Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Poem "to steal away"

This one is for Dak-shi, since she begs so earnestly for a poem about "ninjas" and because she have made awesome posters for some of my fics and graphics for one of my poems. I admit that I have taken artistic freedom to the concept of ninjas since the subject per se doesn't exactly vibrate my creative spirit. I took the meaning of the original word in Japanese shinobi; "to steal away". (I think I feel a slight T.S Eliot interference here too...)

Hope its dark enough, Dak-shi!

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The thought, as fast as I am, that "darkness never fades"
covers my face, and the night, with monochromatic shades
the blade sinks in and the cold air stings, as life bleeds over my boots.

I will need to clean it, I think, as the weight on my arm crumble and sink

The stillness is deafening, the darkness blinding
the light rain scorching, as it seeps through the fabric, finding
my cool, collected skin

and as always, when the night closes in
I delve in the surprise, that never seems to surprise me
why isn't the world in riot, screaming, shouting, crowding
why isn't the world in chaos, crying, beating and drowning

a man is dead, a man just died
his blood is on my boots
and hands

Why aren't there shouts in anger and sobs in grief
why isn't someone collecting around him
demanding in justice and peace

I have cut down a life as one would pick a flower
I have taken and buried or arranged for display
and nothing I leave makes a difference
to the indifference of men

and just as them, the silent night is still, too still
while the pool of blood grows larger
as if in quiet defiance
to me, and men
and to the science
of death

and I know that no one will come until morrow
and even then I feel no relief nor sorrow
just a strange curiosity

After all, I am just another weld in the human chain
bound by a fragile life
and I have an overwhelming need to know what will happen
when that wire bends and breaks

will it go quietly, in darkness
or explode in blinding light
will men rise and speak
or shall I do it for them?

I shall need to clean my boots, I think, before I steal another link

and my monochromatic thoughts give me hope
again and again
as to the difference I can make
to the indifference of men


Sunday, July 20, 2014

Poem "the Lay of the Land"


where I went the mountains grew wild
and water everywhere in rivers and falls and in rain
but it was nothing I hadn't seen
I realised in inexplicable pain

and sharp black rocks cut me
as the violent sea dragged me under
but it was nothing I hadn't felt before,
no sense of wonder

then darkness came and stars were there
but it was the same ones I had already seen
and it all seemed so mean

and the sun rose with white unwarming light
like a thousand sunrises before

and I was giving up
and letting go
for it was nothing
nothing
as giving in
or holding on

but then blue ice cracked and wrung and loosened upon the world
the dying weight of aeons
grinding, crushing and screaming

like nothing
nothing I had ever seen

and the birds danced above it
no fear and all speed
teasing me to join them
without taking heed

and a joy I felt
breathing in the cold
cold freedom
the salt of sea and dust of rocks
and I knew
I had never been here before
for it was like nothing
nothing
before

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

"I am NOT Sherlock"

(epiphany I had a few days ago realising that no matter how much I relate to a character and see things in them that is identical to myself; I am NOT them - I am wholly, awesomely only myself, with everything that comes with it, good and bad. and I love it...I love being me and mo matter how much I can resemble someone else I will never truly be them in the same sense they will never truly be me...)

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Poem "kairos"

In a minute

I shall run through the doors 
with my hair flowing behind me
as the sun sets over the the horizon and bleeds into the sea

I shall run with my breath
no longer reaching my lungs
and the taste of copper filling my mouth 

but I will be too late
too late

as the sun bleeds
and vanishes

In a minute

we shall be surrounded by blinding lights
and winds that rip our tears from us
as the sea crashes brutally on poor defenseless creatures

but deep in this ocean there is a place
untouched
where lives are born and lost without ever feeling the wind
where dimmed eyes never see the sun bleeding
but the taste of copper lingers in their mouths

In a minute

The door shall close
when the final light of their world diminishes and dies

and then it will be too late
too late

to crash and bleed

like the setting sun
over the ocean


*kairos  (καιρός) is an ancient Greek word meaning the right or opportune moment (the supreme moment). It signifies a time lapse, a moment of indeterminate time in which everything happens. Wikipedia

I got the inspiration for this poem from other-wordly

Friday, March 14, 2014

More awesomeness from Dak-shi

Dak-shi has made another poster for me (she also made on for my poem "the deep and the light"), this time is from my "Sungkyunkwan Scandal" fanfiction the "Lake Arc".



Love this poster, especially how she used the quote together with the oooh sooo suggestive image, but with reversed polarity! Aaaaaaaah, massively awesome, Dak-shi!



Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Quick reaction

I have awesome fans!
One of my die hard fans Dak-shi just sent me this beautiful rendition of my latest poem "The deep and the light":



I loove so much when people get inspired by my writings, thank you all for being so amazing!


Friday, March 7, 2014

Poem "the deep and the light"

I carry the ocean within me
everywhere I go
The waves crash on my ribs and the anemones bloom on my spine

I carry the ocean, or it carries me
for everywhere I go
the waves wither down my resolution and the corals build it anew

You carry the ocean within you
everywhere you go
let your waves decide your reason and the current your final path

for the ocean will always be with you
anywhere you would like to go



Sunday, February 9, 2014

Poem "what is left"

I was a flower
before I was a root

now I am a root
without a flower

I was plucked
before I could wither

and now I wait impatiently for another spring

Tuesday, January 14, 2014