On high leans
the pull of your embrace.
That world on high,
listless carved from your eyes,
leery lies, aware-
spiders saunter 'cross your length:
Skitter oily them through air
of ink inlaid-
Ought garish mien
belie yon thin horizon bite?
Purloined scores and strings
wound tight across the seaming
wake, while ever-nascent
ire beguiles confounded joy therein.
Invitatory daubs of stranded webs.
But naught else.
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As shadows curl against the summer haze,
with rattling clouds and will to race
or rush the alloted flair from Heaven´s latter
hand at my disgrace, a waning moon, in stranger
twofold guise, once flicks upon the eyes of one whose surest sin to God no ill did cause but, well,
Hearken! His the mournful sanction: 'tis the clamor of the bell
on yon goddamned church! But not, not damned,
though neither it is blest! At best a whorehouse!
A bethel?, ha!they are just circus-worthy clowns,
naught but boast beneath their breast! Not one crowns
God, as they would say. For God but pries the wholly
unblemished
How a promise whisper'd doth thy soul in soar maintain!
A lie thatou befitted for the word thy mind rejects!
Had thou been there, in heart's domains when night entereth!
How mournful looketh then the stream, which lovelorn gloom assaileth!
'Twas the time of spring's enticing linens to be worn by winter's breeze;
Thou wert worn likewise -- thy spirits clouded thee!
Pangs undreamt followeth;
Thine countenance lush, anxious flutters wrought thine iambic vagaries.
At times methough thee wildly ashine,
alas, night's yon brillance cast'd but-
dim art thou, and dark thine eyes
whose dye maintaineth still thine earthly fortun
Solamente susurrarte
Mi corazón no es tuyo; pecado
es pretender tomarle al otro
lo que tú nunca has prestado.
Solamente mirarte a los ojos,
apreciar en ellos el espanto
y el dolor, cuando converjan
en la forma de mis rasgos.
Solamente ocasionarte un dulce llanto,
que no germine por desdicha,
mas no nazca sin quebranto.
Solamente hacerme cruel,
y oírme así llamado,
por la voz ahogada en dudas
de tus labios.
Solamente ir sonsacando
en ti aires de letargo,
divorciando los albores
de tus dudas y tus ganas.
Solamente entonces, cuando salga tu alma
de la prisión esquiva que has armado,
le daré
Un jardín yace en las sombras,
entre un olvido y un lamento;
El olvido de las monjas,
y el lamento, de los muertos.
Tras las antiguas tapias
de aquel marchito convento,
un néctar poderoso; fe inaudita,
robole al mundo, a mí, almas hermosas.
Cegadas fueron por mentiras majestuosas,
que hacían malditos sus mas íntimos deseos,
los cuales devoraron por falsas ideas.
Rastros hay siquiera de la beatitud de aquellas flores;
Que alguna vez ellas poblaran mil tristes tumbas sin nombres
es de la imaginación grave delirio , es de los despojos grave antojo.
Y los que vivimos fuimos presa de locura,
Y las que
Heartfelt measure of distance
which equates loneliness with need,
and seeing photos over cardboards,
wishes to be there.
Accompanying a moment's sunshine
reflected brieftly, if at all,
heaven's eyes that watch over us,
watch him from her eyes.
And see a boy that sees a girl,
with such a broken gaze, and lost
in all manners of illusions and of madness,
and him abhors.
For he does dares to dream,
for he dares not to act,
for he can only contemplate a wraith
woven from the past,
reaching to the present,
by way of those pure eyes.
Known where they, so known!
Those stars, whose fires are blown.
They are still lit, they are!
Lit the Stars
with the footsteps of your smile
and tears.
Pour the melody in your mind upon
the world, so the most beautiful instant
will be yours to heal
in your most preferred place, to contemplate
the passing time. Do let your hair fall to your side so you
might look as to me you nigh appear
when I dream of lies unheard, and move
unbidden in the recess of your prayers.
I see you. Indolent, inmortal Death.
Her ivory skin, -a gift long sought
by man's mad impassioned sense of love-
the forehead white, bears the likeness of
a heart out of its stream - its own desires confused deep
beneath the silk of light.
A reminder, of times now gone.
There shone with force a hundred flames
from fiery, vivid, dulled eyes.
Abound from all ages from before,
the records of a beauty that could not be be fathomed -
Extinguished, or never born- Or stranger still,
a rarer breed of yore.
Amongst those that find her would,
misleaded by her radiant gown, or pherphaps not.
Who would consciously choose to see the signs that so abound,
small but many, far
On high leans
the pull of your embrace.
That world on high,
listless carved from your eyes,
leery lies, aware-
spiders saunter 'cross your length:
Skitter oily them through air
of ink inlaid-
Ought garish mien
belie yon thin horizon bite?
Purloined scores and strings
wound tight across the seaming
wake, while ever-nascent
ire beguiles confounded joy therein.
Invitatory daubs of stranded webs.
But naught else.
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As shadows curl against the summer haze,
with rattling clouds and will to race
or rush the alloted flair from Heaven´s latter
hand at my disgrace, a waning moon, in stranger
twofold guise, once flicks upon the eyes of one whose surest sin to God no ill did cause but, well,
Hearken! His the mournful sanction: 'tis the clamor of the bell
on yon goddamned church! But not, not damned,
though neither it is blest! At best a whorehouse!
A bethel?, ha!they are just circus-worthy clowns,
naught but boast beneath their breast! Not one crowns
God, as they would say. For God but pries the wholly
unblemished
How a promise whisper'd doth thy soul in soar maintain!
A lie thatou befitted for the word thy mind rejects!
Had thou been there, in heart's domains when night entereth!
How mournful looketh then the stream, which lovelorn gloom assaileth!
'Twas the time of spring's enticing linens to be worn by winter's breeze;
Thou wert worn likewise -- thy spirits clouded thee!
Pangs undreamt followeth;
Thine countenance lush, anxious flutters wrought thine iambic vagaries.
At times methough thee wildly ashine,
alas, night's yon brillance cast'd but-
dim art thou, and dark thine eyes
whose dye maintaineth still thine earthly fortun
Heartfelt measure of distance
which equates loneliness with need,
and seeing photos over cardboards,
wishes to be there.
Accompanying a moment's sunshine
reflected brieftly, if at all,
heaven's eyes that watch over us,
watch him from her eyes.
And see a boy that sees a girl,
with such a broken gaze, and lost
in all manners of illusions and of madness,
and him abhors.
For he does dares to dream,
for he dares not to act,
for he can only contemplate a wraith
woven from the past,
reaching to the present,
by way of those pure eyes.
Known where they, so known!
Those stars, whose fires are blown.
They are still lit, they are!
Lit the Stars
with the footsteps of your smile
and tears.
Pour the melody in your mind upon
the world, so the most beautiful instant
will be yours to heal
in your most preferred place, to contemplate
the passing time. Do let your hair fall to your side so you
might look as to me you nigh appear
when I dream of lies unheard, and move
unbidden in the recess of your prayers.
I see you. Indolent, inmortal Death.
Her ivory skin, -a gift long sought
by man's mad impassioned sense of love-
the forehead white, bears the likeness of
a heart out of its stream - its own desires confused deep
beneath the silk of light.
A reminder, of times now gone.
There shone with force a hundred flames
from fiery, vivid, dulled eyes.
Abound from all ages from before,
the records of a beauty that could not be be fathomed -
Extinguished, or never born- Or stranger still,
a rarer breed of yore.
Amongst those that find her would,
misleaded by her radiant gown, or pherphaps not.
Who would consciously choose to see the signs that so abound,
small but many, far
Send her in this rite, a farewell till later
times when you might see each other fine.
Not in this land, but far.
But now forget, its lost and cannot be maintaned
not yet, you'll see her, then.
Depart then now, free her as she has freed herself.
Let her, as she so wills. Bid her leave with no restraints.
Moon's shadow claim her. Erase her from all earth.
From what i can see. She must not be near me even if I cannot see,
Still.
Clouded sun in midday, turn to ashes, scream.
Pour your tears, for love forgiven grieved.
Take the traces of her heels, reflection of her eyes undid by you,
tell me.
Not now, but on the day this bears a r
To Whom Bears The Name by Dreamer-Of-Fate, literature
Literature
To Whom Bears The Name
To whom bears the name, the boldest claim,
the sign of love, for me laid bare.
A mark or taint, a tell-tale worn in different ways,
but still unchanged
The name remains...
In different spells,
Or different shells.
For so it seems , in truth,
divided one soul amongst the hearts dispersed.
To whom holds the spirits well, a master craft of same gainsay,
On different face/nor different smile.
A different gaze, alike their shallow light.
To whom bears the name, to her I say
You are but one, so many yet!
Is not but her! A simple frame!
In truth, my fear is just the name.
How a promise whisper'd doth thy soul in soar maintain!
A lie thatou befitted for the word thy mind rejects!
Had thou been there, in heart's domains when night entereth!
How mournful looketh then the stream, which lovelorn gloom assaileth!
'Twas the time of spring's enticing linens to be worn by winter's breeze;
Thou wert worn likewise -- thy spirits clouded thee!
Pangs undreamt followeth;
Thine countenance lush, anxious flutters wrought thine iambic vagaries.
At times methough thee wildly ashine,
alas, night's yon brillance cast'd but-
dim art thou, and dark thine eyes
whose dye maintaineth still thine earthly fortun
...Parece que esta de vuelta >.>
Eso significa que me pasare mas por estos lares, ya que (si a ella le da la gana) podre volver a escribir, lo que se significa que seguire subiendo escritos.
No es que no haya escrito absolutamente nada en este lapso, sin embargo... bueh, en realidad no tengo excusas. He escrito muy poco pero espero remediar la situación.
Si pierdo de vista mi meta, no quiero ni pensar lo que me podría pasar...
También es probable que suba otra fotomanipulacion, si me animo a terminarla.
Ehem, eso es todo por ahora...
Chau~
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Bueno, ya era hora de reemplazar la entrada anterior, y que mejor forma que haciendole publicidad a ls (https://www.deviantart.com/s) deviants que han hecho sketches o dibujos de mis personajes?
Lastima que no tengo suscripcion, por lo que solo puedo poner un simple link...
Supongo que algo es mejor que nada xD
Aqui vamos (Por orden cronologico):
Teal - http://shadowchii.deviantart.com/art/Teal-82758857 - :iconshadowchii:
Teal - http://meda-chan.deviantart.com/art/for-dreamer-of-fate-88293197 - :iconmeda-chan:
Aleira Fiersa