.
Ensnared by you,
Unintentionally or intentionally,
unable to be freed,
till Reaper's Scythe appears.
Which will appear first, rain or scythe?
"Solitude"
Time flies when words strung out,
numbing the bitter nerve.
Defrostation took place,
Everything seem to be in summer,
From the frosted white fingers,
darkness in the heart,
you brought warmth and light.
Turning upon an unretaliatable liquid.
Just as words strung out once again,
froze all happiness in me.
Bitterness awakened,
Negligible autumn, forver winterness.
Eclipse seems to take place forever.
Light and warmth never took place,
Darkness and chill,
mutated the mind into an unfeeling solid.
When solitude occurs, does anyone bothers?
- Takizawa
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