ElysionAnd so, still yet in half formed dreams-Elysion by AryaMay
The sway of clouds and summer streams,
With the sunset's glory in the sky
Take shape and form in her clouded eyes.
They once filled her mind with pictures lost-
Magnolia whites and verdant moss,
And the azure blues of the winter rose
All now a whisper as the curtains closed...
For oh, but when that sickness spread
Leeched out of the world the greens and reds
and violets and all that had been sight's precious gift
Was she left with memories and now, only this:
The feel of the sun ripe on her face
As she imagines the lavender in its place
Upon her hair; wheat in her shaking hands,
Painting blinded dreams only she can comprehend.
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
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 64-66ChastityDip Your Feather Wisely: 64-66 by ChibiStarr
"Come on, let me touch your balls damnit!"
"Like, what the heck's wrong with you? Get away from me!"
The Teutonic Knights frowned to himself. That was not an acceptable answer! Other should have been praising him on their knees for his awesomeness, not running! "Come back here!" he yelled, widening his pace. Thankfully Poland's legs were shorter than his, so he couldn't run as fast. "Don't make me take your vital regions by force!"
"Vital regions?" Feliks repeated, glancing over his shoulder as he ran. "Totally not a cool name!"
Gilbert growled and leaned forward, putting all of his efforts into catching him. He knew that he was stronger because the Knights made him train every day, and stupid Feliks with his girlish ways probably slacked off all the time. In one final push he flung himself at the blond like a cat and managed to grab him around the ankles, causing him to trip and fall face-first to the ground. Feliks started to kick and thrash, but Gilbert he
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.
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