"The sun will always shine and the moon will always glow," she said while staring into the distance. He smiled as he put his hand on her shoulder. As she turns around, he says "And Death will always be here waiting while Life continues to grow."
It is her turn to smile. "Indeed dear brother. Time and time again we will continue to meet each other."
As the twins part on the edge of the abyss, waves relentlessly roar and celestial bodies in the sky continue their Earthly dance.
Life returns to her home, hearth, husband and family. Death returns to his solitude and scythe, awaiting the call of the next lonely spirit.
But the universe has greater plans, greater workings at hand. Somewhere in...
In the shadows I see,
A sharp reflection,
A wide grin
A knife in one hand,
My battle is fought,
"Failure has called me
From the depths of your mind
One day you will surrender
And I will bide my time."
Silver eyes, silver eyes,
Golden dust shining in the night,
Two souls bonded,
As a single loop,
Two spirits caught,
In a web of lies,
Silver eyes, wait for me,
Till the end of time,
"Take me from this world,
O unquiet heart.
Cease your yearning,
Materiality we part."
The unquiet heart
Is a thing of desolation,
A cursed extension,
Of one such prolonged
Fate of retribution,
My unquiet heart,
Traitorous it would seem,
Betrays my longing,
For a silent dream.
Hide not your sword,
In the depths of this forest
For the green in your robes,
Your smile is not modest
If it is this teacher,
Of whom you seek
Come, sit a while,
Revenge is what you reap
In a land far from home
How cold my heart does grow
But home in this world
My soul has forsaken
And longs for another shore
I hear the voices calling
Of my people gone before me
In the ocean's front
The tides are coming
And the gray ships are sailing
Will I miss the trees
Which grew in the woods
Of my forest so deep and green
And father's throne of silver oak
And songs of fellow kin
But I long to see
Beyond the Sun, Moon and Sea
As the sunset spills
In vivid colours
The ocean beckons to me
O Lady of Starlight
Whose light is white
As the foam beneath my feet
To the Blessed Realms I come at last
From the lands across the sea
Another night on the mountain
Another song lost to the wind
White robes billow around him, while
White clouds drift below
Dark hair looped in a ribbon
Dark music flows from the gu qin
And in the quiet breeze of the night, he listens
Whispers of the heart carry throughout the valley
Whispers of Inquiry flow through the realm
Yet there is no answer
Yet his question hangs in the air
Thirteen years of waiting
Thirteen years of incomprehensible feelings
His spirit unwavering, he tries again
And in the silence, a single voice answers:
"I have not seen him
But time is fleeting
And what is once lost
Will return home again"
In the vast oceans of existence,
In the darkness of the void,
A being awaits and listens
To the drowning sounds of the worlds,
The swirling colours of light
Shift and turn into wishes,
The being hears their joy and is happy
It hears their sorrow and is sad,
Tears of silver and blue coalesce,
Into endless waves and tapestry
Bleeds into the fabric of time and space,
The world is broken and remade
Joy and sorrow is unending,
Neither are they everlasting
You are free to love and learn,
Try again, again and again.
The belly of the monster creaks, with every rock of ocean wave,
While the pitter-patter of bare feet Echoes against metal walls of this sentient boat,
And everywhere in the darkness lurks,
Unspeakable horrors of the industrial era: Men and Hunger,
In a yellow coat with only a lighter in hand,
She wanders through this haphazard maze,
Seeking vague memories of when
She was taken, separated
From a distant shore, Home far away
She blinks and time stops
In the fractals of a second
She sees the past and the future
In the frozen mirror glass
A thousand worlds and possibilities
She sees the story of a patriarch
The downfall of a god
And endless other tales of hope, despair, death, rebirth, pain and joy
The wall clock starts ticking,
The dream has ended,
Her spell is broken,
Yet she has seen what she needs,
And against the racing time,
And denying the drone of school,
She pulls out a piece of crumpled paper,
And writes, writes and writes
He struggles to the surface of wakefulness,
Reality is the frigid rock to which he clings,
He gasps for air like a drowning man,
And feels the abyss of the ocean of dreams,
Pulling him in,
The purple night surrounds him and yet is nothing,
Like the inky black that he sees behind closed eyelids,
Filled with smoky hands and persistent voices,
This is why he does not sleep, cannot sleep,
So he rises from the bed, drenched in salt from his ordeal,
And sits at his desk,
Like the day before, the day after and the next,
He begins to write: sleep, dream, rest
The falling darkness that approaches,
Is not a comforting sign to her
While the world unwinds to rest and sleep,
She steels herself and wonders if
The nightmares will come again today
Sometimes they are vivid, oracles of the future
And sometimes they are ghosts, hauntings of the past
Still, somnus descends fast and with her fears, she is swept away
While someone on another continent wakes to a new day
I notice the shadow in the corner of my room
As I am tap, tap tapping the keys in the gloom
It seethes with black tendrils of smoke
And through the fog, I see red eyes begin to glow
It is the monster that slinks around my house
Through the crack under the door and the holes in my yard
I am alone in this place and alone in this world
The only thoughts I hear are from the monster in my home
As I watch the shadow in the corner of my room
It grows antlers that are black and silver like the moon
I try not to move, I try not to breathe
But those glowing red eyes are still fixed upon me
It let's out a cry as shrill as the night
And I run from the room to the corridor on the right
The 2d world
Can be seen in our eyes
In the tap, tap, tapping
On its LED skies
Its colours are vibrant
Its sounds are a joy
For every child now,
The screen is their toy
This 2d world
With friends from afar
Are much more connected
Than friends at a bar
Its words are our law
While life is a chore
Our 2d world can offer us more
But while we may dream
Of life on a screen
The 2d world
Is not as it seems
So put down your phones,
Apps and computers
And stop living life
Through the lens of a filter
In the forges of ember
A shining fire glows
Sweet in its warmth
Bright in its voice and beauty
Yet deadly its vicious tongue
Watching it is a quiet entity
Black and with no form
Yet through the smoke
And curling ashes hide
Cold steely eyes and longing for more
And drawn as if
Through a call
That onyx heart
Finds a soul
So different yet so alike
They wrought chaos and disparity
Reveled in their own clarity
Yet those who be
Tore them apart
Through time and space afar
So shall it be
That heat seeketh the cold
And light seeketh the dark
For they each are nothing
Without the others' spark
Loving you hurts too much
Missing you never hurts enough
As I watch your back retreating
In the distance I know
The last time I will see you
As the person I used to know
You are Fire and Water
I the Earth and Wind
Our souls contrast in colour
But we are not for each other
My tears fall, not knowing why
If we are just friends
Then why do I cry?
Is the loss of your presence
A death in itself
Or have I given away
More than I asked?
Our destinies are different
Worlds far apart
But to me, my memory
You will always have
A special place in my heart
As I nurse my new wounds
Fresh I must start
They say that it is not wise
To cry over spilt milk
But that could never happen
While the bucket might
She sits in the shell of a place she once knew. The shopping mall of her childhood so lively and full of colours is now a sullen husk barely clinging to threads of its former self. Still if she closes her eyes, she can almost picture it, perfect as it were in her mind. She dreams of another world and another time in her mind castle. The dream expands around her into a temporary reality and her family is there. Her sister Abigail laughs as they share a coffee bun together. Their fathers are waiting, soon they will tour the mall with its bustling music and sparkling colours. Home sings to her, this is where she belongs.
Henry was searching, searching for something. He didn't know what it was he needed it for but he knew that he had to have it. So he tried hard to remember and then some memory trickled through. Yes, he thought, he needed a rope to tie people up with, what people? He found the rope in a bundle amongst other hardware in the shop, he grabbed it, left the cash on the counter and headed out. His feet took him god knows where and then he began to recognize the place. He was on a mission with his team to take out a gang. The gang had been using a combination of magic and human weapons to do their dirty work.
Henry himself had infiltrated the organisation and taken out the leader in a m...
She was indestructible. Or so everyone thought. She felt misunderstood as she stood there. While everyone was cheering her, she felt small...Was she really as good as they thought she was? She wanted to believe it, wanted to feel like she was deserving of their applause but something in the back of her mind wouldn't let her. While she stood on a pedestal amongst those who admired her, she felt that she did not belong. Not here, not anywhere for that matter and not with anyone but herself. Nothing she did was ever good enough. There were so many flaws, too many imperfections. It frustrated her. Made her feel as though she was always putting up a farce. Still, she smiled, even then she wore a m...
The night sky is a clear one as we gather under the series of white canopies in the middle of the empty field. Its insides are illuminated by fairy lights casting a warm golden glow above us that is in stark contrast to the silvery grass outside in the moonlight.
Towards the middle, lively music is playing and I expect that the others must be enjoying themselves, drinking sparkling wines and mingling in the crowd. Here, few of us stray on the fringes, away from the warmth of the fete in full swing. As I look out into the darkness, counting the stars to the horizon, a light breeze sweeps across the ground. I shiver and wrap my scarf tighter around my shoulders.
"Nicole, there you are."
Don't be afraid,
Everything is blue,
Your words were so kind,
Whose tears are dry,
Young as the dew,
Some things you can't buy,
Where difficulties lie,
In another world,
The light is calling,
Don't look behind,
Love is always there,
In time you'll find,
Don't you cry,
Don't you worry,
We'll make it alright,
Poem for Day Z
Sleep dear ones,
There's nothing to fear,
Dawn comes soon,
The end is near
Be quiet now,
The sounds I hear,
All cars are silent,
And roads are clear
Everyone has days when they are down and even then sometimes the blues never go away.
If you are out there and life is just getting to you, you are not alone.
Many of us plod through quietly in silence. You never know what's churning underneath the surface.
But know this, you are brave to be strong. Do not ever discredit your difficulties no matter how trivial they seem.
Do not compare or belittle your struggles. Take a step back and rest.
Then take a deep breath and cross that bridge. You are not weak. You matter, you mean something and someday you will get there.
As I was cleaning I felt a draft in the room. It smelt sweetly of fresh flowers which was odd because I lived in the middle of an industrialized neighborhood. When I tried to locate it, I noticed that the air seemed to be sucked into the wall. On closer inspection I also noticed the wallpaper peeling slightly in the corner. The little flap that had come loose was bending in the flow of the air.
When I peeled away the whole wallpaper I found myself standing in front of an iron door. Again, this was strange. I had lived in this house for years and never once felt any sort of door or irregularity underneath the wallpaper. As far I was concerned there was only a wall that separated my home from...
Michael Jackson's music had a way of bringing dormant emotions to life.
The year he passed away the media played his songs and music videos. For weeks I listened and watched an artist's life work. After that I thought to myself: whatever we the audience hear about their lives, stars and celebrities will always be enigmas.
'You Are Not Alone' had a special place in my memory of his songs. It was soulful, soothing and comforting. I took it as a memoir and as a personal blanket for days which were full of rain that never stopped. MJ's songs always stood out to me. If I had to rank the others, they would all be close seconds.
I'll admit that I was rather late to join the Harry Potter fandom for a kid of my generation. I only ever started to truly read the books and appreciate the movies at age 12 (many of my peers had been Potterheads since they could read). But once I picked up the series I became a die hard fan.
While watching the movie I adored all the Hogwarts teachers even though I thought they had rather eccentric personalities like Professor Snape. He was like that one scary school teacher who was just waiting to catch you the moment you did something wrong. I think the late Alan Rickman did a marvellous job of portraying him.
In the books, Professor Snape to me seemed to take on a very slightly different...
On an early morning she walked to the sea, hoping to see the sunrise. As she sat down, the sun slowly revealed itself to her. And so did someone else. She watched the sun's golden rays kiss his hair and set it aglow like a shining crown.
As he approached, she smiled remembering his face in every dream she had since childhood. Dreams of a different time and place where they knew each other with different names. There were dreams of conquest and fantasy. Days that were full of golden mornings like this one.
She raised her hands towards him and he held them gently. The waves breaking on the shore lapped lazily around her ankles as bits of soft sand crept between her toes. She rose to her feet,...
In a land of fields and rivers,
T'was a silver tree,
Its leaves doth shine forever,
For its spirit guardeth thee,
In a land of fields and rivers,
A silent heart does weep,
So silver branches quiver,
A hope to soon be free,
In a land of fields and rivers,
Thy care giveth the tree,
The wind shalt carry its whisper,
And its spirit guideth thee,