Rage of angels

Rage of angels
". . . Tell us of the secret hosts of evil, O Cimon . . ."
"Their names may not be spake aloud
lest they profane mortal lips,
for they came out of unholy darknesses
and attacked the heavens,
but they were driven away by the rage of angels. . ."
from Diagolues of Chios




~ || . || ~

# Posté le samedi 15 décembre 2007 04:23

Modifié le mardi 19 août 2008 02:50

Harsh Reality

Harsh Reality
Ahh, traversing over many nights
frozen dreams and fading tears
warm me, warm me, wrap me!

my heart: still inside your heart
my body: not worth searching for
my soul: dead and buried somewhere

once again someone will be crying somewhere today.
living on with my fate of cold smiles.
hanging on to things I cannot lose.

I hate this soul that can't love anyone.
dragging along the memories of the past
what colour will this body be tainted by?
I search for that answer

I stand right here even now
unwithering flowers are beautiful
blossoming with determined thoughts inside of them
the guilty sky filled with torn clouds
I embraced this never-ending grief!

# Posté le vendredi 08 février 2008 12:00

Modifié le mardi 19 août 2008 02:51

Dяєαмs

Dяєαмs
There was a girl who loved the moon and the stars and she would spend hours staring at them. Though she had everything one could wish for, there was a void in her life. While gazing the sky she saw a shooting star and made a wish. Wished to have someone who could understand the mysterious beauty of the night.

And there came a boy. He loved her, She was reticent . He promised her the world. She laughed it off and agreed to play along. Then came her special day. He promised to be always by her side even if she'll never give a damn about him. Finally girl said yes, Then came the happy days!

One day he left her without any justifications. She acted strong but inside she was broken to bits and pieces. Her girlfriend tried to cheer her up but in vain. Gradually her girlfriend treaded another path. Time passed by, all she did was cry, scream, bleed and pray. Memories, lies, pain, void, no, life, death, you, me. Nothing seemed right.

One day an angel walked in her life. He managed to fill her life with colours again. He helped her in finding herself. He acted as a shield and helped her in mounting her obstacles. He was her guardian angel who listened to all her stories. He made her feel real and alive.

Girl liked him a lot maybe even loved him for he was her closest friend. Then she made a mess by falling for her angel. For mere humans were never meant to be with angels. So she walked away. He was hurt. She knew that look. She understood his pain and frustration, But there was no way out. They could never be together.

Days passed by and she still gazed at the beautiful moon and the stars. Wondering how unreachable they are. A guy laughed as if to say that no star is too high to reach. She smiled. He smiled back. He was someone nice. She could tell even if he was a stranger, He asked if they could be friends. She smiled. She was happy. She answered "Sure provided that you tell me your shampoo's brand name." That's how they became friends.

Time went by, she tried to tell him her story. He listened. He told her his. She listened. They were mere friends. Girl loved him and knew that he was the only one for her. But he'd been hurt before. And she promised that she'll never hurt him. Anyway she just was not worthy enough for him. At times he ignored her. She understood his indifference. Somehow she found her happiness in his. No promises. No hopes. No fears,

That's how the story ends!

# Posté le lundi 18 février 2008 14:20

Modifié le mardi 19 août 2008 02:52

Memories

Memories
A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.
[Edward de Bono]

Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things.
[Pierce Harris,
Atlanta Journa]

Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened

[T.S. Eliot]

One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.

[Emily Dickinson, Time and Eternity]

I have memories - but only a fool stores his past in the future.
[David Gerrold]

Memory itself is an internal rumour.
[George Santayana,
The Life of Reason]

Memory is what tells a man that his wife's birthday was yesterday.
[Mario Rocco]

The past is never dead, it is not even past.
[William Faulkner]

It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.

[Barbara Kingsolver,
Animal Dreams]

Life is a rough biography. Memories smooth out the edges.
[Dante G. Roque]

The man with a clear conscience probably has a poor memory.
[Author Unknown]

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
[Lord Byron]

[pff sorry.. just some quotes I came across =) though dunno why I chose this image to go with the article :S]

# Posté le jeudi 28 février 2008 08:20

Modifié le mardi 19 août 2008 02:53

[Try denying this. =)]

[Try denying this. =)]
Behind every move there is a selfish motive!
[Daughter_Of_Darkness]


Why do I write?
To confirm my existence
Why do I breathe?
To understand what is beyond understanding
Why do I laugh?
To run away from the horror living inside me
Why do I dream?
To reach for the unreachable
Why do I walk alone?
To find out the meaning of something important


[Indeed every step I take is a selfish one.. pff maybe I'm really self-centered after all!]

# Posté le jeudi 28 février 2008 08:55

Modifié le mardi 19 août 2008 06:45