A motion-
a notion
of feelings,
reeling
back and forth,
lacking worth-
lacking words.
They fly like birds
far, far away
into the sky-
into the day,
so, so high.
Against the sun
do they run-
from cloud
to cloud
in a shroud
of gold- the sun.
And run
do they-
far, far away,
searching for reason
in the turn of season-
from daylight
to twilight.
And what better time
than midnight
for stars to shine
so bright?
A star
so far
far
away.
A motion in the shadows,
Grace, beauty, stealth.
A dance in the dark,
And he watches.
A deep drum beat,
Strong, steady.
A song in the night,
And he lurks.
A spark in the flame,
Heat, blazing, lust.
Seductively, she glides,
And he approaches.
A fall of footsteps,
Determined, heavy.
Her eyes call him, draw him,
Contact.
A motion in the shadows,
A deep drum beat,
A spark in the flame,
A fall of footsteps.
A dance in the dark,
A song in the night,
Seductively, she glides,
Her eyes call him, draw him.
And he watches,
And he lurks,
And he approaches,
…Contact.
A synchronized motion,
Two bodies, one essence,
The steady
Mayhem marches on a
Chance- a
Chalice of memories
Pours out a paradox- a
Pardon.
Whence comes mayhem's
Pardon- the
Price of truth
Trips though a terrifying
Trust.
Thought is trust of
Truth- a
Molehill of something
False by means of death-defying
Chance.
Mayhem marches on a
Chance.
Once more, cheating death.
I thought a while,
And then decided not to.
I talked a while,
And then decided not to.
I walked a while,
And then decided not to.
I learned a while,
And then decided not to.
I lived a while,
And then decided not to.
I thought a while,
And then decided to.
Bittersweet
Love and war: They go together like blood and chocolate.
Together they make bittersweet, like the world today.
It seems that we sow the sweet and reap the bitter,
When everyone else reaps the sweet yet sows the bitter.
The truth is we all sow and we all reap.
We all sow and reap the bittersweet.
Love is sweet yet war is bitter,
Just as chocolate is sweet and blood is bitter.
But you can't pick and choose to have your love and your chocolate,
And leave behind the war and blood.
Whether you like it or not, having the bitter is better for all.
Without the bitter, love and chocolate would not be so sweet.
AllThat'sLeftIsAllThatMatters by nimrastarlight, literature
Literature
AllThat'sLeftIsAllThatMatters
All That's Left is All That Matters
There is a song, I once heard of,
The sweetest song that I ever heard!
And there is a time, I once knew of,
When I was as free as a bird...
The song I sang,
Before I knew my future,
The time I saw,
Before I saw this picture,
Now the song, I sing today,
It's a bittersweet that I can't explain!
Now the time, comfort's so far away,
It's the time where friendships relieve the pain...
The song I sing,
The time I know,
The sight I see,
Now where do I go?
Abandon
Escape from here
and leave this land.
Don't stay where
they hold your hand.
Seek you path,
light your way,
Ignore the chores
of yesterday.
'Tis your true goal
To leave behind
A land of gold,
A land which binds.
Find yourself,
Find your gold.
Find it before
You grow old.
Life is yours
Live it through,
And wherever life leads you,
"To thine own self… be true."
The beat
It's strong
So strong
It hurts
Your heart
It pounds
So loud
So clear
You run
I come
So fast
Too fast
You breath
You pant
Too fast
Too weak
Run. Run. Run.
There's the sun.
In sight. Such light. So bright.
Here you come.
Run. Run. Run.
Run away.
Don't look back.
There's the sun.
In sight. Such light. So bright.
Here I come.
Run!
If Looks Could Kill epilogue by nimrastarlight, literature
Literature
If Looks Could Kill epilogue
Epilogue
Well, on the long trip back to JaeWon's house, I explained my end of the story and just who Heejun was. It was all a really lousy system of faction justice that interfered with the local law. JaeWon somehow got caught up in it, though I'm not really sure how.
I never thought that getting to know other people could have had such an effect on them. But I should've known that I couldn't escape my past. It's just part of who I am, I guess.
~~~
"Is he going to be all right?" Mrs. Lee asked, glancing at the dimmed family room where WooHyuk sat alone. "I hope he will. He has a good heart."
Tony leaned on the kitchen counter, runn
If Looks Could Kill ch 10 by nimrastarlight, literature
Literature
If Looks Could Kill ch 10
Chapter 10
WooHyuk peeked up curiously at what his adversaries were doing. There were only five men in the room: him, Chilhyun, and the three that brought WooHyuk to this rundown place. Chilhyun was loading a pistol and the other three had their own fully loaded weapons, watching on as their leader worked.
"Unchain him," Chilhyun ordered, not bothering to glance up. He clenched his fists as they did, waiting for any opportunity to tear big bad apart. "And don't try anything funny, WooHyuk," big bad cooed. "You're slightly outnumbered." WooHyuk didn't care, as long as he got caught in the crossfire.
He forced himself to relax as his a
Why Am I?
I want to be nameless,
I want to be faceless,
I want to be emotionless,
I don't want to be,
But it's too late.
I have a name,
I have a face,
I have emotions,
I don't seem to have,
But I need.
My name doesn't represent me,
My face can't reflect me,
My emotions have betrayed me,
No one knows who I am,
But I want someone to.
That's why...
I want to be nameless,
I want to be faceless,
I want to be emotionless,
I don't want to be,
But I already am.
(Yet Another) Human Paradox
Leading a double life isn't the easiest of tasks,
Being half angel and half demon,
But I guess this is what I was destined to be,
A half white and half black beacon,
My family sees the innocent angel in me,
And dubbed the black sheep from a rumor,
My good friends see that depraved demon,
Yet understand a meaning so much deeper,
I guess we all have our Dr. Jeckyls and Mr. Hydes,
It's one of the paradoxes of humanity,
Every halo is held up by horns,
It just depends on which you first see.
The Silence Has Its Secrets by nimrastarlight, literature
Literature
The Silence Has Its Secrets
Shh...
...
Can you hear it?
...
Listen...
...
I can hear it coming.
...
...
It\'s the calm-
before the storm.
The time-
between lightening and thunder.
The silence-
before what\'s to come.
What\'s to come is still
a mystery.
What has come before is
history.
The future is all time
brings to me.
...
There it is again.
...
I laugh at you in pity.
It\'s your false sense of security
...again...
But just you wait.
...
It\'s drawing near.
...
Shh...
...
Can you hear it?
...
Listen...
...
I can hear it coming.
...
the HATER that HATED HATE by nimrastarlight, literature
Literature
the HATER that HATED HATE
the hater...
Hate: an evil condition.
Apathy never pays off.
Think! it\'s your obligation.
Empathy, Peace, and Love.
Remember two turtle doves?
that hated...
Hurting one deep inside,
A silent cry is not enough.
Tearing one\'s heart apart,
Even when one\'s heart... wants love...
Dove: the symbol of love
hate... it\'s so overrated.
Hate and
Apathy cause
Tears cause
Enemies.
I hate hate.
That Is What Friends Are For by nimrastarlight, literature
Literature
That Is What Friends Are For
That's What Friends Are For
I could hurt you so much,
And never know,
No matter how small the deed,
Just tell me so.
I guess what I'm trying to say is:
"I'm sorry, for not knowing,"
The true friend you are,
Of your care overflowing.
A friend you've been, are and will be,
On the inside,
Not what people think, believe or see,
On the outside.
Does much else compare to friendship.
The brotherhood we share?
Without each other we're helpless,
Then, where to go? Where?
In all the good times,
We forget the truth,
That we need to stay fair,
Tooth for a tooth.
However you see a friendship,
This is what I see,
Only rem
A scar today was yesterday an open wound,
To run away from a harsh memory entombed,
A hopeful ray can shine through the darkness that loomed,
One day, someday, we may, some way, yet, not be so doomed.
Where there is a will, there is a way,
A bright will, will shine the way,
Climb past this hill, into another day.
I'll live one day at a time,
Until that day, I run out of time.
I'll tell the people, I'll tell the world:
"There is no mercy, no love, no time, for those who can't keep up in this time."
Dance, fire. Dance,
Dance to the winds of change, of chance,
Dance for the end of the world may come,
Dance for the eve of slumber has won,
Dance while the world crumbles around you,
Dance as the lives left become all too few,
Dance and rejoice the lives you have taken,
Dance for the lives to never reawaken,
Dance as the fury of your flame grows,
Dance as that flame defeats your foes,
Dance as the smoke swirls into the sky,
Dance for the sake of your glory before you die,
Rage, fire. Rage,
Rage and win this battle you wage,
Rage to rejoice the end of your age,
Rage with the power that none can cage,
Rage from the spark of wh
Oreo, Oreo!
Wherefore art thou Oreo?
Deny thy milk and refuse thy creme!
For it is by thy creme that thou art yummy...
For what's in a creme?
That which we call "cookies 'n creme" by any other creme would taste as sweet!
With that creme! Doff that creme!
And for that creme that is every part of thee, take all myself!
When a friend entrusts you with a secret,
What do you do if it eats you up inside?
I swore I wouldn't tell another soul,
But I have to let it out somehow!
It won't be a secret for too very long,
Everyone will find out within a few months,
But I can't even tell those who already know,
To let them know that I know.
I know that if I do indeed tell,
My guilt would be too much for me,
But I know that if I don't,
I will burst to the wrong person.
Maybe if I simply write it down,
Or tell the air and walls, they will listen,
And I have lifted the burden off myself,
Just to be returned to me once again.
A burning secret is just that;
Lesbians are the Chosen Ones by starchild6891, literature
Literature
Lesbians are the Chosen Ones
"Lesbians are the Chosen Ones"
By Jay Richard
The television cast a gentle blue-white light into the living room as stories of war and homophobia were fairly relayed in a balanced manner. A right-wing conservative group was making a serious push to ban all birth control and STD-fighting medicine. The TV screen showed a gaggle of puritanical holy warriors giving a speech while trying to hide the burning crosses in the background. "God would want these people to die, dammit," said the spokesperson for the nonprofit Christians Against Queers Against AIDS (CAQAA). "Why are you trying to piss God off?"
From the living room's couch, a logical qu
When every other bus comes,
Except for the one you're waiting for.
When you're numb to the cold,
Or the cold has numbed your body.
When you're tired and bored,
And so sick of standing.
When you think you cant take anymore,
But then again you're still taking.
When you're walking and walking,
Never getting anywhere fast.
When you keep going and going,
Retreating further into the past.
When it's raining and wet,
The whole world is drowned
When you're lost and confused,
But theres no one to help around.
When you lose hope,
That's the end.
When you cant remember,
There's nothing to forget.
When you're not curious,
Theres noth
Whispered words and chanted chills
In silent spells through lightless nights
Make true the thrill of wicked will
Through lingering luck and changing chance.
It's a dance...
Dangerous dance, and bitter beauty,
Darkened dreams, unconscious cry-
It\'s all the creeping cringing feel
Of fear and fall and nightmare chill.
It's a chance...
The chilling chance you have to take
Makes light the fleeting laugh you make
That seems so strong- to make or break
The lack of fear you have to fake-.
It's a dance...
It's a chance...
To just admit your silent fears...
A dance of chills, a chance of tears...
It's a trance...
Current Residence: USA- east coast Operating System: Windows XP Shell of choice: seashells... Wallpaper of choice: the kind that stays on walls Personal Quote: "To thine own self be true."
The one thing I missed the most all these years is my writing. Time has taken it's toll on my favorite hobby, but I still scroll through my old work whenever I particularly miss it. Perhaps one day I'll have the time to pick up my pen again. One day...
... you can find my journal here: http://www.ujournal.org/users/nimrastarlight
~Nimra
[update]
I got a different journal... http://www.livejournal.com/~nimrastarlight ^_^ I should be keeping this one for slightly longer...
~Nimra
>.> i am genuinely surprised ppl still stop by this place... Every once in a few months i remember this thing exists. *maybe i'll post something again...*
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It was only 21+ weeks, but it's nice to see that you're back. I hope it's for more than two devitations, however.
Oh, and thank you so much for the .