Friday, December 30, 2005

Fabricated

At night I toss and turn in my bed of needles, questioning the scrap fabric memories of my past, mixed up like a patchwork quilt. You tell your flowing lies of silk, as vivid as velvet and thickly detailed like corduroy. I am your fabricated child, from the twisted sewing machine of your deranged and cruel mind. I was once as enchanting as satin, decorated with tears and holes, now tragically in tatters. In the end, I am too torn to be mended, I cannot be stitched back together again.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love this, very vivid and powerful imagery. It is a very emptional poem.

12/31/2005 02:55:00 pm  
Blogger Lady Yuki Shizuka said...

I got some of the inspiration from the most unlikely of sources for this piece; a mini-bust of Pinhead from Hellraiser ;) The original that I worked around for this piece was also intended originally for something else.

12/31/2005 06:17:00 pm  

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Sunday, December 25, 2005

Black Rose Christmas

Go where the black rose soundly sleeps, in the garden of silence, where books move restlessly, longing to be read. Gently waken the sleeping rose, nearly lost in dream-filled slumber. Take the waking rose, longing for the warm rays of the sun, and take her to the land of falling snow, with plains of shimmering crystal. Carry her to the giant emerald tree, where the mysterious gifts and offerings are laid. Before these gifts can open, words of forgiveness must be said. Many of the gifts are opened, all of the offerings are feasted upon, not one left untried. The day is past and yet the snow remains falling. the fragile black rose sleeps once more in the garden of silence, where nothing is heard. But everything is seen.

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Blogger JM SJ said...

we are surrounded by all kinds of frills and colorfully lights at christmas but deep inside many lurks a haunting, gaping silence... which a world is not enough to fill... our heart continues to long, never gets fully satiated...

yet there are moments when it feels like we are filled to the brim, at least even just for a fleeting moment... like forgiveness, love, even pain... then back to silence again...

12/28/2005 03:52:00 pm  
Blogger Lady Yuki Shizuka said...

I remember hearing from someone that you can't measure happiness, which is true, and that things such as fame, money and beauty fade away in time. We can only be happy for a while but not find eternal happiness. I'm guessing Christmas is more of a material thing with the presents these days.

12/28/2005 05:05:00 pm  
Blogger Unknown said...

Your poetry is profound and emotive. It strikes a chord with me. I like it all, especially Petals and Punishment. This is how I see our angels as well.
I think Christmas is changing, making a circle. Someday it will be just about giving again. It is a sleeping black rose right now.

12/29/2005 02:16:00 am  
Blogger Lady Yuki Shizuka said...

Thanks for all your comments :) It's really nice to get feedback. I hope this helps with the semi-writer's block I'm suffering from at the moment, (Writer's block = bad) the novel I'm trying to do is progressing "like a period" at the moment.

12/31/2005 06:10:00 pm  

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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Landscape of Dying Love

The world is crowded with many souls, all I see is a white emptiness. I see many bleeding hearts littering the landscape, bleeding out their sorrows, drowning themselves in the process. As I keep walking this path of nothing, I see rusted chains and shackles, once accompanied by bonded hands now wilting littered in the path I must walk. I remember searching for someone to love a long time ago. halfway through my search, I gave up, knowing that looking for the elusive prince charming was of no use. For both failure and reward I wander through an aimless path, through the garden of flower bouquets tied with now frayed ribbons, rotting away as I walk doomed to everlasting loneliness.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Very nice, I really liked this, some great imagery.

12/24/2005 02:42:00 pm  
Blogger Lady Yuki Shizuka said...

Like "Petals and Punishment" I was having a little bit of a hard time with this one but this one took a few minutes to get over, not two days, which is great I'd say.

12/24/2005 03:01:00 pm  

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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Drifting

Drifting away slowly like a swimming fish caught by ocean current drifting... drifting... where do I go? swimming along where does it lead me to? endless ocean carry me away...

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Friday, December 16, 2005

Fragment of a Symphony: Petals and Punishment

My angel has fallen from grace today. It breaks her heart to know that she has failed me. It breaks my heart to hear, "No, say it is not so!" She inevitably welcomes the embrace of cold and shackled chains, her once unmarked wings turning to black as she slowly falls to her knees. "Forgive me." I hear her say as I gather up the nine blackened tails of agony and misery. I decorate her with autographs, signs and symbols that blush of many roses, as I magnify our symphony with the numbers of perfection and change. The chorale that greets my ears is one of much needed redemption; another chance that only I can give. "The pain of it all will cleanse your mind and sharpen your thought." I say to her at last as I put my misery machine away to be played with another day, between us after, there is many a thing for us to say. As the rosy wounds on her snow pale body begin to swell, she takes my hand and nears it to her lips as the crimson petals from her paleness starts to flow like nectar turned to wine.

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Very dark with such vivid imagery, I enjoyed the short little verses at the very begining.

12/19/2005 01:19:00 pm  
Blogger Lady Yuki Shizuka said...

It took me two days to finish this piece off, I was having a few problems writing this at the beginning-to-middle bits, and also when it came to putting it all together. Glad to hear that you enjoyed it :)

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Thursday, December 15, 2005

List 10 things that people are always surprised to find out about you ~ As part of Daydreaming on Paper

1. I don't like bubblegum 2. I hate pumpkin 3. I like foreign food 4. I spend my money on comics than clothes or make-up 5. I collect other strange things 6. I listen to more than one genre of music 7. I listen to foreign bands and groups 8. I CAN eat black licorice 9. I like drinking ale 10. I can stand foods hotter than vindaloo curry

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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Fragment of a Symphony: The Bonding

In the elegant domed structure with silver gilded walls trimmed with crystal, with many flights of different stairs leading to an endless number of places within, time stopped ticking away in the world. Here, the two of them stood together in silence after the four other candidates wished the chosen mentor well and left both the girl and the sleek green skinned humanoid robot alone. You're nervous! Relax, little one. Whoever was the owner of the calm and warm voice speaking in the girl's head was right. “I am trying.” She could feel herself shake slightly in her would-be mentor's presence, causing her to curl her right hand into a fist, letting her black lacquered nails continuously dig into the skin deeply, letting a few drops of blood fall to the white and grey streaked marble floor. “Shall we proceed then?” the voice that spoke to her earlier was of course her mentor's own. He looked at her in such a way that it made her feel like her thoughts were being peeled and revealed, layer by layer, leaving her to be quite exposed. She nodded in acknowledgment and remained resolute. Will you accept me as your Master and complete the chosen bond between us? A smile crept on the silent girl's lips as she advanced even closer, with warm feelings that remained dormant in her heart for so long finally stirring at last. The accepted Master felt happy not only for himself, but for her as well. From nowhere, a hymn playing above the entire city could be heard as testimony of their flowering union. Yay te, yay klayj erz, dayt erjuuhe taev, duu zhee'eegl azhe'ee ehglr. juhrde'e veyj vayte owglue. The wound inflicted earlier on her palm still echoed with pain as it trickled and bled, leaving small drops and puddles of blood on the floor and invisible stains on her black dress. Knowing that it was time, she fell to one knee before her Master and held his skeletal left hand that appeared before her and brought the strangely warm hand to her rosy lips and kissed the bonding ring worn on his ring finger, completing the bond between them. Yay Ujegl eedee ay aa ayd-ewji yayj, yay erjuuhe azhe'ee te yew ewklow ya tee aa kleer rew ehjiee uutae, ey ehzhrzhe azhe'ee ehzhrzoh. A similar ring to his own appeared on the ring finger of her right hand. Her chosen Master looked at the kneeling girl and said, “You won't change your mind, will you?” He really had hoped that she wouldn't suddenly change at the last moment, fearing the opportunity he had been waiting to happen for nearly an eternity would slip away from him. If the Master had a heart of his own, it would be pounding in fear. To his surprise, the girl smiled at his question, trying to suppress the urge to laugh at her Master for being so uneasy. Yay Ruuj uuzow tehzhee zekl owgl, yay Ayd-ewj azhe'ee Ayd kluy zhrayr ayyee agl klehy. Ey ayja zer glehea, ayja zer glehea. Zhree zar aeduu... zhree zar aeduu... At that instant, time started to slip quietly back into the world around them, causing the dome above to be decorated with a thin film of ice and falling snow from the skies. “No, I will not.” she replied at last. Although he dreaded her final answer, he just had to ask. “Why?” The ring on her own finger was still glowing a bright green as she glimpsed his face and answered sincerely, “I am yours.” even though the hymn was sung to the rest of the city and the world around them, echoes of the uplifting song floated up to greet the ears of both Apprentice and Master, exiting from the crystal and silver dome above their heads. It was not until then that the Master noticed the blood-red stain on his hand.

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Yep, remember how I was trying to do a start on Nocturne Symphony on Arcane? This the start of it that I'm using now. I've decided to scrap the prologue that I've posted last time and put something else (this piece) in its place.

12/15/2005 09:09:00 am  

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Arcane Submissions ~ What is Despair?

(original) What is despair? It is the thing you get when everything falls apart in front of you? Is it when you know it's over, so you drop your sword and shield and fall to your knees in surrender? Is it when you feel a lead brick pressing on you, trying to tell you something inevitable is going to happen? Is it when you start your tears flowing in the mirror and nothing but blackness clouds your thoughts? Is it when everyone looks at you as if you failed something big? Let me tell you what it is: The bleakness The shivering The tears The helplessness The worries The sleepless nights The...? ...pain.. in the chest.. the cold, sharp arrows? the dragging weights inside pulling down into the depths, the black black depths. Never to return. That's what it is. (Silver Wynd's edit) What is despair? Is it the thing you feel when everything falls apart in front of you? Is it when you know it's over, so you drop your sword and shield; fall to your knees in surrender? Is it when you feel a lead brick pressing on you, trying to tell you something inevitable is going to happen? Is it when your tears start flowing in the mirror and nothing but blackness clouds your thoughts? Is it when everyone looks at you as if you failed something big? Let me tell you what it is: The bleakness The shivering The tears The helplessness The worries The sleepless nights The...? ...pain.. in the chest.. the cold, sharp arrows? the dragging weights inside pulling down into the depths, the black black depths. Never to return. I've decided to put this feedbacked poem in here just incase Achithyn wipes the site clean and installs the new one (as all AAF members have hopefully read in the announcements). So this is like a "backup" operation, if you know what I mean. New comments for this piece is also welcome!

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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Submission!

Here, read this: Hiya Thanks for your submission. We'll publish it in issue 4, out around the second week of Feb 06. Kind regards Sioux Tempestt reAKT! magazine www.reakt.com.au Suite 4, 2684 Albany Highway, KELMSCOTT WA 6111 Phone 9495 1433 Fax 9495 1533 art@reakt.com.au Yay! I've finally submitted something to reAKT Magazine, which an art and literature magazine for teenagers that also has articles on other topics concerning them in this day and age. I can't wait to see the issue with my work in it!

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Thursday, December 08, 2005

Master and Apprentice Hymn ~ The Bond

This is my first attempt at rhyming for the English bits of this writing blog, can you believe it? Yay te, yay klayj erz, dayt erjuuhe taev, duu zhee'eegl azhe'ee ehglr. juhrde'e veyj vayte owglue. Yay Ujegl eedee ay aa ayd-ewji yayj, yay erjuuhe azhe'ee te yew ewklow ya tee aa kleer rew ehjiee uutae, ey ehzhrzhe azhe'ee ehzhrzoh. Yay Ruuj uuzow tehzhee zekl owgl, yay Ayd-ewj azhe'ee Ayd kluy zhrayr ayyee agl klehy. Ey ayja zer glehea, ayja zer glehea. Zhree zar aeduu... zhree zar aeduu... Galwan to English translation The Ring, the binding thing, bonding chains slither, wrap around and tighten, forbidden powers silently strengthen. The Chosen made into a Master's servant, the chains and Ring that binds her in a state of joyous worship, being fevered and fervent. The Pledge has been solemnly spoken, the Master and Apprentice's sacred bond cannot be broken. Once it is done, it is done. I am yours... I am yours...

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Blogger JM SJ said...

loki, i like this one. i can resonate with it very much. bespeaks of the meaning of committment to someone or something. a committment wrapped in mystery.

12/13/2005 02:52:00 pm  
Blogger Lady Yuki Shizuka said...

Thank you for that. I included my conlang as well in this one.

12/13/2005 03:11:00 pm  

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Monday, December 05, 2005

List The Toys You Loved As A Child ~ As a Part of Day Dreaming on Paper

my Wolverine action figure (with one arm) the bucket of Lego the PVC & pipe "cubby house" the plastic "cooking" set with plastic food to "cook" the toy blender (that acted as a real one) my sister's toy sewing machine (see above description) my Tamiya car (which I still have) the toy piano the toy electric guitar the toy battery-operated "CD player" my Hotstuff plushie (which I still own after all these years)

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List the 10 Attributes That You Value Most In Other People With Whom You Interact ~ As Part of Day Dreaming on Paper

Let's see... Paying attention Valueing opinions Having different opinions Laughing when appropriate Sharing information Putting in information Interacting in more ways than one Understanding Talking about different subjects Talking about different themes that concern

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Sunday, December 04, 2005

NEWS FLASH!

My sister found a free magazine that wants original artwork and writings to be submitted for their next issue, it reads:

Want to get involved? We are looking for more people to contribute to the creation of the next issue. If you're aged between 12 and 25 and would like to become part of our team, drop us an email. Don't think your work isn't good enough to grace these pages - beauty is in the eye of the beholder. We are individuals whose creative outlets are vastly different. All work has artistic merit so get sending.*
Wow, this sounds rather promising. If I get something to be published in the magazine, wish me luck and hope it does get published! *The following info belongs to reAKT! Magazine, copyright 2005

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Friday, December 02, 2005

My Sadness ~ Yew Jayjis Raegl yay Zhrery

My sadness runs like cloudy water. hearing those four words that chill what is left of my fragile heart and weary mind, I feel the remains of my heart freeze and go numb, only to feel pain spike through like the shard of ice I have become; cold and unfeeling. My tears begin like gentle droplets of rain and flow unforgiving, in the form of deep and glistening miniature rivers. Through my water-blurred eyes I look at you, as you become nothing but a haze to me now. My dearly liked and once-loved friend, you are easy to see and hard to get near, even if I know you well. As you leave me like a puddle after the melting of snow, my watery heart and mind begins to hopelessly drown into a sea of sorrow.

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This was very nice, I quite enjoyed it. Lovely imagery.

12/03/2005 02:35:00 pm  
Blogger Lady Yuki Shizuka said...

To me it's a first "personal" one that I've done about a friend.

12/03/2005 02:47:00 pm  

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Creative Commons License This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.1 Australia License. |W|P|113590416835842112|W|P|Fabricated|W|P|droidmechanica@gmail.com12/31/2005 02:55:00 pm|W|P|Anonymous Anonymous|W|P|I love this, very vivid and powerful imagery. It is a very emptional poem.12/31/2005 06:17:00 pm|W|P|Blogger Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|I got some of the inspiration from the most unlikely of sources for this piece; a mini-bust of Pinhead from Hellraiser ;) The original that I worked around for this piece was also intended originally for something else.12/25/2005 02:02:00 pm|W|P|Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|Go where the black rose soundly sleeps, in the garden of silence, where books move restlessly, longing to be read. Gently waken the sleeping rose, nearly lost in dream-filled slumber. Take the waking rose, longing for the warm rays of the sun, and take her to the land of falling snow, with plains of shimmering crystal. Carry her to the giant emerald tree, where the mysterious gifts and offerings are laid. Before these gifts can open, words of forgiveness must be said. Many of the gifts are opened, all of the offerings are feasted upon, not one left untried. The day is past and yet the snow remains falling. the fragile black rose sleeps once more in the garden of silence, where nothing is heard. But everything is seen.
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|W|P|113549171534854170|W|P|Black Rose Christmas|W|P|droidmechanica@gmail.com12/28/2005 03:52:00 pm|W|P|Blogger JM SJ|W|P|we are surrounded by all kinds of frills and colorfully lights at christmas but deep inside many lurks a haunting, gaping silence... which a world is not enough to fill... our heart continues to long, never gets fully satiated...

yet there are moments when it feels like we are filled to the brim, at least even just for a fleeting moment... like forgiveness, love, even pain... then back to silence again...12/28/2005 05:05:00 pm|W|P|Blogger Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|I remember hearing from someone that you can't measure happiness, which is true, and that things such as fame, money and beauty fade away in time. We can only be happy for a while but not find eternal happiness. I'm guessing Christmas is more of a material thing with the presents these days.12/29/2005 02:16:00 am|W|P|Blogger Unknown|W|P|Your poetry is profound and emotive. It strikes a chord with me. I like it all, especially Petals and Punishment. This is how I see our angels as well.
I think Christmas is changing, making a circle. Someday it will be just about giving again. It is a sleeping black rose right now.12/31/2005 06:10:00 pm|W|P|Blogger Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|Thanks for all your comments :) It's really nice to get feedback. I hope this helps with the semi-writer's block I'm suffering from at the moment, (Writer's block = bad) the novel I'm trying to do is progressing "like a period" at the moment.12/21/2005 06:12:00 pm|W|P|Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|The world is crowded with many souls, all I see is a white emptiness. I see many bleeding hearts littering the landscape, bleeding out their sorrows, drowning themselves in the process. As I keep walking this path of nothing, I see rusted chains and shackles, once accompanied by bonded hands now wilting littered in the path I must walk. I remember searching for someone to love a long time ago. halfway through my search, I gave up, knowing that looking for the elusive prince charming was of no use. For both failure and reward I wander through an aimless path, through the garden of flower bouquets tied with now frayed ribbons, rotting away as I walk doomed to everlasting loneliness.
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|W|P|113516066965744253|W|P|Landscape of Dying Love|W|P|droidmechanica@gmail.com12/24/2005 02:42:00 pm|W|P|Anonymous Anonymous|W|P|Very nice, I really liked this, some great imagery.12/24/2005 03:01:00 pm|W|P|Blogger Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|Like "Petals and Punishment" I was having a little bit of a hard time with this one but this one took a few minutes to get over, not two days, which is great I'd say.12/20/2005 01:16:00 pm|W|P|Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|Drifting away slowly like a swimming fish caught by ocean current drifting... drifting... where do I go? swimming along where does it lead me to? endless ocean carry me away...
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|W|P|113505595367781913|W|P|Drifting|W|P|droidmechanica@gmail.com12/16/2005 10:31:00 pm|W|P|Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|My angel has fallen from grace today. It breaks her heart to know that she has failed me. It breaks my heart to hear, "No, say it is not so!" She inevitably welcomes the embrace of cold and shackled chains, her once unmarked wings turning to black as she slowly falls to her knees. "Forgive me." I hear her say as I gather up the nine blackened tails of agony and misery. I decorate her with autographs, signs and symbols that blush of many roses, as I magnify our symphony with the numbers of perfection and change. The chorale that greets my ears is one of much needed redemption; another chance that only I can give. "The pain of it all will cleanse your mind and sharpen your thought." I say to her at last as I put my misery machine away to be played with another day, between us after, there is many a thing for us to say. As the rosy wounds on her snow pale body begin to swell, she takes my hand and nears it to her lips as the crimson petals from her paleness starts to flow like nectar turned to wine.
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|W|P|113474431862992662|W|P|Fragment of a Symphony: Petals and Punishment|W|P|droidmechanica@gmail.com12/19/2005 01:19:00 pm|W|P|Anonymous Anonymous|W|P|Very dark with such vivid imagery, I enjoyed the short little verses at the very begining.12/19/2005 03:29:00 pm|W|P|Blogger Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|It took me two days to finish this piece off, I was having a few problems writing this at the beginning-to-middle bits, and also when it came to putting it all together. Glad to hear that you enjoyed it :)12/15/2005 09:28:00 pm|W|P|Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|1. I don't like bubblegum 2. I hate pumpkin 3. I like foreign food 4. I spend my money on comics than clothes or make-up 5. I collect other strange things 6. I listen to more than one genre of music 7. I listen to foreign bands and groups 8. I CAN eat black licorice 9. I like drinking ale 10. I can stand foods hotter than vindaloo curry|W|P|113465370168806567|W|P|List 10 things that people are always surprised to find out about you ~ As part of Daydreaming on Paper|W|P|droidmechanica@gmail.com12/14/2005 10:29:00 pm|W|P|Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|In the elegant domed structure with silver gilded walls trimmed with crystal, with many flights of different stairs leading to an endless number of places within, time stopped ticking away in the world. Here, the two of them stood together in silence after the four other candidates wished the chosen mentor well and left both the girl and the sleek green skinned humanoid robot alone. You're nervous! Relax, little one. Whoever was the owner of the calm and warm voice speaking in the girl's head was right. “I am trying.” She could feel herself shake slightly in her would-be mentor's presence, causing her to curl her right hand into a fist, letting her black lacquered nails continuously dig into the skin deeply, letting a few drops of blood fall to the white and grey streaked marble floor. “Shall we proceed then?” the voice that spoke to her earlier was of course her mentor's own. He looked at her in such a way that it made her feel like her thoughts were being peeled and revealed, layer by layer, leaving her to be quite exposed. She nodded in acknowledgment and remained resolute. Will you accept me as your Master and complete the chosen bond between us? A smile crept on the silent girl's lips as she advanced even closer, with warm feelings that remained dormant in her heart for so long finally stirring at last. The accepted Master felt happy not only for himself, but for her as well. From nowhere, a hymn playing above the entire city could be heard as testimony of their flowering union. Yay te, yay klayj erz, dayt erjuuhe taev, duu zhee'eegl azhe'ee ehglr. juhrde'e veyj vayte owglue. The wound inflicted earlier on her palm still echoed with pain as it trickled and bled, leaving small drops and puddles of blood on the floor and invisible stains on her black dress. Knowing that it was time, she fell to one knee before her Master and held his skeletal left hand that appeared before her and brought the strangely warm hand to her rosy lips and kissed the bonding ring worn on his ring finger, completing the bond between them. Yay Ujegl eedee ay aa ayd-ewji yayj, yay erjuuhe azhe'ee te yew ewklow ya tee aa kleer rew ehjiee uutae, ey ehzhrzhe azhe'ee ehzhrzoh. A similar ring to his own appeared on the ring finger of her right hand. Her chosen Master looked at the kneeling girl and said, “You won't change your mind, will you?” He really had hoped that she wouldn't suddenly change at the last moment, fearing the opportunity he had been waiting to happen for nearly an eternity would slip away from him. If the Master had a heart of his own, it would be pounding in fear. To his surprise, the girl smiled at his question, trying to suppress the urge to laugh at her Master for being so uneasy. Yay Ruuj uuzow tehzhee zekl owgl, yay Ayd-ewj azhe'ee Ayd kluy zhrayr ayyee agl klehy. Ey ayja zer glehea, ayja zer glehea. Zhree zar aeduu... zhree zar aeduu... At that instant, time started to slip quietly back into the world around them, causing the dome above to be decorated with a thin film of ice and falling snow from the skies. “No, I will not.” she replied at last. Although he dreaded her final answer, he just had to ask. “Why?” The ring on her own finger was still glowing a bright green as she glimpsed his face and answered sincerely, “I am yours.” even though the hymn was sung to the rest of the city and the world around them, echoes of the uplifting song floated up to greet the ears of both Apprentice and Master, exiting from the crystal and silver dome above their heads. It was not until then that the Master noticed the blood-red stain on his hand.
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|W|P|113457083202225149|W|P|Fragment of a Symphony: The Bonding|W|P|droidmechanica@gmail.com12/15/2005 09:09:00 am|W|P|Blogger Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|Yep, remember how I was trying to do a start on Nocturne Symphony on Arcane? This the start of it that I'm using now. I've decided to scrap the prologue that I've posted last time and put something else (this piece) in its place.12/14/2005 10:23:00 am|W|P|Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|(original) What is despair? It is the thing you get when everything falls apart in front of you? Is it when you know it's over, so you drop your sword and shield and fall to your knees in surrender? Is it when you feel a lead brick pressing on you, trying to tell you something inevitable is going to happen? Is it when you start your tears flowing in the mirror and nothing but blackness clouds your thoughts? Is it when everyone looks at you as if you failed something big? Let me tell you what it is: The bleakness The shivering The tears The helplessness The worries The sleepless nights The...? ...pain.. in the chest.. the cold, sharp arrows? the dragging weights inside pulling down into the depths, the black black depths. Never to return. That's what it is. (Silver Wynd's edit) What is despair? Is it the thing you feel when everything falls apart in front of you? Is it when you know it's over, so you drop your sword and shield; fall to your knees in surrender? Is it when you feel a lead brick pressing on you, trying to tell you something inevitable is going to happen? Is it when your tears start flowing in the mirror and nothing but blackness clouds your thoughts? Is it when everyone looks at you as if you failed something big? Let me tell you what it is: The bleakness The shivering The tears The helplessness The worries The sleepless nights The...? ...pain.. in the chest.. the cold, sharp arrows? the dragging weights inside pulling down into the depths, the black black depths. Never to return. I've decided to put this feedbacked poem in here just incase Achithyn wipes the site clean and installs the new one (as all AAF members have hopefully read in the announcements). So this is like a "backup" operation, if you know what I mean. New comments for this piece is also welcome!|W|P|113452731815201115|W|P|Arcane Submissions ~ What is Despair?|W|P|droidmechanica@gmail.com12/13/2005 04:27:00 pm|W|P|Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|Here, read this: Hiya Thanks for your submission. We'll publish it in issue 4, out around the second week of Feb 06. Kind regards Sioux Tempestt reAKT! magazine www.reakt.com.au Suite 4, 2684 Albany Highway, KELMSCOTT WA 6111 Phone 9495 1433 Fax 9495 1533 art@reakt.com.au Yay! I've finally submitted something to reAKT Magazine, which an art and literature magazine for teenagers that also has articles on other topics concerning them in this day and age. I can't wait to see the issue with my work in it!|W|P|113446274515062892|W|P|Submission!|W|P|droidmechanica@gmail.com12/08/2005 12:25:00 pm|W|P|Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|This is my first attempt at rhyming for the English bits of this writing blog, can you believe it? Yay te, yay klayj erz, dayt erjuuhe taev, duu zhee'eegl azhe'ee ehglr. juhrde'e veyj vayte owglue. Yay Ujegl eedee ay aa ayd-ewji yayj, yay erjuuhe azhe'ee te yew ewklow ya tee aa kleer rew ehjiee uutae, ey ehzhrzhe azhe'ee ehzhrzoh. Yay Ruuj uuzow tehzhee zekl owgl, yay Ayd-ewj azhe'ee Ayd kluy zhrayr ayyee agl klehy. Ey ayja zer glehea, ayja zer glehea. Zhree zar aeduu... zhree zar aeduu... Galwan to English translation The Ring, the binding thing, bonding chains slither, wrap around and tighten, forbidden powers silently strengthen. The Chosen made into a Master's servant, the chains and Ring that binds her in a state of joyous worship, being fevered and fervent. The Pledge has been solemnly spoken, the Master and Apprentice's sacred bond cannot be broken. Once it is done, it is done. I am yours... I am yours...
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|W|P|113402079743428327|W|P|Master and Apprentice Hymn ~ The Bond|W|P|droidmechanica@gmail.com12/13/2005 02:52:00 pm|W|P|Blogger JM SJ|W|P|loki, i like this one. i can resonate with it very much. bespeaks of the meaning of committment to someone or something. a committment wrapped in mystery.12/13/2005 03:11:00 pm|W|P|Blogger Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|Thank you for that. I included my conlang as well in this one.12/05/2005 10:43:00 am|W|P|Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|my Wolverine action figure (with one arm) the bucket of Lego the PVC & pipe "cubby house" the plastic "cooking" set with plastic food to "cook" the toy blender (that acted as a real one) my sister's toy sewing machine (see above description) my Tamiya car (which I still have) the toy piano the toy electric guitar the toy battery-operated "CD player" my Hotstuff plushie (which I still own after all these years)|W|P|113375092325986870|W|P|List The Toys You Loved As A Child ~ As a Part of Day Dreaming on Paper|W|P|droidmechanica@gmail.com12/05/2005 10:35:00 am|W|P|Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|Let's see... Paying attention Valueing opinions Having different opinions Laughing when appropriate Sharing information Putting in information Interacting in more ways than one Understanding Talking about different subjects Talking about different themes that concern|W|P|113375050944998071|W|P|List the 10 Attributes That You Value Most In Other People With Whom You Interact ~ As Part of Day Dreaming on Paper|W|P|droidmechanica@gmail.com12/04/2005 03:03:00 pm|W|P|Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|My sister found a free magazine that wants original artwork and writings to be submitted for their next issue, it reads:
Want to get involved? We are looking for more people to contribute to the creation of the next issue. If you're aged between 12 and 25 and would like to become part of our team, drop us an email. Don't think your work isn't good enough to grace these pages - beauty is in the eye of the beholder. We are individuals whose creative outlets are vastly different. All work has artistic merit so get sending.*
Wow, this sounds rather promising. If I get something to be published in the magazine, wish me luck and hope it does get published! *The following info belongs to reAKT! Magazine, copyright 2005|W|P|113368035500244688|W|P|NEWS FLASH!|W|P|droidmechanica@gmail.com12/02/2005 01:21:00 pm|W|P|Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|My sadness runs like cloudy water. hearing those four words that chill what is left of my fragile heart and weary mind, I feel the remains of my heart freeze and go numb, only to feel pain spike through like the shard of ice I have become; cold and unfeeling. My tears begin like gentle droplets of rain and flow unforgiving, in the form of deep and glistening miniature rivers. Through my water-blurred eyes I look at you, as you become nothing but a haze to me now. My dearly liked and once-loved friend, you are easy to see and hard to get near, even if I know you well. As you leave me like a puddle after the melting of snow, my watery heart and mind begins to hopelessly drown into a sea of sorrow.
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|W|P|113350357829377113|W|P|My Sadness ~ Yew Jayjis Raegl yay Zhrery|W|P|droidmechanica@gmail.com12/03/2005 02:35:00 pm|W|P|Anonymous Anonymous|W|P|This was very nice, I quite enjoyed it. Lovely imagery.12/03/2005 02:47:00 pm|W|P|Blogger Lady Yuki Shizuka|W|P|To me it's a first "personal" one that I've done about a friend.-->