Autumn Connection
Leaves careening gently down,
Golden molds of fire and earth.
Sweep them up and twirl 'em round,
You blowing breeze of mirth.
Two almond eyes observe their flight,
Tucked between the maple boughs.
Freer than the rays of light,
Unknown to rules of Here's and Nows.
A sound of footfalls makes its way.
She watches from the branch above.
He passes her most everyday,
This form of boundless love.
His silver words shine in the sun.
His eyes the gentlest grey.
His smile bold and full of fun.
His hair of lightest hay.
Timidly, she's down the tree.
He stops to watch her come.
Though ev
I slid a finger across the silk sheets, the smooth fabric sending an involuntary shiver through my body. A thought drifted across my mind, slower than the ones before it. How could something so comforting be so cold? With a soft breath I raised my head and slipped from the bed, my skirts whispering against the marble floor. My feet padded across the chamber to the bookcase, where thickly paged novels rested. Idly, I reached for one and pulled. The resistance that had become so familiar defied my hand. The book could not be moved.
Once, I had been able to open the books and spent hours while He was away, expanding my mind. But now, those book
The Snow Storm
Blow, harsh winds, blow; build grounds of snow,
to hide all life inside.
But as some wait, poor One was late,
so from the cold did hide.
No one could tell if One was well,
and worry for him built.
One struggled on, his hope was gone,
in place was heavy guilt.
He sat in cold, a figure bold,
with numbness in his bones.
One's thoughts were bleak, his memories weak
of loved, lost, heated homes.
His daughters cried as One defied
the sleep that'd be his death.
His wife slept near her lover dear
as One took his last breath.
Gliding through an airy wave
Silver veins in coppery bark
Twinkling life in quiet dark
Peace-filled moment Goddess gave.
Let me wane with sister moon
Let my mind blend into black
Though they think that I may lack
I am only lacking gloom
Purify me, nightly rest
Lift my woeful, stagnant gown
Let the bleakness sink straight down
Into Earth, her healing breast
She will hold with gentle love
Molding tense into the white
Color dawns in morning light
Now let fly the new born dove.
Here, re-clothed, I lie anew
Watching dawn color the skies
Pale purple greets my eyes
Yellow, pink and sweetened blue.
Autumn Connection
Leaves careening gently down,
Golden molds of fire and earth.
Sweep them up and twirl 'em round,
You blowing breeze of mirth.
Two almond eyes observe their flight,
Tucked between the maple boughs.
Freer than the rays of light,
Unknown to rules of Here's and Nows.
A sound of footfalls makes its way.
She watches from the branch above.
He passes her most everyday,
This form of boundless love.
His silver words shine in the sun.
His eyes the gentlest grey.
His smile bold and full of fun.
His hair of lightest hay.
Timidly, she's down the tree.
He stops to watch her come.
Though ev
The Snow Storm
Blow, harsh winds, blow; build grounds of snow,
to hide all life inside.
But as some wait, poor One was late,
so from the cold did hide.
No one could tell if One was well,
and worry for him built.
One struggled on, his hope was gone,
in place was heavy guilt.
He sat in cold, a figure bold,
with numbness in his bones.
One's thoughts were bleak, his memories weak
of loved, lost, heated homes.
His daughters cried as One defied
the sleep that'd be his death.
His wife slept near her lover dear
as One took his last breath.
I like hobbies...from all manners of art to...zZzing? (sleeping can be a hobby, right?)
I also like to study things...from astrology to zoology (ha, got it that time)
Yeah, I like to have a hand at pretty much everything involving the creative process and learning...I like being a Jack of all Geeks, as it were. I say "a" Jack because I'm sure there are several of us out there. At least, I hope.
1] What is your pen name?
Depends on the pen. Just kidding...kind of...filia24lunae, the_sorceress_circe, ms.deathtoyou, MissCleo, SusieQ, ladydreamerofchaos, neptune1987
2] How did you get the name?
...I was creative...I thought of something witty...or people gave it to me
3] Do you use PC or Mac?
Does it matter? I use a PC but i could use anything that's in front of me because I'm not picky and I'm just that good.
4] What software you use most often?
photoshop and painter essentials.
5] Do you use mouse, or tablet?
Tablet, wacom...pretty dang awesome.
6] The color you use most often is?
I ink my work so black.
7] What area of th
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3. Tell you my first memory of you.
4. Tell you what Pokémon you remind me of...or...literary/mythical character/creature
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6. Tell you my favorite thing about you.
7. Give you a weird nickname
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I suppose it's about time to write something vaguely about myself...or something of that nature. ^.^
*thinks*...wow...what the heck do I say?
*coughs and clears throat* Okay, I can do this...
I am...a student, literally and metaphorically. I am currently going to college now for psychology and theater (with possible minor in musical theater, I'm still debating how much time I have and how many credits I would still need). I am a very enthusiastic person, especially when it comes to things of a geeky, creative or literary nature.
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