...should've posted something here sooner, sorry about that. my printer hates me so my scanning's been sporadic, and now I've left my notebooks at home and I'm in Fredonia. x_x; haven't forgotten about things here...I'm just a spazz. -_- back when I get my hands on my notebooks again...

from Faust, Goethe (translation: Alice Raphael ( Read more... )

[were my printer/scanner being cooperative, I could give you an idea.. but this was me being bored and trying out a different handwriting, with a song stuck in my head]I should have known you'd bid me farewell ( Read more... )

amber lies scattered over the fading ground
   precious tones born of things now dead

Mortal Angel

And I, once an angel, am now bound to your mortal world, abandoned in the fog of Time.  And you, pretty one, you look far more an angel than I, Heaven's Light resides in the corner of your bright eyes, eagerly finding beauty in all things ( Read more... )

shadow begins to gently blend with skin
   a soft embrace
   a lover welcomed
       the sharpness of day worn away
       waves of time which smooth even diamond
nocturne of notes born before the stars

memory colours the world in its own fashionartificial light casts the pallor of lifelessness ( Read more... )

mackie - dark yrs.:
       - Mephistopheles-like - debonair and charming and all, but with a crudeness about him.

a bridge crossing nothing
passing through the gate closing on summer
dark forms shift in grey air

sunset bound, pinned down
   into scattered dots of seperated colour

sketch

the flickering of images unreal ( Read more... )

     Give me your words, I beg of you, darling one, I shall perish if I cannot speak, but these phrases scatter at my every breath and I cannot reach them, though I grasp with all the longing in my ever-suffering soul. Your eyes, my soul as it should be glistens within them, your eyes that once were mine, your heart that I long ago abandoned, your ( Read more... )

"I always figured, they're making fun of you, they're paying attn. to you." - Prof. Fiet

"Was that disrespectful to the table?" - Prof. Fiet, after jumping up onto itthe shadow soothes closed your once-bright eyes ( Read more... )

soul drowned in song ( Read more... )