"A blank canvas"

There was once a girl.

A girl clad in white.

And she would paint

upon her canvas.

She would paint it yellow.

She would paint it orange.

She painted the sun.

She painted flowers

that danced in the light.

She would paint her canvas with green.

She would paint it with blue.

The trees that stand tall.

The endless blue sky.

And yet her painting felt empty.

Her painting felt lonely.

But one day,

all that changed.

She met a boy.

A boy who sang of joy.

A boy who sang of peace.

She could not help

but fall in love with him.

He would sing  his love for her.

She would paint her love for him.

Together they would dance

within their world of colors.

They promised each other

that they will not keep memories.

So they can cherish their times together.

So that they could leave if they have to.

Together they sang.

Together they painted.

Together they danced.

And together they loved.

She painted of them walking

beneath the stars.

She painted of them being held

in each other's arms.

They painted their canvas with red,

they painted it violet.

But for a love meant to be,

their tale didn't end happily.

On that day,

she lost everything.

On that day,

her paintings

gone.

And no matter what he did,

she would no longer paint.

She who lost her colors,

She who lost her songs,

She who lost her dances,

is now left with

but a blank canvas.

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Just a piece I've been working on for a while. I actually got the idea for this piece like by creating a story first before writing it. My usual style is to write the story from the poetry, in case y'all don't know.

What story? Well... This one! Wrote it up when I was supposed to be sleeping instead haha!
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"How I can know I can trust you?" she asked, letting go of his hand suddenly. He was taken aback by her outburst but did not say anything. She stared at him with eyes filled with doubt and yet, he did nothing but just simply stood where he was.

"How can I know that we were what you said? How can I believe  anything you or anyone has said about us? I can believe my family due to there being records. But there's nothing concrete between us.

No pictures. No letters. Nothing! So how can I know that you are indeed as you claim to be? How would I know you're not simply taking advantage of me? How would I know that you're exactly as how you're showing yourself to me right now?

How? How can I actually believe that we used to be lovers?" she screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks. All her fears and uncertainties that she kept bottled up finally broke through her usually calm demeanor.

He took two steps closer to her and suddenly raised his hand. She quickly closed her eyes and braced herself for an imminent slap. Maybe this is how he really is, she thought. But what came next was not a slap but a soft pat on her head. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw him looking up into the sky as he slowly patted her head. She could see a deep sadness within his eyes. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh. He took a step away from her and turned to face her.

"Indeed. There's nothing concrete between us. It was just an invisible bond. The me and the you I knew, we have already painted our canvas. Our colors, our style, we've already have filled our canvas with all our hearts. But the you now, you are but a blank canvas. You, who lost and forgotten everything, were given the chance to repaint your life again.

You can paint it a different color. You can paint it a different way. You can even paint it with someone else.  What I wanted was to show you the 'you' that I knew and loved. I wanted to show you what she painted but, I guess, I was wrong to force you."

He turned from her and started walking away. As tears fell from his eyes, he told her.

"Go paint your blank canvas the way you want. I'll just take the painting that the you I knew left me."

That day, the autumn wind never felt so cold.

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Well, I hope you enjoy this update after being MIA for such a long time!

Till the next update!

D.A signing off~

Poetry : Love's echo

Inspired by :

Kokia - Love Echo

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In this world of static emotions,

Within the mundane sounds of everyday,

Your voice pierced through that cacophony.

Your voice broke through the normality.

Your gentle voice reached me

Above the babble of the crowd.

Your song awoke within me

This feeling called love.

Let me hear your singing voice.

Let me watch your graceful dance.

Even if the world brushes you off,

Know that I will always be your audience.

Listening to your soft serenade,

Your melancholic eyes, enchanting me.

Why do you sing?
Why does your voice not falter?

Even under the cold rain,

You stood there singing.

Why do you sing for this cruel world?

What hope drives you?

Hey,

Let us build our own world.

Our world where the rain sparkles.

Our world where the stars twinkle.

A world filled with your serene melody

Within this spring of love,

our hearts entwined.

Towards the beckoning horizon,

Let me hear you sing the song of our love.

Amplifying, your feelings resound within me,

Listening to your love's echoing.

Growing, feeling your emotions with my hands.

I await, for your love's echo

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Finally finished this piece I was working on for months. I swear getting a writer's block isn't a pretty thing.

And to make matters worse, I'm running out of songs that can be used as inspiration for myself. Problem with listening to a limited array of artists I guess? Haha!

Well, read 'em and weep and do leave comments/critiques in the comment section thanks~

Random thought about any haters I might have: past, present or future.

The thing about having haters, they say you stood up for something worthwhile. I see it not as that, but proof. Proof that they (the haters) are behind me. That they are so far behind they resort to backstabbing in order to bring me down. Proof that because I'm such a "threat", they have to look back even though they may stand in front of me.

At the end, I've been living my life unaware that what they have been doing is whining and crying about me, they still hold a grudge about something I'd already had forgotten. That while I'm looking at the road ahead, all they look at is my back. So keep bitchin' behind my back yo~ Not like any of y'all are willing to do anything~

Of what people deserve to be

Seen some posts on my FB wall about people who thinks they deserve to be this, they deserve to be that. I'm just gonna break it to ya, I think that everyone deserves everything that could happen to them.

Everyone deserves to be happy.

Everyone deserves to be sad.

Everyone deserves to be in love.

Everyone deserves to feel hate.

He deserves to be lucky.

She deserves to be unlucky.

I deserve to be rich.

They deserve to be poor.

Everyone has the capacity to deserve everything. That determines if you get what you deserve are one's actions. It is what you do that changes the "deserve to be" to "is/are/am".

Everyone is happy.

Everyone is sad.

Everyone is in love.

Everyone is feeling hate.

He is lucky.

She is unlucky.

I am rich.

They are poor.

So folks, don't think you deserve to be. Think you are. Think I am. Work towards that you think you deserve and one day, people will not speak of you that way as you'd have reached for your goal.

Story - Of battles won and love lost : Part 1

Under the azure sky, a gentle breeze blew. Up here, one would think it is a relaxing scene. However, things were quite different on the ground.

Within the barren canyon, standing a distance apart, stood two figures, a male.and female. The male, standing with a relaxed pose, won't strike as an outstanding character at first glance. Wearing a simple black outfit, a utility belt with a back pouch, a short sword sheath hanging from either sides and all of that under a worn dark blue cloak which covers all of his being up to just before his leather boots.

He was a young man with an average built and height, messy black hair and gives off the air of a typical adventurer. Nothing remarkable about him, except his eyes. He had bright blue eyes that just seem to sparkle under the sun. They are what draw the gaze of anyone that would walk by him and a good thing too.

For he was a Thief. Not the typical pickpocket or burglar types, but one set on riches and treasures. While it may sound glamorous, it is dangerous as these treasures would either be protected by ancient traps, and there are some that are also under the care of their zealous owners that would spend fortunes find and then protecting their treasures.

Normally, a life filled with danger like that would tend to leave those that walk its path with a relatively short lifespan. But he was a Thief unlike any other. Named the "Blue Lightning" from his blue cloak and the suddenness of his attacks, he has yet to face defeat. For he was not only skilled in the arts of deception, but in the arts of fighting too. There was no man alive that could match with the speed of his movements and attacks, as most that could has already fallen by his blade.

But this time, his opponent was a woman. And no ordinary woman, but a general from the Empire. She was tall and slender with long golden hair that just seems to flow behind her. Clad in a red coat with intricate silver designs with a sheath hanging on her left, she was known as the "Crimson Beauty". But no man would dare approach her, due to her static and cold gaze scaring away any that would dare get close to her.

Not to mention, her skills with the sword was unparalleled by anyone within the Empire. It was said that she could launch twenty attacks in the blink of an eye. It was also said that due to her skill, no normal rapier was able to withstand the intensity of the attacks with all of them breaking in a manner of seconds. Her longsword, named "Minstrel", for the soft sounds it makes when swung, was gifted to her from the Emperor on her becoming of a general. Made with the strong and lightweight metal, Mithril, the hilt adorned with gold motifs, it was the only blade that could withstand her ferocity.

Right now, the two of them stared at each other. Watching the movements of each other, the atmosphere between them was overbearing. The silence broke only when the man spoke.

"So... You come here often?" the man asked with a smirk on his face.

"Enough with your nonsense, you know exactly why I'm here," she replied with a serious tone. "Any and all enemies to the Empire must be eliminated!"

The man sighed and spoke, "You know. You gotta learn to take a joke! All work and no play makes lil miss Alisa over there a dull girl!"

Unamused and annoyed, Alisa shouted back at him, "You! You have no right to speak my name so casually! If you will not come to me, then I shall come to you."

With that said, she drew out her sword, took her stance and dashed forward. "Traitor Kiel Nighthart, by the order of the Emperor, I have come to take your life!"

Watching her quickly closing the distance, he muttered under his breath, "You fool." Kiel drew out his twin short swords and dodged her initial strike, by jumping to the side. Alisa, at the end of her attack, immediately turned to face him and released a barrage of attacks. Kiel, who couldn't get his balance back quickly enough for another dodge, started blocking reverently with his blades.

The sound of metal clashing on metal rang through the air, sparks flew whenever the blades connected. Both Kiel and Alise were holding their ground, with the former on the defensive. Neither was willing to create an opening to allow the other room to breath.

Frustrated as his lack of attacks, Kiel decided to change to the offensive. While generally a risky move, Kiel was wielding two blades. This allows him to be on the offense and defence at the same time. He bidded his time in order to find the best chance to attack.

Alisa, thinking that she had Kiel suppressed,  forgotten one thing. He was a Thief. A Thief doesn't simply get to his level without fair amount of skill, cunning and luck. And just as luck would have it, she dropped her guard. Even if it was for a moment, a moment was all that Kiel needed.

Just as Alisa's sword came for a strike, Kiel jumped into the middle of the swing. Using his left blade, he swung and stopped Minstrel mid-swing. Alisa, caught unawares, was momentarily stunned at the suddenness of his actions. Taking the chance, Kiel took a step forward and swung his blade, aiming for Alisa's stomach. She recovered herself and quickly jumped away from the attack. Unfortunately, she was not quick enough to dodge the entire attack. She clutched at the wound on her left side which bled slightly.

"Tsk. No only she dodged that, she even twisted the body such that only her left side gets hurt." Kiel muttered under his breath. The clash, while lasted only a short while, felt like it has been a long time for either party. And yet, both sides have yet to break a sweat.

"Well, well! Look at how you've grown! You're much stronger since the last time we meet." Kiel praised Alisa with his signature smirk.

"This is all so that I can defeat you! I vowed that I will, and I have, surpass you." she exclaimed.

Kiel raised his eyebrows and mockingly asked her, "And yet, who's the one with the wound, hmm?"

Alisa blushed and furiously shouted, "It was but a lapse in my judgement! The next time you won't be so lucky." She then took her stance.

Kiel gazed at Alisa for a moment. "You're so cute when you get mad, you know?", he whispered to himself, while bringing his blades in front of him. "You're right. I wonder if I'll ever be lucky to see that side of you again."

With that, he decided to take the initiative to be on the offense this time. He quickly closed the distance between them and swung both of his blades for a downwards strike. Alisa quickly blocked both blades while standing her ground.

The sound of the blades clashing never rang so clearly within the canyon.

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Just a lil story I felt compelled to write, after I finish reading a manga. This is part 1 of a three chapter story that I hope I can finish writing. All critiques are welcomed~

Government spending

Had a discussion with my cousin about stuffs and it end up to government spending.

Well, if you think about it, paid healthcare might be a lousy idea at first, but it is a long term solution. Look at countries with free healthcare, they tend to end up in debt. Also, with less need to spend on healthcare, the govt can spend more money on other things like education, military and so on. (*cough* not to mention free MCs = lowered productivity *cough*)

Its also not like we are paying 100% of our medical fees, as SGreans, we are given a hefty subsidy. Why would you complain about a flat fee for consultations from GPs all the way to specialist, when foreigners have to pay more the as they go up the "ranks" of the doctors?

Then some people might talk about the poor. They too aren't left out from healthcare yo! Medishield, medifund and etc. If you look at it, the poor are actually well off in SG due to them getting close to or even free healthcare in SG!

Me and my cousin realised that the ones that are complaining a lot are the people those fall under the lower-mid income range. Because they just missed the criteria to get subsidies so they end up being treated like any normal citizens. If you were to look at it, due to subsidies, the poor tend to be much more well off as compared to those in the lower-mid range.

We see that there is two ways this could go, the govt leave the low income to feel like they got "screwed by the govt" or the govt have to fork out money to make them happy. I, for one, agree with the "screwing of the low income."

Okay look, before you bash me for being either a rich bastard or coz I'm a kid so I have yet to taste how the govt is screwing with us, all that is actually personal opinion. You actually really do have enough to make ends meet. Sure prices are rising, the problem is that you can't indulge in extravagant stuffs, which is probably the reason why people complain so much. That or probably the low income prevents them from having savings.

Okay so if we look at the govt forking out money to help the low income, it will start a vicious cycle. Okay let's see here.

If govt. totally supports the low income > mid-low income will complain that they just barely passed the cut off point > (assuming) govt changes the cut off point to include mid-low income > mid income will complain that they barely passed the cut off point > govt changes cut off to include mid income > and the cycle continues until everyone gets covered under the govt.

Then SG goes into debt and when the govt can't support the citizens anymore, it will revert back to this current system. So nothing is achieved but a big debt.

So assuming the govt does consider doing that, they would have to reduce spending on things like education/military to pump more into healthcare. Bad move, especially in SG.

SG's only resources is us, the people. If we can't become educated or trained enough to contribute, we will have to end up depending on Foreign Talents (oh I know you guys hate that word). Meaning a more saturated SG simply because the SGreans aren't smart/trained enough to help in SG's growth.

Draining military spending is another bad move. Remember that SG is a very small country. We NEED to spend much on military or else we can't defend ourselves well enough. People might question the use of NS to prepare against an enemy that doesn't (yet) exist. But let's take a look at Japan, as the aggressor (WWII) and defended (current).

Back then, we depended on the British to protect us. But, the Japanese invaded us ON. FREAKING. BIKES. Why? Because the "big guns all pointing wrong". Not mention, if you were to look under morale, what's the point in defending a country that is "geographically" not yours?

Looking at Japan currently, while it does have a Defense Force, it is generally under the protection of the US. What happens when US withdraws their protection, because North Korea is trying to be an ass by throwing nukes at Amurika? The US troops in Japan will be used to defend the US, either retreating back to US or launching a pre-emp. strike on North Korea. This will leave Japan defenseless. You want this to happen to SG? Because we can't defend ourselves properly, we have to depend on other countries' goodwill to either protect or not attack us. Nope, if history teaches us anything, never, EVER, depend on others.

So you can see that SG actually has a well-thought out system. But at the slight cost of the citizens somewhat. "Sacrifice for the greater good" so to speak. Individually, you might feel that the govt sucks and what not, but hey! There are also others in the same predicament as you. If the govt, singles you out, sure! Go ahead and complain! But when a whole lot of people are also faced with the same thing AND some of them can still be happy with what they have, why the hell are you complaining?

Be thankful that it is a "blunt,dispersed" sacrifice instead of a "sharp,focused" one. There is nothing "unfair" when there are many others in the same situation, if anything, its about as fair as it gets.

TL;DR : Yeap. Singapore actually has a very fair, balanced system that seems bad, probably because the citizens don't look around to see the impact of systems in other countries and also due to our own nearsightedness. So let's up and look at the whole picture instead of sticking with your shoes on the ground!

My most recent wish

I've been wanting to share the world with someone, a feeling deep inside.

Like, wanting to show her, all that is beautiful in this society of ours.

That within this world where time is racing past, to let her slow down

and view this world in a different point of view.

To show her, in this man made jungle, the natural beauty hidden within.

Making her realize that despite how broken this world is,

there will always be hope so pure and untainted.

Letting her becoming aware of herself.

Allowing her to discover a new side of herself.

But alas, a wish I have to hold dear 

While destiny slowly brings us closer.

Waiting, praying.

Loneliness

Loneliness. Each and every single one of us has or are facing it right now. I myself will admit that I also suffer from a bad case of loneliness every night. Either my night depression is acting up or I'm just that alone.

But, I believe that there are different types of loneliness. Many people feel lonely about different reasons. So I thought, maybe there's like different "categories" for loneliness that afflicts each of us.

I'm sure you all have heard about the many different components that make up us humans right? I'm sure you have heard of many theories. What I'm looking at, however, is not the physical component that makes us human. Not organs, not blood. But what I look at is actually the more "spiritual" side of things. 

What are they? A few things, namely : The body, mind, heart and soul.

Loneliness. One word, so many pain that it brings along. The loneliness of the body, mind, heart and soul.

Each is just as painful as the others.

What I write is based on my own understanding and should not be taken as the truth.

You have been warned!

The loneliness of the body

The aspect of the body represents the presence, features of oneself.

This loneliness arises when you crave the physical contact with someone, or something.

It is because, you were used to having that someone or something being by your side, physically, that you depend on it.

Like how a child cries when you take away his favorite teddy bear, the pain that comes from this loneliness is that the physical distance becomes far too great for one to bear.

(Pun is not intended, but enjoyed nonetheless.) 

The loneliness of the mind

The aspect of the mind represents your knowledge, thoughts, experience, expression. 

The distance that is present due to the difference in the thoughts of yours compared to others.

When you can't seem to reach others via your thoughts/arguments and when others isolate you for thinking differently. 

When you eventually become unable to express yourself, this loneliness arises.

You end up fight for what you think by yourself. Never finding even a single ally. That loneliness.

The loneliness of the heart

The aspect of the heart represents your bonds, motivations, emotions.

The feeling of being unable to connect your heart with those around you.

Despite calling them friends, how many of them you can say that you know well?

How many of them would know you just as well?

Because there is a lack of people that you feel "safe" to talk with about your problems,

Won't you feel alone?

No one to help you but yourself. No one to pick you up but yourself.

A lonely existence.

The loneliness of the soul

The aspect of the soul represents you, truth, the final destination.

Have you ever went on a search for something, spending time, spending resources and yet, never finding it?

To search for the answer of your being. To search for one's soul mate. 

A never-ending quest. One that no one will ever know if it will ever be complete.

That feeling when you who have waited, have searched and that no answer is ever in your grasp.

Being unable to comprehend the world around you.

The fear that if you moved from where you are, you will lose any chances you might have.

Being trapped in a perpetual box of questions, fear, searching, retreating.

This loneliness, would be one of the more painful ones with little to no solutions.

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So let us take the chance to sit down, and think about ourselves. 

All of us are lonely, question is, what type of loneliness?

Which of this four aspects that is missing in my life?

How can I obtain this aspect?

What can I do with this knowledge?

Well, that's for you to decide.

Last love song

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Is this our last farewell?
Is this our last greeting?
Seeing your sad smile,
What can I do but face the truth?

Then let's go my love.
Instead of leaving this in sadness,
Let us dance it away.
Let's leave with our happiness.

Shall we recall
All the times that, in silence
We held hands together.
The lingering warmth of your hand
It's much if I asked for it
One more time?

I remembered when we first met
On that cold autumn morning.
My gaze couldn't leave you.
You who stood across from me.

The smile you gave
When you caught my gaze,
Melted away the frosted mask
That covered my face?

Because of you,
I found a reason.
A reason to mold my future.
A reason to always smile.
A reason to love.

Hey,
Would this be our last dance?
Under the starry sky we waltzed,
By the seaside we gazed
Upon the black horizon.

Would this the last chance
That I will feel your reassuring presence?

You said our love was like a candle,
Slowly melting away
As time passes.

Then, before it dies,
Would you grant me one final wish?
Remember when you used to sing love
From beneath the cherry blossom?
One more time,
Let me hear you sing.

Let me feel happiness.
Let me feel sadness.
Let me feel the bitterness.
Let me feel the sweetness.

One more time,
Write for me a song.
So that when we part,
The final memories I have of us,
Will be that of our last love song.
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So I found a new song from one of my favorite artist, KOKIA. The title of the song, Last Love Song. So just by the title, I decided to write something. Initially tried to make something of a bittersweet feel, but it looks like it ended up being, well, sweet.

This piece was done in a "rush". I was also testing myself as to how well would my works become if I set a time limit to complete it the moment I had the inspiration. For this piece, it was just one day. Supposedly, I seem to do better when I take the time to finish something instead of rushing it as this pieces was rather...vague, to say the least.

And here is the video of the song, just for your listening~

Hope you enjoyed this song, which to me, had that nice tinge of gentleness to it. And as always, critique is much appreciated~

Prayer : Lumière de l'espoir (Hymmnos)

Somewhat off the grid so... I finally made a (sorta) full version of the Prayer in the language of Hymmnos. What's Hymmnos you ask? It is a frictional language used in the Ar Tonelico game series. Hymmnos was designed in order to strongly convey the feelings of the speaker/singer.

 You can see examples of how the Standard Hymmnos letters look like from the banner of my blog.

For more in-depth info, visit: http://conlang.wikia.com/wiki/Hymmnos

Well... Here it is!
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Within the light of hope, I shall pray, Gently, As your heart awakens. Was touwaka erra sarla mea. Was touwaka erra ieeya. Fou ki ra presia reen ieeya mea. Was touwaka ra enne messe yor. Sos her ar dor oz manaf accrroad etealune. Was quel ga presia pak hyma spiritum. Was quel ga presia pak walasye revm. Was zweie erra wearequewie pitod ween shen. Was ki erra mea enne ryusse ciel. Was quel ga presia pak manaf hynne. Was quel ga presia pak walasye meo. Rrha zweie erra wearequewie pitod. Wee ki erra mea enne ryusse ciel en yorra, en dor. Accrroad etealune her dor ar dor pitod manaf. Was quel erra accrroad yos warce sos her ar dor oz manaf. As you slowly awaken, Gently I will pray, With this song, Within the light of hope.

Within the light of hope, I shall pray, Gently, As your heart awakens. I hope my song will last forever. I hope this wish will last forever. Please listen to my prayer. I wish that it will reach you. For this land filled with life, Grant onto it an eternity. One more time, Please listen, To the requiem of the souls, To the dreams of the people. In this light, I wish that we all may be together. So just this once, Let my prayers resound everywhere. One more time, Please listen, To the voices of life, To the visions of the people. I wish that we all may be together. Let my prayers resonate everywhere For the people, For the land. Grant upon it an eternity, This land filled with life. Grant upon it your blessings, This land bathed within the light. As you slowly awaken, Gently I will pray, With this song, Within the light of hope.

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Prayer : Lumière de l'espoir

So I tried to try to write a "prayer" for any future uses I might or might not have. So... Here goes!

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Was touwaka erra sarla mea
Was touwaka erra ieeya
I hope my song will last forever.
I hope this wish will last forever.

Within the light of hope,
I shall pray,
Gently,
As your heart awakens.

Please listen to my prayer.
I wish that it will reach you.
For this land filled with life,
Grant onto it an eternity.

One more time,
Please listen,
To the requiem of the souls,
To the dreams of the people.

In this light,
I wish that we all may be together.
So just this once,
Let my prayers resound everywhere.

One more time,
Please listen,
To the voices of life,
To the visions of the people.

I wish that we all may be together.
Let my prayers resonate everywhere
For the people,
For the land.

Grant upon it an eternity,
This land filled with life.
Grant upon it your blessings,
This land bathed within the light.

As you slowly awaken,
Gently I will pray,
With this song,
Within the light of hope.
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The initial two lines were written in a language called Hymmnos. Depending on how I'll use it, might or might not take it out. The English translations are (just for those who can't tell) the two lines below it.

Haven't really settled down about the context behind this one. Not yet at least. Though any ideas would be appreciated. The current idea is that this prayer is used to awaken a sleeping entity, like a god or some benevolent creature, in order to bring peace and hope to the land, probably in turmoil with the forces of darkness or summat. Oh well, let's see what the future has in store for me.

The reasons for that smile

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Underneath your umbrella,
Your gentle voice
Telling me it will be alright.
Yet, underneath your bright smile,
Why does your gaze look so lonely?

I wished I could hear it,
The voice of your heart.
So I may hear your wish.
As we walked under the rain.

I wish I could feel it.
The reasons for your smile.
Without letting my hand go,
Let's walk towards the sun.

Happiness,
Sadness.
Let me grasp it all.
Beneath the rain,
Let me be your sun.

I wish I could understand it.
The reasons for that smile.
Hold me close
Till our hearts beat as one.

What is true,
What is false.
Let me hear it all.
The scars upon your heart,
Let me be the light
That heals it all.

Let's believe in this emotion.
This emotion called love.
Let's become each other's strength.
Let's become each other's energy.

I want to protect it all,
I want to love it all,
The reasons for that smile.
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Just something I wrote while I was walking under the rain. I realised that people don't generally talk/use the sun alot, probably its because its always there so people then to overlook it. I personally believe that its the overlooked things that are the most beautiful.

Like, for example, I tend to not like the idea of wishing upon a star. Why? Because there are times when it is there, times that it is not. Its like making a wish that sometimes is there and not. I believe that if you want to wish on anything, wish upon the sky instead. For it is unending.

So you see? While the stars are pretty and eye-catching, they aren't exactly "reliable" so to speak, and scientifically speaking, most of the stars that you see in the sky are probably dead. In the end, it is that black or blue mantle called that sky that can truly be counted as "reliable".

The song of the stars and the moon

High up within the heavens,
There once lived a princess.
Within the the ivory tower,
She sang.

Her song nurtured the land, 
Her song breathed life into the land.
The land was at peace, 
From the strength of her voice.

The princess was drawn towards the moon.
She felt happiness when the moon waxed.
She felt sadness when the moon waned.
"This infinite cycle,
Oh how I wish to stop it."

So, when the full moon filled the sky,
Using the power of her song,
She casted a spell.
An everlasting curtain of clouds.
So she may never see the moon.
Just so the full moon remained
Within her memories.

The spell brought even more sadness.
The princess soon fell into despair.
Her song became that of pain.
The land that she so carefully tended
Slowly grew weak and fragile.

The people of the land became enraged.
Their crops dying.
All the water vanishing.
And the land was dark.

So a boy set out on a journey
To bring back the sun.
Proclaimed as a hero,
He sought to climb the ivory tower.

Within the tower
Be creatures empowered by the darkness.
The higher he climbed,
The stronger they became.
Still, he fought on
Hoping to find the sun.

Eventually, he found himself in large room.
And within that room was no monster,
But instead a girl.
He heard her cries.
He wished he could help her.

"For what reason does a maiden
As beautiful as you cry here?"

"I lost what I sought to protect.
I lost destroyed what I sought to perfect.
Tell me, when there's nothing left,
Would you not cry as well?"

"Then come with me oh fair maiden.
What was lost, we shall find.
What was destroyed, we repair.
Let us find our sun."

With that he carried her.
To find not just his sun, 
But her's as well,
They climbed the ivory tower.
To climb high above the clouds.

He talked to her.
A boy filled with hope and dreams.
She listened to him.
A girl filled with loss and regret.
With each step upwards,
They grew to understand one another.
And yet, an uneasiness grew
Deep within her heart.

Days and nights flew past.
Still, with the princess on his back,
He climbed.
At last, they reached past the clouds. 

The princess left speechless.
There hung the full moon,
As though it was frozen in time,
It was the same moon from her memories.

Now closer to the sky,
She saw stars for the first time.
The tiny glittering
Made the moon much more beautiful.

"Were you not finding the sun?"

"Yes I am."

"But the sky is black, 
the moon is high above the sky.
For where is the sun?
Do you not need the morning?"

"The sun?
I need not wait for morning.
For I already have found it.
She stands in front of me."

Those words rang in her mind.
The feelings behind those words
Made her realise that the uneasiness 
Was actually her feelings for him.

Up high above the clouds she sang.
Removing the curtains of cloud.
Removing all that withered.
Clearing the minds of all who doubt.

And her song healed the land.
Her song gave birth to a new world.
One of everlasting peace and harmony.
"What was destroyed, we repair."

The princess of the tower,
Up high above the clouds.
That which was lost to her,
She has finally found it.
Her song of the stars and the moon.
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Something I've wrote recently, as I was trying to pass the time waiting for my friends.

For this work and the previous one, I tried making it like uhh... fantasy-ish? Instead of my, apparently "lyrical" works (seems like my older works tend to be seen as though it were a song instead of poetry).

Just for a change in pacing, instead of making it romantic through the whole work, pacing it such that it becomes a story instead.

Within the cage

A young girl
Held within an iron cage
Her broken voice singing
Of pain and suffering.

She,who has the power
To split the sky,
To shake the the world, 
Lay alone, shackled 
within the cage.

That young girl, 
Forced to sing
For the amusement
Of the lord of the land.

Her voice, 
Each syllable she sang, 
Knows only of grief
And of darkness.

She longed to see the sky. 
She longed to see the world. 
All she ever knew was
The cold, unforgiving cage.

One day,
A servant of the castle
Heard the girl's voice.
He followed the melancholic sound
And found himself in front of
The Forbidden Room.

Upon entering the room,
The boy's eyes laid upon the cage
And within, the girl in rags.
Listening to her hymn of sadness,
He sympathized with her.

From that day on,
The boy would visit the girl.
He would talk to her
About the world outside.
He listened to her songs.
And he fell in love with her.

Ever since that day,
The girl would wait for the boy.
She would listen to him,
Of stories about the world.
She crafted new songs for him.
And she fell in love with him.

The boy vowed that one day,
He would free her.
He wanted to show her the azure sky.
He wanted her to gaze upon the vast ocean.
But mostly, he wanted her to see
The sun, the moon and the stars.

Listening to his vows,
The girl smiled, for the first time.
After meeting the boy,
She now knows happiness.
She believed that with him close,
All was and would be well.

As with the gain of her happiness,
There is an equivalent price to pay.
The price she had to give,
Was the only thing she had.

Her love.

The lord, after finding out that
The boy was meeting the girl,
Decided to punish her.
By spilling the boy's blood
Right in front of her eyes.

Enraged, 
She sang.
A song filled with anger, 
Filled with denial,
A song of destruction.

The castle crumbled.
The country rumbled.
The lord, now lay murdered.
Upon the floor he laid, bloodied.

The castle lay ruined,
The girl, save within her cage.
For the first time she saw the moon.
"This was nothing like you said.
The moon, is gazing upon me so sadly."
She whispered, tears in her eyes.

She reached out for the boy's hand,
Flinching at the lack of warmth
That she was always used to.
"If it had to end like this,
Would not it better then,
If we had not met?"

For the first time,
The girl experienced loss,
Sadness,
Hopelessness,
All of that, from within the cage.