Below is just a bit of writing that I've done. Most of it is poetry and prose, and I might add a bit of fiction later on. This section also includes a link to the archives
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Reverie
The raven flies
while the fisherman sleeps
and a net of dreams
I weave for you
Of pearl-washed shores
and sparkling sea
of iridescent wings
and love for thee
But the raven flies
while the fisherman sleeps
and a net of dreams
I weave for you
Of crimson fire
of tide-song and starlight
But the raven flies while the fisherman sleeps
so I end the net
of dreams for you
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Twilight Shadows
Twilight shadows linger still
and grey mists shall follow
covering night's celestial sea
Silence -
echoing and wrapping - hovering, soft as whispers around ever
blade of emerald grass, every bough, once fluttering wings - stillness
beckoning...welcoming the rain to fall
Silver cascades and crystalline drops;
the universe in an orb of aquatic perfection balanced on a single petal of
amaranthine
All falling...falling...so short a sojourn.
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[Untitled]
If crimson roses bleed tomorrow
and naught is for keeping,
will garnet springs and ruby flame
be all be diminished in me?
If crimson roses bleed tomorrow
and the dawn ceases to greet the day,
shall the dove be silenced and song
forgotten - never to be remembered?
If crimson roses bleed tomorrow
will embers fade and fires die
never to be rekindled?
And I - a wine current running forth -
staining, tainting the first snow
unnoticed
Seeress
Her crystalline eyes -
rainwater in color, yet colorless themselves
shimmer truth - a purity flawless
A seeress' eyes
orbs of silver - carriers of foreboding
and hushed whispers of midnight -
of dark shadows hovering between the
fringes of an endless abyss.
They shatter light; an ever constant
storm within their depths, always
changing, always shifting subtley.
But watchful - she balances a delicate
fate woven just beyond the reaches
of entangled mystery.
Such a burden she harbors
though a gift so rare.
She is the keeper - behold a
sword untarnished - untainted
by stains.
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Absence of Requiem
A faltered tread, irrevocable path
a misguided step towards the
darkness unfathomable
A clouded soul bound
by shapeless, amorphous cords...
luring, detaining
cutting and silencing
slashing and tearing it to
transparent shreds
never to be mended by
even the most gifted hand
No tourniquet.
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Starkindler
Starkinder - guardian of night
and woven with light;
all celestial's grace in Heaven.
You who enraptures the soul with
the clarion call of silver bells pure
and ethereal song - and inner
glow awakened.
You who possesses the eternal flame
a white fire of purity untarnished.
Come and lift the shadows from
the wandering, lost spirit -
Let the Flame live and burn ever brightly.
Deliver yourself; breath life
unto embers within the heart of
glacial ice and sanctify
the center of being.
Girl: Jana (Jay-na). 20. 5'5". Brown eyes, brown hair. Half Indian, Half Caucasian. Night owl. Tea addict. College Junior. Psychology Major. Interests: Dancing, Writing, Stargazing, Running, Swimming, Photo editing, Reading, Cooking, Astronomy, Tea, Metaphysics, Museums, Science, Medicine, Johnny Depp, Keira Knightley, Music, Movies, Ice Skating, Bowling, Tennis, Drawing, Calligraphy, Art Galleries, Stained Glass, Piano, Watercolors, London, Paris. Loves: Snow, Rain, Seasons, Photoshop, Web Design, Surprises, Great Novels, Classical/ New Age Music, Trying out new recipies, Traveling to new places, The beach, Mountains, Seattle, Finding little hole-in-the-wall shops, Jelly beans, Comfortable sweaters, Christmastime, Dancing with mops/brooms, Scrapbooking (my God, it's addicting). Thought-provoking conversation, Walks, Being creative, Hats, Most things fuzzy.
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