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Every once in a while my characters decide they are going to really let me into their souls. Sometimes it is just seeing things that they have seen and other times it is words like poetry. This is a poem written from the viewpoint of my newest character, Landon, at the age of sixteen (he is currently 26). He was in love with a girl he had only met once but he always admired her from afar. This is him after he knew she was gone for good. Note, the words with the parentheses next to them are in Latin. I understand there is no Latin language in Mizahar. Just bear with me. It seemed to fit.
Is est absentis… (She is gone) The lover I never loved Oh yes I loved her from afar But what is love When we do not touch? We do not speak But in broken fragments Stolen away By the woman who grasps your chains
We do not kiss We do not know Oh Gods… You do not love me As I loved you You may have felt it Perhaps a spark But you were not favored Not enough to hold onto me Or my desires
Her hair like fire in Syna's light Eyes like Leth in dead of night Meus pectus pectoris (My heart) Were you kissed by Caiyha? Given that perfect vulpine form And amber eyes The ones that hold me Torture me Make me beg for death If I cannot have them upon me
Sweet vixen You confuse me Make me wonder how I fell And keep falling Only for you Everything I do Only for you
I should have known Cheva would not give you to me She would not let you know How I wanted to give my heart Her sister Nikali already owned you And you my dear… You delivered me to Akajia And what a sweet gift it was To know so many secrets But not yours...
And Gods… I loved her If only I could have loved her longer
"I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs. Boy you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue." -Ryan Ross .
one minute, 34 second prize for you! It's not kitties though--its snow. I took the vid at 5:20 pm while it's just started and I'll take another tonight before sleep. I remember you mentioned you like snow so I'm sharing it with you. <3
*edit* took another vid a half hour later with the help of la mineux-in fact while i tried to narrate, she purred over my voice! power is flickering so I better be careful coz it could go at anytime. damn nor'easter.
X3 I loooooooved the videos!! Thank you Lisa!! *cuddles forever* They were so cute! I love your kitty cat. She did a wonderful job of helping It only makes me want snow here even more. I grew up with tons of snow (Michigan is surrounded by lakes of course!) but we never get so much so early. You can call me offically jealous, although I am not jealous that you have to shovel. That much I hate about snow. I'm dreading that so much when it gets snowy here. I'm not going to think about that though! Happy snowy thoughts!
"I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs. Boy you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue." -Ryan Ross .
Here is a crappy pic of me in my Halloween costume. I am a serial killer, oh and I should tell you my costume too. Haha, just kidding. I don't kill people. I have better pictures but I cannot get them off of my phone.
Taking all of my pics offline for safety reasons. Sorry.
I am not going trick-or-treating this year. I wasn't even going to go last year but I was called upon at the last second. My plans for Halloween are to have a Doctor Who marathon and swoon over Matt Smith.
Anyways... Happy Halloween all! <3
Last edited by Kendall Saarinen on February 12th, 2012, 11:53 pm, edited 1 time in total.
"I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs. Boy you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue." -Ryan Ross .