The Madness of AngelsThe Madness of Angels by AryaMay
Sometimes at night I still dream of the glass garden which I had planted, molten pillars of flame that were cool to the touch- the gates of heaven which I had fashioned in her likeness. It wasn’t what one might call Eden though; far from it. The only commonality that this place and the mythological one shared were perhaps in its finer details: being lost, perhaps the one that sticks out like a sore thumb.
I discovered some years ago when I had slipped out of my teenage arrogance that in fact, I was more sentimental a being than perhaps I would have liked to admit- definitely more so than I imagine I give a hint at. Logic had been my weapon against the confusing algorithms that ruled the mechanics of society- the smoke that used to stink up the sandwich shop near my school, the parties which I never bothered to go, the gossip about so and so person whom I had never found attractive. When I turned sixteen, I decided that I had been hanging around the wrong crowd after I had
Whispers in the WindWhispers in the Wind by AryaMay
We ran through space once, chasing wreaths of fire
Through Heaven, through Hell, through laughter and ire;
Waltzed with the gods that were our own imaginations-
Brought down worlds and rose others through creation.
We both tried to solve the world's nonsensical equations
And lifted up the groundwork of all the past nations;
Grabbed the Apple, split the fruit, took a bite out of two,
And scoffed at everything under the sky’s azure blue.
But somewhere along the way, the mathematics fell apart,
The schematics of the world tore out its beating heart
Into the hands of Fate, who turned aside our eyes
And lifted iridescence; away did it fly.
But oh, we had been through times hard and cruel;
Though this time in the end, were we one or two fools
Convinced that time held together no more meaning
And that all of existence had nothing worth seeing?
Once we had tried to smash apart the dark lights
Those that made all known philosophies lose sight;
The rose’s black thorns, and the dragon
Let's be cryptic and say I am young, young enough to be still in high school. I am fluent in Mandarin (as I am Chinese) and English, and I know enough French to skip a grade in it. |
My hobbies are drawing (preferably manga/ semi realism) , painting, debating, reading, writing, exposing myself to more information that hopefully- is pragmatic in some way, Physics, philosophy, lots and lots of video games (PC, preferably), watching drama, learning new languages, thinking/ contemplating about life, and avoiding social conventions.
I an an ENTJ, according to tests. I am quite talkative if I deem the person that I am talking to worth talking to.
My fanfiction.net account: www.fanfiction.net/~aryamay