Despite being a witch, of muggles she's fond,
Even too of ghosts, and magical beasts.
She halts and she hastens time with her wand
In amongst other great magical feats.
Reflecting you with her transfigured self,
Expertly translating or calculating,
Excelling at dates, thanks to her bookshelf,
Scoring with ease twelve O's (for Outstanding).
Up-ending the world and its gravity laws,
Re-drawing old star charts, and pressing ahead,
Jinxing the Devil's Snare to much applause,
And most of all, fighting dark things I dread.
Divining my thoughts and my words prior,
In her cauldron she brews draughts of desire...
(24th Jan 2006)
to sleep undreaming sleep
to not trip on Memory Lane
to press my path with steady hands
to not go there and back again
you haunt me in my slumbers
you drain my brain of thought
so I cannot process numbers
nor see the perils fraught
I peer into my wardrobe
I peel away my skin
but the vision still evades me
what they see when they look in
I want to watch blood fountains red
flood away my fragments of childhood
which is why I split all the time
and feel so misunderstood
***
(25th Jan 2006)
scarlet and ebony should never be mixed
like when my blood is smeared in my hair
which knows, like my veins understand th
Though sixteen days from now, my sixteenth year
Will dawn, and it will seam like all ills are cured
Except that emptiness inside
The gaping o-mouth
Sad as the moon's, but lasting longer
For she comes in phases
While my cavern shall never change shape
Like the North Star on the new moon's night
Like the solitary unblown birthday candle
Like the very last days of summer joy
Like the first clover blossoms
Like the rebellious gold leaves of fall
Or every single snowflake
You are unique in the way
You have the power to stand up
To never lean, to never sway
To cherish who you are, to drink from faith's cup
How'd you know
How it feels
When it's hurting so bad
You'd rather be stone
How'd you know
How it feels
When you're meant to be pure
As unfallen snow?
Because things aren't black and white
They're red all over
They're full of angst and spite
They've lost their four-leafed clover
Losing grip of their fate
In their history of hate
How'd you know
Why you'll want
To lose the heat from your skin
Watch your hot blood flow
How'd you know
Why you'd want
To spill coffee down your throat
Till the world spins so?
Because things aren't black and white
You're red all over
They're full of angst and spite
You've lost their four-leafe
Shrouded in snowy whiteness
Chains on the point of breaking
Encircled thick with darkness
My blinded eyes were shaking
And I started
Thinking, Dreaming, Of angels past
Wishing, Praying, That it could last
Singing, Writing, The angel's song
Thought I'd just found where I belong
Scarlet, the colour of blood
Along smooth ice hotly ran
Missing fate's blossoming bud
Scared to hold an angel hand
Cause I was
Thinking, Dreaming, Of angels past
Wishing, Praying, That this might last
Singing, Writing, An angel's song
Now I'd just found where I belong
All I had to do was turn
To see an angel behind
Took me to his heavenly home
Just
it's late
approaching midnight's gate
it's raining
my heart to yours is chained
by threads of blood
that join the flood
of everlasting bliss
which flow from your kiss
I see your eyes
like a chlorinated fire
corroding gaps
in puddles where a larva naps
ready to consume me
the way you set me free
then chained me to you forevermore
other girls cry about the new open door
but I, as time rolls on and grows to be late
dream on your face and give thanks to fate
When I look in the mirror as soon as I wake
As soon as I pick out the path I shall take
It\'s wrong the moment I walk out the door
I am never enough - I should always be more
I wait on through my endless winter chill
Holding my feelings back to stop the spill
The frost makes me feel so deaf and so dumb
As I am wishing and hoping for my summer to come
Why is it that nobody cares what I feel,
Why is it that nobody takes me for real?
Why is it my curse that my past is so dark?
What have I done to make such a mark?
Why is it the truth is not fair?
Why is it I can\'t find nobody nowhere?
All I want is a friendly being to help me fly
10 Things I Love About You by stella8h8chang, literature
Literature
10 Things I Love About You
I love the way you look at me
Melting shivers down my spine,
I love the way you hold me tight
Saying that I shimmer and shine.
I love the way we\'re close together,
I hate it whenever you\'re in tears,
I love the way I trust you deeply
The way I can hide in you my fears.
I love the sound of your voice,
I love your glittering emerald eyes,
I love it when you call me
When I realize you\'re not like other guys.
I love the way you email me
In your messy, misspelt style.
I love the way you make me laugh,
I love it when you make me smile.
Dark red vertical layers
Smooth, sandy arkose rock
Deposits of ancient waters
Extending seven kilometres down
Folded and faulted
Squeezed and crumpled
Buckled and buried
Uplifted and eroded
A story started nine hundred million years ago
Never ending
Infinitely eternal
She cautiously watches the goings-on around her
Waiting for a moment,
Waiting for the perfect time
To slip away unnoticed.
Her eyes glitter like diamonds
Revealing her to all who stare
Showing her hidden beauty
Invisible to those who glance but once
She leaps, she bounds, she now is free
The wilderness burns in her heart
A fire that blazes by itself
Needing no one to keep it alive
No one but herself
The Lone Wolf
The lioness creeps slowly on
Fearless, brave and bold,
She crouches down, as still as a rock
While the hunted one\'s blood runs cold.
Closer she creeps, crouching lower
And lower, as she reaches her prey.
She\'s ready to leap when the second comes
For her heart is wild today.
Her eyes are like burning coals in the dark,
Her fur is silky and soft.
Tonight she\'s out in the wilderness,
But tomorrow she\'ll be up in the loft.
For by day she is a house cat,
Sweet, placid and tame.
But by night she\'s a lioness
And she\'ll play her wild game.
By day, she will hide her boldness inside her
And sit on a cushion and purr,
Drink milk
Persephone in the Underworld by stella8h8chang, literature
Literature
Persephone in the Underworld
I shiver in the icy frostiness,
Freezing, wet and cold,
Trapped in a world of dark and damp,
I watch the creeping mould.
From one window I see the Plain of Asphodel,
Barren, dreary and bleak,
Where the shades of those who have gone,
Wander and endlessly seek.
Tartarus lies in the east,
A deep, dark hole in the earth,
Bottomless, cavernous and immense,
Bringing about a bad rebirth.
But in the palace of the underworld,
Where like a prisoner I live,
A place of blemished gold and tarnished silver,
Draining energy from me like a sieve.
Now I wonder day by day,
About the world above,
About the place I used to know,
The place I us
Despite being a witch, of muggles she's fond,
Even too of ghosts, and magical beasts.
She halts and she hastens time with her wand
In amongst other great magical feats.
Reflecting you with her transfigured self,
Expertly translating or calculating,
Excelling at dates, thanks to her bookshelf,
Scoring with ease twelve O's (for Outstanding).
Up-ending the world and its gravity laws,
Re-drawing old star charts, and pressing ahead,
Jinxing the Devil's Snare to much applause,
And most of all, fighting dark things I dread.
Divining my thoughts and my words prior,
In her cauldron she brews draughts of desire...
Current Residence: Australia, Earth, Milky Way Favourite genre of music: I love most forms of music (rap doesn't count) Operating System: Windows MP3 player of choice: iTunes Wallpaper of choice: my homemade ones Favourite cartoon character: at the risk of sounding childish, Mickey Mouse Personal Quote: "hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour" - Blake
Favourite Movies
a toss-up between LOTR and HP
Favourite Writers
How do I decide? the Brontes, JRRT, JKR, Virgil, Catullus, Sylvia Plath (trying to get a variety)
Wow. Another year has passed and I still haven't done anything...
Well, it's the end of the summer holidays and I am about to enter my final year of secondary schooling. It's an odd feeling, which is going to take reams of paper to describe, so I'll spare you the screens. You can go visit http://stella8h8chang.livejournal.com for the details on the changes in my life and the ways in which (I think) I've grown up.
I've been digging through my past and trying to discover mysteries about myself as a form of procrastination, and I've gotten back into the swing of "Songs of Adolescence" which is my anthology of poetry (I want to see how I develo
No, I do not do French, hence I can't put the verb into the past tense ( I got it out of a novel called "Rebecca" ).
Well, I'm back, girls and guys, nine months older and hopefully a lot wiser. I am now in my sixteenth year of wreaking havoc on the world and people around me. Expect floods of artwork to come your way now that I am "sweet sixteen" and the emotion should be flowing in torrents.
However, I have stopped drawing anime art, so expect to see that gallery shut for a while. On the other hand, I decided I'm rather into photography despite the fact I have a cheap camera. Hopefully if I do well this year I may get a nice Canon ixus or
Well, I had exams. I still have exams, in fact. But I completely neglected this devart account, because I was such a negligent idiot. I keep repeating myself now because I feel so guilty. I came in with like 200 messages, and unfortunately I had to delete all of them because my computer kept freezing. So I will endeavour to try to catch up with all of you, my dearest friends, by looking at your journals/galleries individually...I'm so sorry...I honestly didn't mean this...