Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Blah
I haven't been doing well lately, for all intended purposes I seem fine, but a facade works very well.

any ways I'm gonna put in a continuation of my story Winters Grasp and also a blank verse crappy poem at the end that I wrote earlier to day when I was having my minor mental break down. You have to read any of it if ya dont want to.





Her arms swung limply at her sides beneath the cape, her fingers turning blue with cold but she noticed not the frozen feeling that tore at her appendages.

Her hair was that of thread of flaxen pale sun, the tips of which bled into a pale silver. Shoulder length it hung around her head in a curtain which floated on the passing breeze that bit at her exposed flesh. But further on she trudged, picking her way through the perilous path among the valleys barren trees, ice pocketing dips and trenches; disguising them from her weary eyes.

Ice wept from the branches overhead and they broke and chipped when the wind shook the branches; falling down in tiny fragments against the piled snowflakes.

The wind blew, colder and harsher against her chapped and wind burned skin, she breathed heavily in pain, pain from flesh wounds she has endured many ages before, though those of the emotion lasted far longer, and took far more to heal.

Lost in her minds caverns she never perceived the treacherous ice covering the steep fall to the ground from the root of an Ancient tree. One booted foot stepped carelessly onto the thin layer of frozen water and down she went wretched from her thoughts and thrown into panic as she desperately tried to grasp onto a slick root, the ice melting beneath her chilled blue fingers and plunging her down three feet into the packed snow; her head landing soundly with a sickening against a buried granite stone.

Her world slowly slipped into darkness, red blood coagulating against the pure ivory coldness.




When our eyes meet, chapter one

Pounding swirls of pain and ache assaulted her awaking mind, several moments of time were spent with eyes closed and breathe held in pain; an unfamiliar pain. Thoughts, disjointed sentences drifted across her mind and the events prior to the pain began to reveal themselves.

Images of a path through surrounding trees, thoughts on the past, and then the fall, the plummet into darkness, all resurfaced.

A moan escapes past her lips and she froze in thought, all pain forgotten, as the air which hit her once frozen lips not longer stung with heat, but rather mixed with an already blistering heat. The frozen tundra of winter rattled a shudder near by and her lavender eyes snapped open; widening as they were greeted with a sight that both intrigued her and startled her into flinching, obscuring her view was a pair of eyes the color of moonless stars, shinning with the brilliance of deep silver and rimmed in a wide band of charcoal. They blinked.

She backed up, pain resonated through her shoulder and she gasped.

Quickly the owner of the silver eyes was standing next to the bed, hands on her still caped shoulder, squeezing various points and regions until a low mummer of pain escaped her lips. He frowned.

“It appears to only be sprained, but I’m afraid you will not be doing any traveling.” His voice was a weak baritone and held genuine concern as to her welfare. Against her feeble protests he gently pushed on her shoulders to sink her back into the heat of the bed, warming her sore body.












A dreamer by nature
I see those un-trodden ice fields
And wish to be there
To live with no yield

And yet here I am
It’s where I belong
Tell me who will heal my soul
That has wished to get away for so long

And I can think of no rhyme
No graceful words to say
That may rise from my heart
And grace these tears that fall as I write.

For the first time
I’m saying what’s in my soul
The things I have wished
For, and end of what fells rotten

I’m not special,
Not talented
But I do dream
And it hurts so much

For that’s all they will be
Dreams, always.

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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Anywhere, anyway
I shouldn't have let you go
on that winter day in fallen snow
I should have said stay
then the tears wouldn't be here today.
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Saturday, August 18, 2007

Post posty post post
I suggest someone starts a Lord of the rings club on Myo. I would do it but alas my computer messes up daily so I cant sign out and then sign back in.

This post if for the purpose of an opinion on the start of my response to FutureNovelists latest challenge.

Please read and comment on it, it's not that long, only about a page of typeing. I'll love ya for ever ^_^ (dearly)



Winters grasp

Across the endless expanse of the white blanket, tiny snow drops falling from the sky sparkling like crystals from frozen treasure, she trudged. Trenches revealed her past path, deep lines in the white feature, shadowed grey to black by the gloomy light.

The wind sung through the snow covered valley, the verdant land hibernating in winters grasp. Far off in the distance stood the tall bulks of ancient mountains, snow pilled over the treacherous slopes of which were lost high into the wispy grey clouds.

Puffs of air left the girls wind-chapped russet lips in clouds of warm mist. Her cheeks tinted red with cold. Her features are dainty and pale, even against the snows. A small button nose rested above full lips, her cheeks were full and round accenting the circular shape of her head. But the most extraordinary feature that graced her face was her eyes.

Not blue, not brown, as were the most common of the colors among the men and woman that walked this earth, no they were of the rarest color. A pair of deep honey-glazed pale lavender eyes rested beneath pale eyebrows and black lashes. Among their depths laid tales of old, and wise beyond the years gracing her young stature. They held brief flashes of emotion but they remained as mellow as the winter herself, serene and calm.

She walked amongst the barren trees, eyes downcast to the white mass, the mountains looming as her distant destination. A long faded riding cape adorned her weak shoulders, a hood hung carelessly behind against her back. She wore an earthy sweater and tight seal hide leggings that were tucked into thin fabric boots, their skin dyed with melted snow, thin tendrils of frozen water which cracked and broke with her every step.

Her arms swung limply at her sides beneath the came, her fingers turning blue with cold but she noticed not the frozen feeling that tore at her appendages.

Her hair was that of thread of flaxen pale sun, the tips of which bled into a pale silver. Shoulder length it hung around her head in curtain floated on the passing breeze that bit at her exposed flesh.

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Thursday, August 16, 2007

Another day, All I have to show, all I can say
Another day
feeling sick and alone
misplaced.

Another wish
being all I hold,
being misplaced.

Another year, another jeer
from their harsh stares
being misplaced.

Another dream
of peace and happiness,
perhaps God has misplaced mine.
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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Oh no another one of my midnight ramblings
Welp It's one something and I am quite tired, but sleep can wait.

Today my lesson is baised and unfair.

It's about people who think they know everything thing and they try to change something of yours to conform to their likings, and there are how many billion people in the world? I am NOT going to change it just for them, especially when it comes to writing.

Lesson one, I hate those kind of people, now if they were stating a widely agreed upon fact then maybe they can reach me but until then, screw them.

Alright I feel better End of lesson one. Yeah I'm feeling kinda harsh tonight, oh well.

My friend Amber is having a back to school party (not a booze party mind you, most of use are 14) tomorrow from 8pm until midnight, so it's gonna freaking rock because we're gonna walk to the schools old track and mess around with a soccer ball and challenge each other and what not, and emily is going to go but for only a half night, and I hope Mitch can go so I'm not left all alone with amber and a bunch of people I dont know (I'm telling ya I'm a wall ornament, no one knows I exist, I'm invisible, and easily forgotten.), but thats about it for tomorrow, school starts on thursday, and I still dont have any art, which is (pardon my hoobity hobbity whatty) bullshit, because I'm supposed to have Art, I will die without art, but I have to sit in a different class room for 6 fucking days before I can even change my thing. Son of a nut craker! Our school is so gay.


Long live Tolkien, free the Elves, and stop hurting the orcs.

~~Akiko44
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Sunday, August 12, 2007

Mae govannen,
Did you know that the majority of Shakespeares plays were written in a form of poetry called blank verse, the type of poetry the reseblems english sentences the closest?

Emily had agreed to help me with creating my goblin language, and she has also agreed to learn elvish with me, so yay. I told my mom I was going to create my own language and she said point blank I have too much time on my hand-

*breaks into song* Too much time on my hands, to to to to much time hands.... Sorry, I get my love for oldies songs from my mom.

Anyways I've been thinking and Tolkien's most developed language still cant be called a complete language because there is so many words he left out, so my idea is to make sure I have a word for every word in my dictionary, and the words pertaining to anything about guys will end in some letter, and things pertaining to girls will end in a different letter. For goblin wars I'm just going to require a few phrases, but if I like the way the language sounds then I'll continue to develope it, and I've been thinking recently that I dont want to end the series after Goblin Wars, I'm too attatched to Ari to do that now, but I need some help on a plot line for a third book, any ideas? I was thinking of having her train with the Elves and having to over the forests mysterys and perhaps discovering her true heritage as a half pixie.

Does it sound good? I might put another half to the last book after she discovers who her mom is, because well..... Eoin left her to...... go to war, and I'm not sure if I'm gonna have him return or not, yes I'm evil I know, but it's just too tempting.
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Saturday, August 11, 2007

Ode To Haldir
Evening star shines bright
With the light of a new soul
The evergreen trees welcome you
With graceful movements venture forth

Tawny hair surrounds you
In the everlasting moonlight
Staining you silver with beams
Up there with the stardust

Edro gur lín
Open your heart

For

Melin ceni hin lin síla i 'eladhach
I love to see your eyes shine when you laugh

Do not think of it as a passing
But continue brother into the Queens land
Of shadow and dew
Your silver eyes shall bring you us

We lay down you
Fellow friend, blood as silver as mine
Travel fast and swift
Ode to Haldir



(fixed up a bit so the elvish wont be screwed up so there's and omitted a and an e. Dedicated to the magical wolrds of Tolkien.)

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Melin ceni hin lîn síla i 'eladhach
Melin ceni hin lîn síla i 'eladhach
I love to see your eyes shine when you laugh.

Recently I have taken a liking to tolkiens Elven language and I am attepting to learn it. Some of the words are simply beautiful in it's self.

I also stumbled quite blindly across a language making site where it gives you solid info on how to make your own language, so for Goblin Wars that is my goal, to make a Goblin language that plays a huge role in the beginning because Ari does not understand what they are saying, which is one of the main reasons that the army captain (who is a human looking creature of mixed blood) tells Ari he loves her in Goblin, never intending for her too know what he said but unfortunatly she understood him thinks to the lessons she has gotten from the old man that trains in place of the then Dead Eyla (dont worry if you dont know what I'm talking about, alot of people dont) and well when the captain dies saving Ari, he wishes Ari and Eoin the best of luck and she spends four days locked in her room from depression, finally Storm is able to convince her to come out (-_-' just short of using her dragon fire to burn the enchanted doors off, she's one feisty dragon that storm Pearl). taddaaaaa the end of my ramblings.

Now I shall leave you with some words of wisdom, Prevent the Sanguine tint as long as possible but know that you cannot abate it's presence, for blood runs thick in all of us, giving russet complexions, and some is bound to be spilt; regardless of good or bad.
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Friday, August 10, 2007

Melodious
Life, doesn't move forward for those stuck in the past.

Instead we stand, everfast against the tide of revolution that continues to break futher and further into our minds. So for now I'll turn my back and listen to the Rhapsody of life, the way the wind caresses through staggered trees and the way it dances the grass, giving life its musical pattern.

I'm in a particular mood today, and I dont know what to do about it.

My lotr's soundtrack always makes me calm and it soothes me, the way the violins weave a sinister web and the elven hymns that breach beauty long wanted. But today it just makes me wish, so many different wishes that I cant think straight. Why can't I just spend forever locked away in a high tower, listening to music, and making my own; using the earth and wind as my teacher.

Stardust is a wonderful movie and if you get the chance to see it I suggested you do. What vex's me though is the fact that Ashley didn't invite Emily, sure she invited Mitch, who couldn't go, and me, who could go, but it made me kinda lonely because Bethany and Jamie went and I really dont know them. I still dont know why she wouldn't invite Emily.

I'm done broding, you can leave now, sorry to have bothered you.
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Wednesday, August 8, 2007

*sigh*
I'm kinda in a down mood today so no deep words in this post.

I'm going over to ashley's on thursday and on friday we're going to see Stardust.

I miss emily and mitch, but they'll be back on thursday i think.



Edit- I changed my mind, I'll enclude a poem.


Whispers on the wind

Like the limbs of spiders
It caresses the trees and stirs
Broken and browned leaves

Larks soar, their wings plastered against a dreary sky
On the whispers they rise
Ever higher into ice fields of pillows condensed

The mass of grey and blue whittles away at giants of
Granite, streaked and colored uniquely
Sand sinks down, erosion it’s maker

Salty water laps at her numb feet
The air tickles her skin and grasps at
Her unbound hair, the tresses golden in setting sun

Low and harmonious it starts
Welling up from within
In a voice not but her own

Over her vocal cords and swelling against her closed mouth
Her russet lips part, breath leaking out
Swiftly and colored lowly by the beginning

Tears leak steadily, falling without notice
Her eyes close, shutting the orbs
Off to a harsh and unrelenting mother nature

She’s rested on a rock
Made of her own soul and hopes
Of a love

She sang odes and words
Not known to man
For she was higher placed then the gods

And yet she cries for that very reason
She has the wind
She has the sea

But she sings for what was once lost
And now beyond reach
Her lost sailor, swallowed by the gallows

She blames her self, her tears
Are for his eyes only
But she is alone

With only the wind to answer
Her calls of sadness and pain
Steadily and forever a rain falls over her

Songstress of the sea


(It's in free verse)
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