"Reflections In The Puddles"
Prologue
This is are the reflections
of a fragile young Takizawa
16 years in age.
But in these puddles,
one can only catch a glimpse
of the ghost of him.
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Tuesday, May 16, 2006
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burdens off. lesser load to carry from now on.
best of luck.
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"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
Epilogue
As an english proverb goes,
"All good things must come to an end."
Even the muddiest puddles
will one day dry up.
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philip
T14
chun kit
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Shu Xian
ANDI
Hong Zhou
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mandy
marie
ernest
James
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