His eyes was of black marbles, dark and deep.
The napes of his body, warm and soft
With the dark curls like a sunlight jungle,
Falling in tresses, forever whispering.
His name was, but forgotten and numerous.
Of stars and angels long since lost,
His mind was shadowy like a forest
In the face of a evening sun.
There was a time, when he roamed freely,
Wild and untamed, beautiful and mysterious.
Then she came like a spider, creeping
and seeping, taking him one by one, bit by bits.
He lost his virginity and then his soul.
The seeds of his youth was raped
and hungrily devoured.
Now to this day, he remained with his eyes,
Deep and
From the sky, I saw the last go
Into the shadow of the forest
And the sun continued to glow
With the white moon in harvest
As if they never existed.
From the tower, I saw the last go
Over the white mountains high
With its pinnacles of snow
And all the king's horses neighed
And grazed as if it never existed.
Beyond the sea, I saw the last go
Into the deep sparkling water
And under where the winds blow
And the moon fell to its slaughter;
Forgetting as if they never existed.
Upon the mountain, I saw the last go
Burning into the flaming west
And there flies the black crow
Signifying the death of the beast,
Cawing as if they ne
The Rememberance by lost-in-a-fishbowl, literature
Literature
The Rememberance
Its been cold, blankets around me without warmth and lights without hope,
Waiting for the night to crumble and the dawn to arrive in a hollow triumph
Sprawled landscape in thousands, cruel to the core, laid its self open to me,
waiting to burn my tender touch and swallow my soul with its wide mouth
But ah, I am weary and my heart is burdened with the dark gold band
To lie down is a sin and to rise and beckon will call death to me.
I bare for all to see that my heart has turned into soots and ashes
Scattered in the foul wind, twisted and cruel, dancing around the peaks
Then around I came, fluttering wide and saw that it was some drea
Written in my Tears by lost-in-a-fishbowl, literature
Literature
Written in my Tears
Now that I have wrote in my bitter tears,
Streaks and strokes of streams with the brush
Heed me, come and be fair in thy punishments
Lash out at the storm that rages in my heart
The bitterness that made my heart cry in bloods
Rivulets, falling and dripping like red inks
The secret murderer of the failing goose
With the silver wings, now plucked for quills
And dipped in its blood, a marking tear.
Now that I have wrote in my bitter tears
What is there but a broken grounds to stand?
What is there but a crumbling ruin forgotten?
What is there but a promise always broken?
What is there but a shredded love, lost?
The writing on the fl
When I saw him, just a little boy all by himself,
I asked, who are you?
He replied, I am who I am
A echo in the dark still water.
Little one I said is there's something
For me to learn about life?
He looked up at me and smiled
We all rise to fall.
Say, I was quite curious about him
And I asked again, who are you?
His eyes mirrored mine like waters
I am of many faces.
And with that, he vanished.
Failing in the Autumns lust by lost-in-a-fishbowl, literature
Literature
Failing in the Autumns lust
Failing in the Autumn's lust, here I lie scattered in the bosom of your heart.
While you were cold and frozen, I called to you, yearning for your sweet touch
As feathers on the skin, trickling and blushing, only to long for more.
Here I lay on my dark hill, watching the clouds go by, I'm alone
Waiting for you as the leaves above me shiver from the winter's call.
Here in the Autumn's blue, I recalled the day we were together
Arm in arm in a sighing hug, entwined were our legs, but green was the leaves
Nighttime may have been cold, but I remembered the sun in me were radiant
When you were near with your Autumn's eyes, ever looking so s
He haunts me in my waking dream with his shadowy eyes
I dream of him in my waking life walking as I go
As the wind tickles and I think of him when his tears
Runs black and spill as if a flower is dying
Its never enough to have blood or the skin
Nor the taste of the sunlight on the flesh
Within the shadow underneath the sea of sheets
There hides he, lest he be dappled gray
With his waking eyes and with tumbling waves
Crashing on his face in a hushed whisper
Smoothing over the last shades with his quivering sigh
After another sigh, peeking with each kissing.
In my waking dream, he hides in the folds of my skin
And in my waking life
Whispering Jeese by lost-in-a-fishbowl, literature
Literature
Whispering Jeese
Whispering Jeese why do you weep so?
With your head bowed and your hair hanging.
Is it because he left you one day?
Is it because he could not stay?
Whispering Jeese stop your tears
They are flowing like leaping waters over the hill and to the sea.
To the sea.
Ai to the sea, the flowin' salty sea.
Whispering Jeese stop your tears
Its the water we fear.
For they are drowning us.
Words are the Key by lost-in-a-fishbowl, literature
Literature
Words are the Key
Words are the key to my memories
Rows of cold steeled cabinet with locks
Circles of strange letters all patterned
Speak softly the password and maybe
One of them will open, first with a peek
Then a creak
And then a wide gaping, teeter-tottering
The glass spills and crashes with shattering
Some terrible as the mountain, stark and cruel
Some gentle as the trickling stream, ever rushing
Words are the key to my memories
If treasure is what you are seeking for
Then look hard as you may
Somewhere in the shadow of darkness
Steeled cabinets, soft as the skin
A passage in the wall, in a shroud
Words are the key to my memories
A door
Still chugging along. I've gotten into programming and coding for websites, but Im still quite new at it.
I draw more often, but most of my work go up on Tumblr artblog - EreDarkling. It's NSFW for occasional naughtiness or things that might disturb people. That aside, I'm also involved with some awesome RP that isnt World of Warcraft. It's a nice break.
Life's still tough, but I'm holding on and hoping still for good things to come.
On side note -
A friend and RP partner started up a new site named http://mystfell.com/. It's a huge project and the art is amazing. While it's quite new and a lot of things arent up yet, I urge people to go
The last journal was two years ago. Figured I might as well update since I've been uploading some of my work sporadically.
During the last two years, a lot of happened. Some good, some bad. I'm still struggling with myself on many levels and no, I wont elaborate. School's difficult to do since I'm in the wrong place for the kind of career I want, but we dont have the money to leave. Job is difficult since most place wants you to have experience and entry level position is scarce... Generally a royal pain in the ass.
My son, who will be four on the 13th (two.. Days from now) is doing pretty well. Going to early pre-school, finally starting t
Had a dream where I wanted to cut my hair because it was too heavy with my past. It was knee-length and wavy! Everyone didnt want me to, but I kept saying I would. I went to some place and had it washed and then decided to go to a barber shop (I dont know why a barber shop). The only thing usual about the barber shop was the chair, everything else was stove tops and cooking pots. The Vietnamese barber asked me why I wanted to cut my hair to which I replied, "Its too heavy."
"Fair enough." he said and seated me. So they cut off my hair to shoulder length and put the rest in a pot of some kind. I watched as his wife started cooking my hair, in
Hey! I don't mean to bother you but I like WoW and so do you and since I post tons of WoW screenshots, I was wondering if you'd like to check them out on my profile! Sorry if this annoys you and thanks for taking the time to read this!