Siren's Call

Walking empty streets
Not knowing the way
The future beneath my feet
Face turned to yesterday

Thinking it was all unfair
It must have been fate
That you were standing there
'Ere it was too late

I crashed into you unseeing
In this quiet place
Shaking my entire being
Though I never saw your face

I couldn't hear
When you spoke to me
Blinded by fear
I somehow couldn't see

But it was then that you said
That I should not be afraid
That I should look ahead
That my mistakes could be unmade

I should have been listening
I should have seen
You were all I was missing
All that might have been

Between Darkness and Flame

I wrote what follows for fun; it may or may not appear in my book and will likely undergo serious rewrites when/if it does. Just throwing this out there to say that the show is indeed still on.



It was the lone light of a candle that finally broke the darkness, sinuous shadows scattering wildly before the flickering flame. The light was so bright, after being blinded by the blackness, that she could not endure it, instead looking away with slitted eyes to assess the state of her body. Pain throbbed through her ankles in dull thrusts as if the iron manacles that encircled them were really serrated knives sawing through her flesh. Dark red rivulets oozed out from beneath the manacles to mingle with the dried crust of old blood. She could feel the weakness in her limbs. She struggled grimly to pull herself together, to sit up and face the candlebearer with stoic defiance, but it seemed that her body would not respond to her will. Nausea gripped her and she retched, though nothing came up but air. She collapsed on her side, breathing heavily. Still, she tried to face her tormentor. With as much feeble strength as she could muster, she tried to roll onto her back so she could see him. Sudden, harsh, derisive laughter greeted her ears, as the pain of a heavy blow hammered her head, followed by the return of sweet, merciful darkness.

It felt like an eternity had passed, but the candlelight was still there when she awoke once more, though much dimmer. From where she lay, sprawled on her side, she could see the candle sitting on the stone floor, burning low and guttering. Her head pounded painfully, echoing the throbbing in her ankles, so it was some time before the implications of the candle's presence sank in. She froze. A voice hissed from the darkness behind her.

"Where isss Nashhhina Arisssana? Where isss the Shhhadowsssong?"

Copyright Ryan Adams, October 12, 2008 (oh yes, i take this very seriously)

Hiatus

The Thesis keeps me busy.
Poetry and writing shall come again.
Fear not.

sunrise

willowy branches
dappled in shadow
sparkling with light
in the mellow dew
of morning's mist

lost in thoughts

sitting by himself
in a lonely corner
eyes upon the ceiling
counting the cracks
sunbeams cross the floor
as time slowly passes
he watches the dust
float through the air
bones ache and groan
but still he sits alone

a drop in the ocean

she sat alone upon the bluff
looking out across the sea
a song did issue from her lips
of sorrow soft and sweet
teardrops fell from her cheeks
to mingle far below
with salty waves and ocean spray
to drown in the deep

for friendship

today, i went to a housewarming party for a friend i've known for a long time. the theme of the party was that we had to create something decorative for her new room. some people made paintings and others made sculptures of fantastical creatures. my contribution was this poem, since i have very little artistic talent. my friend wrote it in watercolour paint and painted some flowers around it for me. the poem itself is lighthearted, but i think conveys the message of how all her friends care for her. the creatures in the poem are references to some of the paintings and sculptures that others created for her.


candles flicker and shadows dance
across the walls, figures prance
moving, changing with every glance
teasing you at every chance

you may see a hedgehog there
or rabbits breeding everywhere
and a robot, to be fair
all have beauty, all are rare

but look inside and you will see
that these creatures are meant to be
reflections of those you see
in your heart, roaming free

old wounds

appearing as if from thin air
a shimmering image of mist
in frosted, regal glory
she beheld ancient ruins
of a kingdom torn apart
in this there was no pain
only sadness in her heart
a reflection of her soul
lost in shadows

a king in my own mind

spinning further and deeper
i know you just want to help me
but i'm not in this to be your slave
push me harder, make me feel
like there's nothing in my world

and then i close my eyes

you judged me then, i used to be afraid
used to be afraid to let it show
but now i can drown the monster
make all the bad dreams go away
i refuse to be your slave

and when i close my eyes

a darkness falls, closing it all out,
brighter than any light of day
in there you cannot touch me
no matter how hard you may try
you judge me now, but i'm not bowed

a king in my own mind


*** modified lyrics to suit my mood from the song "The Quiet Place" by In Flames. all credit for original lyrics go to them***

a sunny afternoon

we make music
in the daylight
watch the sun fly
across blue sky
we just lie here
on the green grass
breeze gently flows
as we compose
fingers entwined
lips softly brush
the music soars
we kiss some more