"As the seed buried in the earth cannot imagine itself as an orchid or hyacinth, neither can a heart packed with hurt imagine itself loved or at peace. The courage of the seed is that once cracking, it cracks all the way." ~ Mark Nepo
Dedicated to the my favourite hero of olympus - Leo Valdez
Valdez : son of the brave.
"I figure the world is basically a machine. I don't know who made it, if it was the Fates, or the gods, or the capital-G god or whatever. But it chugs along the way it's supposed to most of the time. Sure, little pieces break off and stuff goes haywire once in a while, but mostly... things happen for a reason."
~Rick Riordan, The House of Hades (The Heroes of Olympus, #4)
Eon : an immeasurably or indefinitely long period of time
Written from the POV of an injured vampire.who drinks blood off dead animals and dead bodies only. He doesn't harm any innocent living being. Vampires live on blood.They maybe immortal, but without blood in their bodies they are as good as dead.
A thirsty vampire is like a drunk man in rain. He is not aware of his actions or his whereabouts.
"It is how we are made. We are drained, blooded, and buried. When he digs his own way out of a grave, that is when a vampire is born." ~cassandra clare
If I were to disappear like darkness into the night If I were to disappear like a raindrop into an ocean If I were to disappear like a shooting star would anybody notice my pen being lonely
If I were to crumble to pieces like a dried leaf allowing myself to lay beneath your feet would you try to piece me back or let me lay in defeat
If I were to shine like every other star could you point to me with conviction or would I blend in without any uniqueness
These insecurities of mine are fleeting for I'll disappear into waters of the drowning letting myself sink into the depths of the night I'll disappear like a shooting star burning above the earth in a blaze of self destruction then maybe I'll finally be remembered fondly by you
Once when I was young, I chased amber sunsets in my rainbow bicycle along the green hills I called home. Oh! But the ding dong of my bike's sing song made Old Yueri chuckle boyishly.
Once when I was young, I'd fashion hairdos out of mama's precious muslin scarves and wear her black stilettos to wobble around the kitchen, much to Papa's delight and mama's exasperated mortification.
Once when I was young, the marigolds and the hyacinths in our backyard stood taller than me and I'd stare and stare in green envy till (I fancy) I morphed into them and grew flowers out my bedazzled orbs.
Once when I was young, I raced in glee to the mountain's call. Perched atop his shoulder, I cupped my hands and yodelled aloud my love and pranced in mirth to hear the birds the animals echo back their love to me.
And now I've outgrown the flowers. The mountains, I love, grow houses out of them. But should I meet a fairy who'd humour me, I'd like to go back to chasing butterflies barefoot under the golden autumn sun every dreamy eve.
A drop of rain blinks On your forehead, There's a name For every teardrop Paragliding on your pale cheeks That used to be pretty when pinched, When the sky breaks down On a lonely morning And a song dies in your lungs Like a sudden weather disturbance, You offer a silent prayer And a thanksgiving For what doesn't kill you, And when night rolls in Like a magic carpet And sadness sweeps you away To never-never land, Breathless, You sink and float In a bubble breath to survive the mayhem, Wishing for a starlight To take you to the edge of a daydream And kiss your pain for the last time, You patiently wait For healing to knock on your door.
The Caryotte is: A 12 line poem, made up of 6 couplets Composed with head and tail rhyme in each couplet. Rhyme scheme a-b a-b c-d c-d e-f e-f g-h g-h i-j i-j k-l k-l axx xb axx xb cxx xd cxx xd exx xf exx xf gxx xh gxx xh ixx xj ixx xj kxx xl kxx xl