Let the tear of emotion slide, let not thy memories be lost in time.

/You are welcome to come here, visitor. Enjoy the darkness, only I have the light.

27.06.2009., subota

shards of lore

Ma koga ja zavaravam, postati ću male djelove priča koje pisah ovog vikenda.

Za one koji ne znaju, volim pisat.
Imam nedovršenih dvadeset i sedam priča.
Pišem samo kada me uhvati inspiracija.

Ovo je jedna koja predstavlja ljubav. Vrti se oko vampira, vječnosti i takvih svaštarija (počeh pisati priču sa šesnaest godina :)), no naspram drugih priča, ova ili nema razrađenu TOČNU temu, no za sada ostaje samo jedan ljubić, kako to nazvao moj prijatelj. Te, kao i vjerojatno SVE što do sada napisao - više je kao skica nego dovršeni djelić, niti odjeljak. I da, pošto nemam dizajn+fot koji podržava uvekse, samo sam enter klikao.


PRVI DIO:
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"Jack!" she cried silently as she could of her excitement at seeing him at her bedroom window. She gracefully rose from the giant bed, with the matter being mostly black, with purple and crimson illustrations she was so fascinated with. They looked to her as sort of runes she has been known to dream of. Silly. Not so silly as his more humorous smile coming from just outside her window. She could only see his chest and his beaming face covered by a little overgrown black hair - he must have climbed all the way from the bottom of the castle. And he did that! How joyful!

She hurried over to the window, yet stopped in her cat run. She knew how how her parents felt about him, not being noble and all. She relaxed, extended her thoughts like always when she was trying to relax, but in truth, scouting where her parents were in the safest way possible. They were still on that late dinner over at Charred wing of the castle. She retreated to herself and bit her lip in anxiety. He did it! Oh my God! She couldn't believe it...

She made a motion to him to get a bit lower, all smiling, and when he did, pushed the windows open, and he beamed another smile at her, breathing hard. Just one glance at her, jumping on place with enthusiasm, made him hurry to climb over inside, trying to make as little sound as he could, and succeeded. "Hey!" was all he said. She just looked at him, utterly happy inside, she needed to control her emotions if she didn't want explode inside out. He actually did it!... and she flung herself at him. The hug was warm and loving, strong and so out of any control. They moved around her chambers like that a while, just as if they were both dancing as several nights before when they've met on the party she's been so bored of until then. She wanted to... to do everything to him, yet she restrained herself. "How soon? And where?"

The boy inhaled swiftly to settle the pace. "As soon as you can get yourself ready, it's close by, at the cliff overlooking the sea." He nodded to himself two times, remembering the plan. "I promised Dean I'll talk to Jennifer, so he made sure that nobody would be on the old hallway on the eastern part of the castle, and Oliver, son of the key keeper saved one key with which we'll be able to exit trough an old way out on somewhat northern part of the west walls and our way back we return trough the wine yard so it would seem as if you just sneaked out again for you night walks." he stopped and took a breath. She closed her arms in excitement and got on with putting on her robes. Beneath her purple nightgown, embroidered with many blooming flowers, she had the base of her clothing. She only put on her black shirt and her dress. Jack's sparkling and somewhat hungry eyes coming from the door were for him alone. He was content. And happy. Finally someone to talk to.

Same could be said for her.

As they silently maneuvered trough the castle, they clenched their hands together, thirsting for each other.
Their pace was somewhat uninterrupted. Few servants walked the hallways, but the hiding was easy..to get, and hard to get trough those tiny moments not to jump on one another. Their blood boiled. And continued to boil as they made their way out of the castle, running throughout the castle gardens, filled with pathways and colorful flowers on the sides...at they at least. Now they were simply some closed plants. Sleeping. These two were racing!


The pace sped even more up once they crossed the walls, unseed by the nightwatch, towards the wood.

She didn't know who first started to - they both started laughing out loud in their run, which led to their stop, needing to lay down and get air trought the fun. Not long after were they kissing in the meadow, wide less than seven hundred feet, full moon shining on them, under the sparkling infinity of stars. They were so in love, Ice Land would melt if they were there. But they were not. They were in the secure part of the castle outside grounds, in the night, under the watchful stare of that endless count of stars, rolling all over the meadow, kissing and laughing...

...

"How did you climb all the way?" They climbed some big tree she couldn't name. This part had almost no branches up anymore, leaving the sparkling sky exposed and the view over the ocean far and beneath save,as well reflecting the smiling sky. She was backed on one thick branch, smiling at him, standing some little away on the other end, with one hand easing himself on one of the loose branches.

He smiled in reply "It way fairy easy, I suppose. After your inspiration at the dance the other night" they both grinned [in memory] "I told myself, hell, I must give a try. It was easy, at first. Next thing the following day I recalled all people I've met and things they've said, and made a plan of talks which could lead me all they way up to your room... but it turned out that not so many people could be got to talk, so I decided that what I had was enough." He paused a little, watching her beautiful on the moonlight, then turned to the moon itself. "I gained grounds with the exit, entrance with the key, but not the very castle grounds at that rate, so I sneaked in, mumbling to myself about being late to the dinner whenever a servant would pass or another noble. I remember seeing a balcony some floors beneath your own, and since that part was done in earlier centurys, ih had to have some unperfection about it, so I decided, what the hell, I might as well give in a try." He flourished his free hand "You know how I like climbing... trees." he smiled. He spared another glance form her to those shiny endless mass of lights in the sky. "Thanks!" is all he said in toughts.



DRUGI DIO PISANJA:
Tu sam bio napisao nešto lijepo, no kiknulo me sa interneta i nije se spremilo. Makar ovo jest nastavak tako reći, stariji su ovdje, te, makar jest nastavak (ponavljam se...) u biti je ovo dio jene druge priče, gdje se radnja biva između tri povezana svijeta (kada pročitate kraj shvatiti će te zašto ili kako (a u slućaju na nećete biti ta osoba, e, onda pročitajte malo bolje:D). Jesam njub...
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He quirked his smile in memory. It's been almost five years since then.
She was really kind of devoted to him. What happened to her that made her to separate their way into two, he won't know, and doesn't wish to know anymore. If she would tell, fine, it'll rise to the surface and bring another discussions, but he grew content with the situation as it is. His life was so changed now. Althou he still was himself, so many new experiences in the flood can't keep picture the same. Maybe it's still in development - he knew it was still painting and it won't stop until his dieing moment, the fact of so many black spots on it irritated, saddened him to almost no end. He so wished to restore that part of the painting, but the reach is too far, and too late. New colours will come, but in the last couple of months he really didn't cared about it. Not at least when you lose yourself in the torrent. But he wasn't lost.
He was torn.

Half the painting has scrapped and broke, and the frame lost half it's part, and that part was already half spent, so he had somewhat quarter of himself left. He sighted. She was the key at the time, and it didn't budged. It.. she, leaved.

But friendship remained after a time. It was enough...

He walked on. She was already halfway trough the forest. He didn't want to meet her here, in the meadow. This was the home of love they once shared, and he did not want to wake those feelings. Not tonight. He stopped walking from counterclock circle and went to that tree he still admired. His age and stories were fascinating. As far as he was concerned, this giant brown tree was the heart of this green amd, magic, wood. It was so immensely peacful here. He exhaled. He hoped their visit here wouldn't shift this balance, this tranquility. This forest was clean of scars. It did not need an imprint. Not by him...them.

He climbed the tree to the usual spot, then decided to go further up. Wind from the top most branch was... extraordinary. He decided to calm himself the best he could. So he climbed, as fluently as he could, and slowly rose there on the top. Wind was strong enough to interrupt with the balance, but he was good with balance. He moved to branch's center, took his position to feel the wind as strong as he could, without in the result being tripped into leaves that sang each time the wind blew by.

He did not know much time has passed, but he was more aware of his surroundings as the trance of wind's song weakened.
"Wind always has new stories to wonder on. Leaves listen and whisper in return, and they sush and they flinch, pass the story to the rest, and other leaves tell the story on, until whole conection knows. Do you know what they say right now?" He felt her some branches beneath, but he wasn't waiting long for her response. If he waited any longer, perhaps she would've. "I wish I do." he sadly confessed "I still can hear, but no longer comprehend." He dropped his arms, slowly, not to lose balance, and opened his as at the same time he took another step back, and closed them fast again. After twelve or so secured steps, he rested his back against the tree, took a deep breath and exhaled, opened his eyes, his sight shadowed by the leaves. He turned his stare down.

"Nice to see you again." she said. Maybe she wore the same dress, he didn't apply much detail to that. Her scent was still sweet, voice so warm, and her eyes maybe even more deeper. And sad.

He breathed out a little, blinked and quirked his smile up. After several seconds he noded "You as well." He rested stronger on the tree "So..." he began... "How you've been?"

"Same as always." her singing voice replied "Traveling around with my parents, teaching me about diplomacy, same as every time." She tilted her head to the side "At you?"

"Huh" he breathed. "Nothing new since my last letter. Still the same. Empty and forgotten." He did not need to tell what he meant.

"I'm sorry to hear that." she sincerely said. "Singing is what we both find as beautiful."

"Heh... yes." I said. "But as singing as with no feeling, no understanding, not one caring note, well, that's bad... that's very bad."

...

"I CAN'T!" he shouted with close tears in his eyes. "I CAN'T FEEL ANYMORE. NO HAPPINESS, NO SORROW, NOT ONE THRILLING ECHO OF EMOTION IN ANY SINGLE THING I DO, EXCEPT THE ALWAYS PRESENT BLACKNESS! I - I - I TRY TO FEEL, T -TRYING NOT TO GIVE NOTHING... but I can't " his voice broke, he turned away, slumped his shoulders "I freaking can't. I'm not feeling anything. I'm as empty as I can be..." he kneaded his his fingers against his face. She did not move from her position, not once ever since this part of the talk started. She just stood there, with sorrow in her eyes.

"I can still see" he voiced after a time "I can still... hear, but I cannot smell nor taste. Like listening to whole orchestra and considering it just as a noice, many instruments just playing their sounds, not interpret them at all. It's a pain. No comprehension. Only a sound... with no meaning." she shuddered on his whisper.

She didn't react when he turned and sat to the ground. She too couldn't feel, at least, not in the same way, as he did. The sound was the same, but with the gap of emotions, a way must be learned to learn to combine the sounds, like in the mathematics, and then listen to them combined. True, to feel them, can not be achieved anymore, but that bridge of understanding can be built...with strong will of determination. And with time. "I shouldnt've made him a vampire on that ball a year ago." That blackness and not remembering was probably his worry, his...fear inside mind of not understanding all the small things he understood before - like a melody to which he even by intense listening could not give any comprehension in the process. He was so lost with grief, he probably did not move from the paper and ink and quill, struck with shock as days passed by and no words left out. So much lost in thought, he didn't even notice that new hunger, a new need, that must be sated. That black moments must be when he lost his mind and went on the spree to sate his hunger, yet so lost, he did not remember a thing. What a lucky, yet sad beginning. She exhaled and paced slowly to kneel before him. She mustn't reveal the truth, until he himself finds out, and accept the emerged fact. Until then, there was nothing she could do. "Jack.." she started.

He reached out and hug her, dug his head beneath his chin. She calmy accepted it and closed the hug. "This will pass. I know and I promise you." She stroked his hair "It will go away."

She didn't stop stroking. He did not release hug.

"I really should not have done this. It's too much for him, an empath." voice within her said. "But as with everyone, it will pass... if he accepts."

"You will be Vaxsysl again." she whispered to his ear "Just give time. Everything will be alright."

"I hope so." he voiced, dead of emotion.

And with right. His memores as human will vanish, as with everyone does, over time. His mental strength will rise, as with everyone has. He will rise to understanding, as everybody does. he will live it trough, as most do. To befriend the abyss is not so easy task, yet when you shape it, better things are within your grasp. And time... is eternal, unbound of mortal life.

She hugged him harder. He was so bound to emotions of nature, she was afraid he would never let go....



"And he won't..." voice echoed on the stage. The theatre was in dark. Curtain held no colour, and it was closed for now. Not many things could be seen, but grand it was for sure and wide, wide open to the public... but to no one. Where in the human world should be seats, there, was a mist. A mist, which showed things as well as any mirror would, only the mist did not reflect anything yet, but rather showing the other side, what is happening there, where Time Keeper had to set his threads to shape the future as the world deemed fair. He played a little more, untill he let it go. The mist changed shape and the picture broke in half, quarter, and snapped clean, vanished from the sight, decided for eternity. Work of delicate weaving was done, and as he waited for another turn to play and control the tide, he waited and sang with pride, to no one in particual, but voice boomed where audiece should be, sending ripples trough the mist onto the mortal world. It hummed, hummed on the wind, whispering in the air, his voice, searching for more, waiting in response, planning next plot to weave, with his sinister look, but with happy ending weaving to his play...

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prve stvari...

/
"Death seeks us all,
Death comes for us all. But not everyone shall die, those strong in love will live forever on.
"

O BLOGU:
(kako blog postoji već niz godina uz većinu inaktive, ne stignem promijeniti sve, no ovdje u boxu će te lako shvatiti što je novo a što staro po stilu)

Imam tri male stvari koje bih želio da gledate kao neka pravila, da izbjegnemo živciranje. Bez lanci sreće i molim vas nemojte mi ostaviti deset komentara riječ po riječ, napišite rađe jedan pošteni, bio bih zahvalan, jer količina komentara mi je nebitna i kada mi se nakupe takvi bezvezni, dignu mi tlak, kao i kada netko nekoga otvoreno vrijeđa. Nemojte psovati jedni na druge na mom blogu, ali se možete svađati :)
Uglavnom, pišem malo o svom životu, objavljujem svoje priče i pjesme, te moje filozofije od kojih mnoge boli glava. Pa možete čitati, tko ima živaca i volje - i vremena. Blog je nastao iz želje upoznavanja drugih ljudi.


I cherish all the memories!
Don't you forget that!
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Određeni postovi (od 149) slijede skoro pa i kronološko:

- Vaxsysl's first post
- a song about "Grief"
- song of "Undying"
- "Undying" video
- another song
- prve gluposti filozofske
- once, they flied...
- one sad love story
- Obećanje Zaboravljeno
- Gavran
- juggle fire
- your voice I don't hear
- trouble with milk
- drugged
- my sister's video #1
- sestrin video #2
- online known, in life loved
- disclaimer of Gekkeiju
- Leave me to scream
- psycho speaking truth
- incomplete Split trip
- philosophy (long)
- srednja škola gotova plus vaxsyslov tvrdi san
- i preko SMSa se gubi prijateljstvo
- Dva značenja
- moja prijateljica Adriana
- Poljubac do zore
- o tjelesnoj ljepoti
- shards of lore #3
- vaš život u šest riječi


O Autoru
F.B. piše priče i pjesme, za sada još početnički. Inspiracije su mu drugi ljudi, događanja, priroda i emocije osjećene tim putem. Rođen je 1989.godine. Prebiva u Samoboru, gdje je završio ugostiteljsku školu i nastavio dalje za hoteljersko turističkog komercijalista, položio u Algebri tečaj za grafičkog dizajnera, te trenutačno pohađa jezičnu školu Littera u Samoboru. Tamo uči Francuski i Engleski jezik. Cijeni umjetnost i fasciniraju ga razmišljanja, tekstovi, pjevanja i svirke koje dodiruju srca, dubina duša. U slobodno vrijeme čita knjige, udžbenike, piše pjesme, priče ili pjeva, glumi pred ogledalom, te visi i previše za računalom. Veoma cijeni ljubav. Ne shvaća laž.
Vaxsysl...Rijetko tko zna što zaista znači, a čulo se je dosta verzija. Uvijek ga možete naći na adresi vaxsysl@gmail.com uz uvjet da se predstavite i ne škakljate živce, te u mirnim šetnjicama po gradu.




Fallen Lines





/
"Even unchained devils have angels of their own."



"Music guides my life, it's entity is blessed."

/
"I adore the night,
for it's so cool and calm,
so unlike my heart.
Especially near the sea,
on a cliff, to feel the wind
and the breeze...

"

/
"And the dawn,
when I'm awakened
by the dragon's cry,
...
"




/
"In my dreams she comes,
mocking me, awaking my lust.
Sometimes she so lovely
I don't want to wake
for another night.
"



Blogerija

Ljudi koje upoznah preko bloga:

kimigirl
Prijateljica koja voli fotografirati, pisati tekstove i učiti jezike.

Tibby
Prijateljica koja ima zakon hrčka kojeg nisam upoznao.

Poet of Darkness
Preko internta se upoznali, u stvarnom životu također veoma nedostaje. Posta svoje priče, pjesme i lude redke za čitanje!

The Devil Herself
Priča. Autorica -> gledaj gornji link!

living4past
Prijateljica koja voli zalijevati mene vodom kao omiljenu biljku... dobiti ce ona svoju porcijupjeva ...kada se napokon i vidimo jednog dana...

*[.alessa.]*
Ljubičasti svijet... možda vas progutam pazitesmijeh


Blog družina:

Agata
Još jedna osoba koja piše pjesme i priče. Voljeh pričat s njom.

Propheta Nemo
Nasmije me često, super postovi, lik je legenda. (pa, vjerojatno, nisam ga upoznao, no volio bih...)

krejziblondita
Mislim da naslov govori sam za sebe wink

Violence, love, blow job...
Smijeh, vezan uz naslov.

Da mi je nešto slatko...
Njam njam recepti :) [njihova web stranica!]

smisao života 42
Malo filozofije malo svega...
(kada je ona obrisala blog, bio sam veoma žalostan.. volio bih da se vrati)
Update: Dobrodošla natrag!

Arthemisia Dostojevski
-plejsholdr-

Helada
Kada sam u filozovskom raspoloženju ili u potrebi za znanjem, idem k njoj. Gladni jezik: Latinski.


Red spomenika na drage mi ljude. Neka su sjećanja dala suze:

dark wings
Odoše...

rock on...
Blog od frendice...sretno, živjela! thumbup

coming soon
blog mojih 2 frenda, ugl. recenzeriraju filmovesmokin

recordable shit
Odoše...

† Nocturna the Ekselencija †
Super blog, te i ono kak treba biti, i osoba!

Charlotte the Harlot
Odoše...

svaasta
Komentiranje svijeta i okolice.

The Fallen Angel
Odoše...

sensitive bitch
kao što i naslov kažesmijeh

sukkubus
Odoše...

Nightfall
Odoše...

Brutal Perversion
prijateljica iz blizine. malo ćaknuta smijeh

Killia
at least you can try

Child of Bodom
Odoše...

L!dach
Plava, luda i lijepa. Opasna!

nibiru
Odoše...

kaLu
Odoše....

dr.woozie
pametni postovi, iznenađujuće teme

Ivona
Odoše

Tea
Odoše...

Iris
What can I say about a wandering soul...

Thor
Muški bloger (oho!), lik je kreativne duše i sa mnogo pameti u glavi rofl(kaj se smiješ ti??)

R.I.P.
A eto, blizankinje, volim pročitat postove i super slike...grrr
Bio je to jedan od dražih blogova.

Lyran
Prijatelj kojeg ne poznam tako dobro, no poznam dovoljno dobro da si budemo super!

Pascal
Moj najbolji prijatelj. Any questions? Imam ja, koji vražičak ušao u tebe da si počeo vježbati?! :)

x.nepoznata djevojcica.x
Nepoznati živeći objekt. Čudna je ona...stvorenje!

Mariane the Anxiety
Kada si s nekime dobar no ne održavaš baš redovit kontakt, e, to je naš priajteljski odnos. zaliven

Rock Angel
Ma živjela mila mi prijateljica!

Ficky
Muška rijetkost za jedan grad.

Aryx
My new online friend...

Kanoe - The Messiah of Silence
Nekoć mlada patološka lažljivica. Tko zna što je sa tom glavom danas.

[opheliac]
Ova sadistica je na drogama, strogo preporucujem sporazumijevanje iskljucivo preko nekog nevidljivog zidasmijeh;)

Natural Blondie
Odoše...

Super-Marija!
Zrela i pametna djevojčica iz okolice. Cura želi biti spisateljica i zaželimo joj sreću u tome!naughty You go girl!

Wiccan kinky child :)
Razgovori uvijek bivaju interesantni, isijava svojevrsnom magijom koja (ne)mira radi.

Sad but true...but what can I do about it?
I u nama zaboravljenim regijama, dalekim i nedostižnim, možete naći dobre ljude sa kojima se dobro slažete.

Snježno Bijela Kraljica
Ponekad su postovi toliko grubo istiniti da mi zna biti teško komentirati.

Zanimljivosti

WEB SITES:
YouTube, sve za svakoga
Doživih šok kada jedna osoba nije zanala za YouTube...odonda je tu!!
Deviantart
Umjetnost, za sve nas!
Happy Tree Friends
Jedan od mojih omiljenih brutalnih crtića...
Algoritam
Shopping!
Wikipedia
Enciklopedija za sve. Također jedna osoba nije znala za ovo.
Facebook
Kud turci, tud i Mujo!
WebSudoku
Ovisnik sam :)
3d Logic
(link ne radi, javite alternativu!)
Imate 30 razina ugodnog razmišljanja.
Garfield
My idol ^.^ jk
Questionable Content
Zanimljiv strip. Romantika iiiiii svojekakvi humor.
Dark Legacy
Fantasy strip.
Giant in the playground games
'ko i gore.

"Her wings were once white, the purest innocence of her heart. Her wings are now dark, with no grace, her heart taken by my disgrace."