Sometimes she felt lost. She wandered down paths strewn with convictions, promises and assurances, and despite her unwavering might, her sterling tenacity and intense dedication, the world seemed to forgo her tender nuances, her sweet sonnets, her warm warbles. They were forgotten, brushed over, florets watered for one day then ignored for eternity, desperately clinging to that sparkle, that chance, at air, at sun, at life. Strangers smiled in return, but never placed the winsome caress within their hearts, or nestled the compassion in their chest, watching as it diminished into nothingness. Her concerns were easily washed away by the passing rain or the altering tides, the sweep of listless air, the hush of a heady brow, becoming naught more the neglected repose and tranquility. She wavered over ice and rime, she battled demons for the chance at order, and she pieced together portraits of serenity so that the creatures of this earth didn’t always have to look tirelessly upon sin, day after day, night after night. She invoked arduous passions only to have them composed into silence, she ignited and kindled soothing songs only for their warbles to die in the roll of the wind or the piercing of the sky. She weaved tapestries and canvases of gold, of satin, of sugared, honeyed thoughts and sentiments sprinkled over the horizon until she thought them perfect tidings of happiness, and subsequently altered by the heady rations of her compulsive wishes. She composed symphonies of joy, of ecstasy, of freedom and whimsy, only to have them destroyed by the clash of war drums or the beats of clamoring swords and shields. She gave her life to a land of ice and solemnness, a world of ice and enigmas, and wondered if one day she’d be another mislaid, wayfaring soul overlooked and astray on the glaciers, frozen into rubble and ruin. Would she be bled dry, until each radiant portion of her glow had been consumed and devoured by the contorted vapors of unholy disregard? Would she eventually be a carcass, a vessel, of misgivings, of dread, instead of hope, guidance and deliverance? Would she be robbed of rapture, of reverie, of elation and delight, discarded to the granules of sand, earth and clay? Even when she refused to dim, to wither, to decay, there were still the strangled seconds where she thought herself a stranger in the midst, in the abyss, of chaos, destruction and vehemence. And in the end, she remained perfectly useless to the stars, the heavens, and the sovereignty she pledged her soul to, adrift in the grand scheme of turmoil, turbulence and tension. Lena</style> |
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iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 02-19-2013, 06:03 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 02-19-2013, 10:33 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 02-26-2013, 07:31 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 03-17-2013, 07:47 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 03-21-2013, 09:13 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 03-23-2013, 07:25 PM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 04-01-2013, 07:12 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 04-06-2013, 06:51 PM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 04-13-2013, 07:56 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 04-20-2013, 06:09 PM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 04-21-2013, 08:57 AM
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