At night, far away, in ancient Japan...
A fair maiden slumbered, only to be awakened sejak blood curdling screams. She open her eyes to a frightening sight, the bodies of her most beloved servants and close relatives astray on the floor, lifeless, dead. She hastily slide open the doors to her room, and ran down the corridor, which was lit with the moonlight that seeped through the paper doors, which were now drenched in blood.
Though her limbs felt heavy, she ran as fast as her hati, tengah-tengah beat. Running away from the cries of her family still being slaughtered sejak an unknown murderer, away from what she knew she could not defeat for she was aware of how helpless she was.
Finally, she reached the outside.
She fell to her knees in the bleak white snow, her kimono stained with the blood of those killed right before her eyes, she was petrified with horror. But in the midst of her terror, she realized...she was completely alone...
..."maybe it was all a dream..." she hoped, trying to avoid the reality of the catastrophe...
...But the seterusnya morning, she would awake to find that the 'dream' had become a living nightmare...
...And her wales of sorrow would echo in the sky for no one to hear...
(a kimono is traditional Japanese clothing)
A fair maiden slumbered, only to be awakened sejak blood curdling screams. She open her eyes to a frightening sight, the bodies of her most beloved servants and close relatives astray on the floor, lifeless, dead. She hastily slide open the doors to her room, and ran down the corridor, which was lit with the moonlight that seeped through the paper doors, which were now drenched in blood.
Though her limbs felt heavy, she ran as fast as her hati, tengah-tengah beat. Running away from the cries of her family still being slaughtered sejak an unknown murderer, away from what she knew she could not defeat for she was aware of how helpless she was.
Finally, she reached the outside.
She fell to her knees in the bleak white snow, her kimono stained with the blood of those killed right before her eyes, she was petrified with horror. But in the midst of her terror, she realized...she was completely alone...
..."maybe it was all a dream..." she hoped, trying to avoid the reality of the catastrophe...
...But the seterusnya morning, she would awake to find that the 'dream' had become a living nightmare...
...And her wales of sorrow would echo in the sky for no one to hear...
(a kimono is traditional Japanese clothing)
The Man With No Eyes Collection (1): The Actor
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the takhta that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if anda liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the takhta that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if anda liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)
I'm setting here looking at a paused Televisyen screen and i soon think to myself is that the way that our life is life when we are put on hold.
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be atau are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do anda think about this journal entry that i just wrote anda need to think about what i berkata and give me your best anwsers that anda can give.
thnx erie morgan maples
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be atau are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do anda think about this journal entry that i just wrote anda need to think about what i berkata and give me your best anwsers that anda can give.
thnx erie morgan maples
Why, do things have to be so hard
In life?
Why can't things be easy
And everyone could just enjoy
Their short lives.
Betrayed
sejak an old friend
sejak an old boyfriend
It feels like the whole world
Has gone on the enemy's side
Why do things have to be so complicated?
Tears are rolling down my cheek
As life goes on,
That's what I do.
Because I feel unused, unhelpful, abandoned.
Life goes on
And even though I try
To shrug off the troubles I have had in the past,
Smiling,
Inside, I am extremely hurt
Stabbed sejak my own friends
I am deserted
Even though I smile
I am hurt
I am betrayed.
In life?
Why can't things be easy
And everyone could just enjoy
Their short lives.
Betrayed
sejak an old friend
sejak an old boyfriend
It feels like the whole world
Has gone on the enemy's side
Why do things have to be so complicated?
Tears are rolling down my cheek
As life goes on,
That's what I do.
Because I feel unused, unhelpful, abandoned.
Life goes on
And even though I try
To shrug off the troubles I have had in the past,
Smiling,
Inside, I am extremely hurt
Stabbed sejak my own friends
I am deserted
Even though I smile
I am hurt
I am betrayed.
Hate.Disappointment.Regret.They all make up some of the worst thing in our lives...then why can't we just give it up?Give it up and just throw all our problems away?The answer is simple because this,this is reality not a fairytale atau some fiction story,where the writer can just have their way over their characters like puppets.No.Not at all in reality does one have their way to control their life atau the lies that people tell them.There's no stopping your troubles in life atau changing the regret you've made in the past ...it's life.