~.:Tiger Lily's Writings:.~

[Tiger Lily]

Well, I guess I'll start with a recent and very new poem that I wrote. Happy Reading; comments are always great.

Damaged Senses

The eyes, colored spheres, open to the world but cannot see.
They travel the world, blind, but looking and searching.
Searching for the life that the soul should be living.
Looking to live in a world that is slowly dying.
Eyes, wide open, looking around without pure vision,
Seeking for color, trying to make the right decision.

The ear, resting on the side of the head, wait for sound but cannot hear.
They strain and listen, but no noise reached them.
How can they have the experience of music?
How can the learn the melody of voice?
Ears to listen, to hear, to collect sound.
Trying to catch the slightly rhythm with deafness so profound.

The nose, doing its best to capture the sweet fragrance.
It draws in our life, our oxygen, the very breathable source.
However, what is accepted is tainted and foul.
It crawls deep inside, decaying from the inside out.
A struggle takes hold, pushing for clean oxygen.
It truly is a treasure what is free given.

The mouth, preparing the speech...the words...
Pushing past lips to live, to unfurl.
But, no gentle comfort shall the tongue taste.
Its function nonexistent...such a waste.
Nothing sweet, sour, bitter, or salt comes here...
This sense left to rot...too much to bear.

The hands, how they blossom apart like flowers.
Touching...feeling...exploring for hours.
Numbness is all that breathes upon the skin.
Nothing is alive...death residing within.
A caress of shame closes these blossoms tight.
No more power to be held, no more will to fight.

Damaged sense are difficult to fathom.
No thought of understanding if one does not have them.
No though of the meaning that is taken for granted...
No pulsing veins of pathways containing knowledge, fully appreciating what's been given.
How dull the creatures with such gifts are...
Until, forever lost...left in the arms of the dark.
What will is there left when full comprehension ascends?
What is there to do but continue on life's broken bend?

Strange how it is when realization hits.
Nothing shall be taken for granted again, information coming in trails and bits.
As perfect senses struggle to find balance...
They leave themselves open to destruction and malice.
As perfect senses lose on main key...
That one is forever lost while the others battle to breathe.
For life before this defect came was perfectly easy.
Now, hardship ensues, making the victim cry out in frustration, tried and worn out from trying.

Push and pull, the muscles want desperately to heal.
They wish to smell, see, taste, hear, and feel.
But damaged they are from within the days of birth...
The road to health too far...too much girth.
So, these damaged things shall all but fade...
Leaving the mess behind of sorrow and decay.
Now, all that's left are blurs of memory...
When they flourished with energy, working properly.

Remember a statue of monkey's time three?
Remember how they couldn't hear, speak, or see?
It's a wonder what would happen if that were really true.
The senses cut off, not having a purpose, having nothing to do.

Now, survival is the most important thing to the senses unharmed.
To live and exist without damage.
To grow stronger as time travels on and age becomes wiser.
What to expect then from the senses and their user?
How it is that when the ordinary is there everyday...it's taken for granted?
Shouldn't such things be treasured and cherished?
But, such knowledge only comes from the wise.
This cannot come from a soul who hasn't experienced life.
Damaged senses...what a thing to think about.
Such wonder gifts the senses are...difficult to live without...lovely to live with.
But, as the day draws to a close and you have all your fingers and toes, everything winds down to a stop.
Maybe the mind gets filled with thought...with dreams galore.
Maybe the senses were never damaged before.
But, when the realty comes like a wave and crashes,
Every thought goes back to the damaged senses.

[Tiger Lily]

Unspoken Words, Empty Pages


It is late in the afternoon, the breeze is blowing, it's a nice Autumn day, and it is peaceful. Here, in my house, I sit...pen in hand...blank, white paper in front of me. "Tap, tap, tap," I drum the pen on my knee, trying to bring the story in my mind to life. But, the page remains ever to empty. Why can't I write? Why wont the words flow out endlessly, giving my story life? The pen leaves my hand...the paper remains blank as I leave to clear my thoughts. In all the wombs where my words are born, many a scattered though take place. My mind seems to be restless...out of control...noisy and loud. If I cannot think straight, if I cannot focus, the tale shall never be told the way I want it. The traffic of thoughts will not come to a halt in the catacombs in my mind. They will soon implode and spread like a virus with no fire wall to halt them. And, while all this occurs, the paper still remains ever so quiet...no words calling out to tell the imagination speaking aloud as you read. Why does this happen to me? Why wont my thoughts silence or merge into one so I can write?

More static is added to the every growing white noise inside my head. I cannot seem to stop this wave of unwanted insanity. Wishing for quiet, I travel outside, greeted by mother nature. She sends her precious warmth from the sun that feels like an embrace. She touches my cheek and forehead with her breeze as though she were bestowing me with a kiss. I close my eyes and breathe in deep within my ever expanding lungs. The air rushes from me as I exhale and suddenly, I feel light. The heaviness of my racing mind is gone and I feel sane once more. I feel as though I can now breathe easy. I feel that I can now think of the story that I want to share.

Rushing back to the vacant leaflet of with, pen back in my grip, a few lines manage to sneak out before the wall begins to rebuild. Why they rebuild, I do not know. I prefer the times when they are gone for a while and my creativity reins supreme. Sometimes, it takes a little time for the lotus blossom to unfold to let my creative side out, but it seems worth the wait. But, then, a few days, sometimes week later, everything happens all over again. The cloud comes back, blocking the view to my vision. No rain fall downs, no wind blows, and the cloud just sits there. Another page holds unspoken words, remaining empty like it's sibling before. My thoughts, for one, are not there to fill in the spaces of the void.

So, once again, I am here...pen in hand, white page in front of me, completely blank. It stares at me as if asking what I'm going to write today. Not having the answer, I simply remove myself from the pages empty glare and leave. There is nothing I can do for what does one do with unspoken words and empty pages?

[Tiger Lily]

To Be Human


In the busy streets of New York city, the day starts fresh, "open" signs are turned on in shops, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafts into the air. Usually, one is not seen without a shot of Joe and the daily news paper in the big city. The articles and stories of the rich and famous weave in and out of the tabloids, the lives of the celebrities ring about in bold, black lettering, and then you would fin the less important writings published within the back pages. This is where on suck article has been printed, but still manages to draw the curious eye of the reader towards it, the title reading, "To be Human, pg. 20". Still having that curiosity rolling around, one might actually take that time to read what has been written...

...*Hello to all of New York's elite, whom of which has chosen to read my article today. My name is Andromeda Galatea. Yes, I know, this name makes me sound as though I've come from a galaxy far, far away (Haha, excuse the Star Wars pun) but no, I am just your everyday, down to earth, article news writer. Now that we've gotten that lovely introduction out of the way, on to my reason and topic of this piece.

Do you ever stop to wonder, even for a few minutes, what it truly is to be human? You're probably saying "no" right about now, adding to it that you have too much on your plate to worry about such things. Then again, you might not care. However, to those of you that have taken an interest in the make-up of the humanity to which you were born, keep reading. You might just find something to turn the gears inside the grey matter that rests between your ears.

The question and theme of this printed press is..."what is it, truly, to be human?". There are probably over a thousand ways to answer this one inquiry. Which answers are true, which or them are false, which answers are pure fantasy? In my opinion, there is no right or wrong reply...just thoughts that differ from one another. If the paper in your hands had a mouth, I would listen to the thoughts that you would tell me and place them in this news snippet. Of course, not all of them would be able to fit. Oh dear, I seem to be rambling off subject a bit.

So, to be human...to be flesh, blood, muscle, bone, tissue, organs, and cells. To be of body, mind, and soul. To merely even have a soul. All these things become obvious selections that you or someone else might pick to answer the question. As another writer, such as myself, said "Everyone and everything has a story being it or them. It is just the matter of how we capture that story that will make it special". The story of the human being is the theory of evolution. Many believe this theory and many do not. But, even with this story, what is it to be human? Well, here's my thought on the topic.

To be human is the very thing that brought you to read this article; curiosity. To be human is to be curious about the unknown. To be human is to be curious of what we known little about and to find out more. The curious drive reaches out like many hands trying to grasp for information to broaden the knowledge bank. To find answers is also to be human. Answers to the questions that we may or may not have. It's in our genetic make-up to want more knowledge no matter what the subject is.

To be human is to feel emotions. We feel hate, happiness, love, sadness, anger, joy, shock, and so much more. We also feel the physical aspect of these emotions on levels that cannot be explained. For example, with anger, our blood races, our hearts pump exceedingly fast, and red comes across our vision. Anger soon turns into hate and spreads further into things that we might come to regret later on. With joy and happiness, it's as though the sun is shining through us. Our glee shoots off us and hits someone else to brighten their day. Other emotions spawn different ones as after effects, but that is part of being human, right?

To be human is to car. To care for something or someone can mean two things; we either become caretakers, providing a safe environment, or we nurse a soft spot for a special person. Human beings care for thousands of people and objects through life, so why do we sometimes say "I don't care"? It doesn't make much sense, but that's yet another thing of the human being. To be human is to not make sense and to become confused. To be human is to be puzzled by things that happen for no reason.

Now, I shall write one more thing that defines us a humans. To be human is to make mistakes. That is how we learn. We make errors everyday of our human existence, whether the result is good or bad. By mistake, when we are young, we quickly learn not to touch a hot surface or we'll get burned. By mistake, when we do something wrong, we learn not to do it again or we find some way to fix what has been done. Sometimes, mistakes may cost more and have worse reactions, but we still learn by them. Interesting to say the least, no?

So, what is it to be hum? What is it to be the only being to know right from wrong? What is it that makes us who we are? Again, as I said before, that answer to this question could be in the thousands. However, we still try to search for the key that will unlock this mystery because that is just who we are as humans. We are breakable, we are hard to break, we are giving, we are selfish, we are loving, we are hateful, we are kind, we are mean, and we are forever human. So, dear reader, the next time you have an empty mind, perhaps you will stop and think of what it is to be human.

My name is Andromeda Galatea, you out of this world, down to earth, article news writer. And, next time you see my writing, the topic will be stellar and pass like a shooting star. It may not be perfect, but hey, I'm only human.*

[Tiger Lily]

We Are Who We Are


The Chicago Tribune; a wonderful and popular news paper. It fits right into the category of great papers like The New York Times. Now, as one awakes within the art filled state of Chicago, the air is fresh, being poured into lungs that seem as deeps as wells. The sun spills over the concrete and shiny glass buildings, giving new life to each and every city. Many start to arise, preparing for the early morning rush hour and the awaiting, busy work schedule. During this hectic quarter of the day, one might stop to pick up the daily news from the local stands or shops, scanning through the various titles. However, before another letter, and word, another sentence is read, the sighting of a particular name halts the eyes and draws them in. 'We Are Who We Are" By: Andromeda Galatea, pg. 9'. Instantly, one recognizes this and the pages flutter and ripple with sound in search of the article, wondering what phrases had been spin this time around...

"Good Morning, Chicago! This is Andromeda Galatea, your out f this world, down to earth news writer, bring you another article. What is this one about, you ask? Well, let me start by telling you of my best friend. It really was a blast from the past just a few weeks ago when I was having a lovely breakfast out in the town. He looked the same, even if he was a few years older than his high school self. He still had gorgeous, shoulder length hair; the hue a mix of blue and black, very dark. His eyes were still the brightest jade I had ever seen. He still had a dashing smile, warm face, the body of a male model, and a magnetic personality. Naturally, he had many women pining after him...the is until he sat a few tables away from me and kissed his boyfriend. That's right, my best friend is gay. Course, there is a mask of shock on the faces of different women, but then they smile and giggled amongst themselves. This, however, is not the thing that caught my eye. What got me upset and what I made one of the main topics of this piece was the looks of disgust upon the faces of others at this public display of affection. He is gay and those people looked down their noses at him because of that. Why? Why look down on him as though he weren't a human being?

I'm sure you were drawn to this article by the recognition of my name if you're one of the people that has read my previous article "To be Human". But, now, I would like for you to think about the title of this one. "We Are Who We Are". How very true those words are. Why is it that we, the most intelligent being on earth, are so very stupid and judgmental? We were all made different but we're supposed to be equal. How did we come to be this way? Judging why do we have to add oil and gasoline to an already burning wildfire? So, back to my friend. Remember me saying how disgusted looks were shot his way? Yeah...that's not all that occured. Words of anger were also shot at him as though he was doing something wrong. I mean, I suppose people have their own beliefs, but why tear him down because of his? I've seen this happen with all sexually oriented people that aren't "straight". And, I really can't decide on what's more irritating...the fact that people care so much about what is proper or the fact that people badger gay's and bisexual's or any one else until that person is in tears or something worse happens. I mean, really, life is honestly too short to be worried or peckish over such things. Perhaps, when that reality hits you dead in the face, things like sexual orientation wont matter. But, then again, it seems as though pigs have to fly and the depths of hell have to freeze over before that actually happens. Sad, isn't it?

Another thing struck me that really just ought to be over already. It's a strong subject so I have to be extra careful. I'm sure everyone knows of the old times with white people had the top status among the races. I'm sure you all remember the struggle to overthrow that status and claim that all men, women, and children were equal. My point is...all of these events happened years ago so why is the issue of racism still around? Really, when one thinks about it, we're all the same, just different skin tones. But again, we are who we are. There is no serum to magically change the pigmentation of the flesh. If you're black, you're black. If you're hispanic/latin, then you're Hispanic/Latin. If you're white, red, blue, green, yellow, purple, or pink, then so be it! You are who you were made to be. If no one else likes it, its their issue then, right?

*Sigh* I suppose this article is more of a rant than anything else, but still. It's going to be 2011 soon, a brand new year, and nothing seems to ever change. Acceptance is still something that is so far away....it's rather sad and hurts the human soul to be honest. Now, there is one other topic that I would like to touch. It's a very sensitive subject, but worth shedding light on; Religion. why do ye humans worry thyselves over such things? I think God or the Gods (depending on your religion and belief) would be saying something like this. Why do we worry about religion so much and why do some beat down others for they believe in, faith wise? Once again, we are who we are. It shouldn't have to please anyone else but you.

Ah well, this is the end of my dialog. If there was a chance to say more, to utter words that people would truly listen to, then I would be gracing at least three more pages with my minds phrases. Now, my fine readers, it is time for me to say farewell to thee. my name is Andromeda Galatea; your pagan, Indian, other worldly but completely human, new writer. You may not like me but, I am who I am and who I will be and there's nothing you can do about that. :)

[Tiger Lily]

In the realm of dreams, hidden away, waiting for the moment to appear, lies a creature of dark nature. As the fantasy world thrives with the imagination and creativity of the sleeper's mind, this horrid entity only seems to feed, growing larger upon the happiness until...the playful scene changes, nothing bad happening just yet; the beginning of something that will only haunt the brain from that moment on.

...Music plays, the sound vibrating against many eardrums; these organs pumping with each note that slams into them. Bodies rub on each other, some drinks are passed around, and the levels of the party only getting higher. The smell of heat, the scent of sweat mingled with the many fragrances of the drinks, and the sounds of utter excitement mix together to form one hell of a cocktail. This detailed picture wouldn't suggest the makings of a dark oddity haunting or plaguing the mind...not yet, anyway.

Then, suddenly, it's as thought someone turns on a crimson light, making the area glow. One would think of this being a techno effect or just adding flavor and style to the party. This is where the chaotic claws rip and dig in. As the red hue settles over everyone in the area, something occurs...that creature of dark design finally pulls into the drivers seat...taking complete control. The sounds of music die away, the essence of excitement becomes drowned in the feeling of dread, the happy atmosphere suddenly burried underneathe the cover of death.

And, standing there in utter shock and fear is...her; the maker of this dream world, this fantasy escape. The entity of despair, The Nightmare, waves its hand and screams erupt within the crowd of people surrounding her, crying out with unbearable agony. As her vision clears, a river of blood is the first thing to be seen. Then, taking a frightened glance to locate the source, her eyes find those people...people she hold dear....covered in their life liquid. Each individual bleeds a different way; some bearing cuts, others holding bullets, and a few carrying the weight of broken limbs and bones.

She tries, with every ounce of strength, to move and go to her loved one, but find her feet glued into the solid ground beneathe them. She wantes to scream, cry out, but find that her voice is gone...her breath sucked from the lungs. She can only watch in horror as this scene plays out. She can do nothing but hear the dreadful screeches and cries as all the people before her die at her feet. The Nightmare laughs with pure satisfaction, taking its victims one by one. Then, she wakes up...only to see blood on her hands....their blood. Tears run down smooth cheeks, staining brown skin, feeling thick. She places her trembling hands to her face, pulling away to see even more blood. She rubs her eyes several times, scrubs her hands over and over, but the blood still stains her flesh. Just as this girl is about to scream, eyes squeezed tight, they open once more to find no traces or evidence of scarlet. Shaken, frightened, and finally out of The Nightmare's grip...she cries. She sits alone, holding herself from falling apart any further, and cries.

This....is my nightmare. THis...is not a story of gruesome imagining. This...is what I see inside my blissful peace as it turns into a trap...into a hellish prison. And, the worst part about it is...well...each time The Nightmare comes back to visit, all those people...all my loved ones...die differently than they did before. They process happens all over again, the place sometimes changing, The Nightmare back in control. However, even with this being as terrifying as it is, what scares me the most is...what would I do...if what happened in that nightmare...became the most horrid and vivid reality? Scary, isn't it? This is what I fear most...this is the thing that makes me question everything...this is my nightmare...this is The Nightmare.

[Morgan]

So, basically, you're telling me that you dream about my death over and over again but in different ways, each time?

</3

That is depressing. T_T

[Tiger Lily]

Well....like I said....a good dream turns into this hellish nightmare and it happens and random times....~shrugs~ And yeah...it is depressing.

[Tiger Lily]

Far off in the distance, in a land you can only hope to find amongst wishes and dreams, is a special place where creatures of wonder exist. Here, you’ll find wonderfully cared landscapes with splashes of brilliant shades and hues that play, mix, and spread. You’ll discover trees filled with branches that have vibrant leave of different greens. And many a bird will sing, twitter, and chips with musical voices. So, where would one start their travel in such a luscious place of imagination? Perhaps, you attention could be pulled toward the Sherium Falls, the water there literally sparkling like diamond.

What would be found in the peaceful location besides the nice temp of the stream and the rain like song of the water rushing over smooth stones? Maybe if you were to pay special attention, you’ll find something of enchantment. You could just find the magic that’s there if thou dost believe, however. Is there really such a thing as magic? But of course there is!!! Look upon Sherium’s shore and see what magic you have in store. Hm, still don’t think there is magic with being surrounded by such a place? Well, let us see if she can make you a believer in the impossible yet extraordinary.

Precious wings of cherry blossoms light and tresses of auburn silk. Eyes like orbs with an amethyst glow and skin of golden tone. Smile of beauty that pulls at the heart and figure that plays within the minds of men. One would truly say that this figment of female build can only be found when tracing a path in a story. However, at these particular falls, the swirls of mist hide man details. This is why she is so hard to find. Upon the coming full moon you may glimpse the woman wasting away the time in the water. At the earliest hour of dawn when sunrise begins to paint the sky, you might see this lovely being washing those auburn strands under the waterfall, her skin seeming to shimmer. Believe in magic yet?

"Come ye mortals near and far.
Witness the birth of a star.
Come and play in the maze of my garden.
Find thy way into my enchantment."

These words she would sing with voice of gentle breeze while petals from lilies cascaded down her luminescent skin. Crystal like petals pooled in this woman’s palm, glistening with dew drops wet that looked like gems. Raising these jewels to lips painted of scarlet, she blew on them lightly, causing the petals to float on the air. Now, you would expect them to fall gracefully to where they would meet the embrace of the earth. But instead of doing the expected, they seemed to just hover, rotating as if on the end of a string. Increasing in speed ever so slightly, the petals began to glow. First like a very dull candle then like that of a bright, shining orb. With a simple thought from the celestial like creature, the petals grew, morphed, shifted, and laced into one. Coming to a stop and hovering in front its maker, there was now a dove of purest cloud hues. It cooed gently, flapping its fragile wings at a steady pace.

She smiled at the dove and held out her hand, cooing softly at the bird. It placed itself within her palm looking up toward her pretty face. Bending down she kissed its head and whispered words that would sound like gentle tweets to passers going by. A few short second must have gone by for the dove flew off into the sky. Up it flew, not having a care, into the arms of the clouds. From the moment it bursts through the clouds of mist something begins to happen. It folds in its wings around its frail body. A light from within illuminates outward to surround the dove, blocking out its feathered features. But now, it is a dove no more as it soars to the heave to join the white dwarves.

“Dost thou who hath such fallen faith believe in the ways of magic now?” the enchantress will ask. If your answer is yes, then look upon the sky. You’ll glimpse a dove with a twinkle in its eye. “Twinkle, twinkle little star. Oh how I wonder…what you are.”

[Tiger Lily]

When you're in the dark, crying with fear,

I will hear you and hold you, my dear.

When you're laughing and smiling with glee,

I will hear you and play with you happily.

In times of trouble, when you scream,

I will hear you and help you to safety.

If you ever need me and call my name,

I will hear you and come, even if it's pouring down rain.

And when I am no longer around...

To help with things you need to do...

Sing to me, my child, and I will hear you.

[Tiger Lily]

"You are the prey...
And I am the hunter.
It's almost time to play...
It just needs to get darker."

The beginning of this song would draw attention of the curious sort if it had never been heard before. It might be to your liking for its words or perhaps the beat, or maybe just the sound of the music will get your approval. Continuing to list, the band picks up in tempo and the music blows through the speakers, resounding within your space. Making the quick comparison to that or a concert experience, you turn up the volume and listen closely to each and every word that meets your ears...

"You are the prey...and I am the hunter.
It's almost time to play...it just needs to get darker.
Here comes the end...you're gonna meet your fate.
Cuts will litter the skin...and on the ground, blood will stain.
Soon, you'll be in my game...from there, it's gonna get harder.
You better listen well...this is the Song of the Hunter."

At first, you almost don't grasp the words and their meaning. It's almost as through a "double listen" is needed before it sinks in. The son didn't hold your every lyrics, even if the band was in the rock genre. Something about those words sends chills down your spine, but for some reason, you just can't stop listening to them. A trance goes over you like many a wave upon a beach surface. The "Song of the Hunter" carries an eerie feeling of dread as it continues to play across the air ways.

"Upon the rising of the full moon...the game has just begun.
It's my turn to hunt you...I'll ensnare you if you run.
You are my prey...you are my kill.
It all comes down to the power of will.
Let's see if you can last the night...or you'll end up dead.
Let's see if you can hide...before my claws rip into your chest."

More than a simple chill runs down the spin this time. Fear lodges itself deep inside your chest and suddenly you find it hard to breathe as realization kicks in. The radio was never on in the first place and the music never really played aloud. It was all inside your head and realizing this brings a fresh wave of fear. From there, you take notice of the full moon rising above you as well as what night it is; Halloween. A scream tries to erupt from the throat but a gag prevents this as a voice sing the last part of the song...

"Caught in my trap...you will try to get free.
Soon, your bones will snap...you'll no longer have a heart beat.
The game has ended...I've got a lovely catch.
Nothing can be mended...you'll be such a nice snack.
And so, now I'll wait...wait til next October...
To once again...sing the Song of the Hunter."

[Tiger Lily]

Soulless...an empty void within the body.
Heartless...no pulse to feel, no heart going steady.
Gentle...each and every loving caress of his hand.
Lovely...the words he speaks so simple and plain.
Caring...all the thing he does to comfort her.
Peace...what she feels when she is with him there.

What is it about this Dark Lover that draws her to him so? What has captivated and possessed her to be with him? Perhaps, despite what other say, she see something that they do not and does not even bother with the gossip and rumors. Perhaps, it is because he's so dark and mysterious. But, people still don't understand her and her reasoning. Everything they see her sneaking away...to him...disapproving looks are shot after the girl and hushed words are spoken. She takes no notice of these look or the words being spread about; all attention is placed upon him...and not fleeting glance to wasted on those that pass her by.

What is it about him that has her to ensnared in his grip? Perhaps, deep seated kisses are to blame. Maybe, the warmth of his embrace. Or, it could be the emotions she feel for him whenever he's around. A mystery to crack, secrets to gather, feeling to be explored. Everything about this Dark Lover has her living in a dark and deadly fantasy. Knowing this , she still finds herself falling for a dark angel; a man that is like a maze, never making the journey to his heart easy, the pathways always twisting and turning. She only seems to rise to his challenge though, the Dark Master starting to falter in his guise at this pursuit. Now, the tables turn and he is left asking the questions. What is it about her that just makes him crave for more? What is she doing to awaken a heart of nonexistence? Why can't the facade withstand this beauty drawn to his never ending darkness...?

...To these endless inquiries, he holds no answer for she gives none, leaving him to become the Dark Lover of deepest desire and cravings...all hers. The Dark Lover is as black as a rose with the most tender caresses. Many a thorn protrude forth; as is his nature, but on she gets by unharmed. Has this man been tamed by the new addition to his shroud of black? One can only hope to guess at the truth which lies underneath velvet folds that have yet to be unveiled by the girl...she has fall within the spiders web, caught by his mystery...caught willingly. And now, whenever seen by passers by, she just smiles and head back to her Dark Angel...back to her Dark Lover.

[Pony Swag]

What shit were you smoking. <3

[Tiger Lily]

Away in silence, you move in one motion.

Keeping to the shadow's, your own isolation.

Hiding away from disapproving eyes,

Many think that you're just shy.

Away in silence you make no sound.

Not even a footstep upon the ground.

Away in silence, away from the world,

You smile in pleasure, a smile so cruel.

Evil lurks behind amber spheres,

Yet, the smile remains, nothing to fear.

When they come searching for you...

They will not even catch a glimpse,

For you slip back into the dark...

Slip back away in silence.

[Tiger Lily]

"Listen dear traveler, listen carefully.
I am the voice from thy history.
Do not be afraid, come and follow me.
If thy will answer my call, I will set thee free."

These are the words whispered to him, calling to his heart, pulling at the depths of his soul. Where are they coming from? Who is speaking them with such a beautiful voice that draws him closer to hear more? He knows not where to look. "Where are you my angel? Where are you my nymph? Should I look for thee in song or in a book?" With all these questions, he still does not get an answer. he only gets the embrace of the wind that he seems to chase after. Upon the nights visit, his mind passed into dreams. This is where the maiden is then seen. Twirling spinning, her feet stepping lightly on the ground as she moves on her toes. The sound of silk hugging her body draws and captures his attention. Her arms arched gracefully over her head, the breeze lifting the silk about her arms as if the silk were nothing but pieces or wisps of wind themselves. Her eyes glowed like light behind diamonds and her smile would hypnotize any sort of man. Her body seemed to shimmer as she had oils upon her skin while her hair danced around her slender, soft face.

As she danced, he drew near, his face holding fascination. He was awestruck by such beauty and wondered if something like her could really exists. He must have been lost in his thoughts, the paths crisscrossing throughout his mind, for his feet had carried the soul and heart of his body towards her. Looking upon this young male's face, her gaze held nothing but welcome and invitation as she continued to sway to the whistling of the wind.

"Hello dear traveler, how handsome thou are.
My name is Windora and thou has come to me.
My breeze will be your wings. My words, your guide.
All that I ask of thee is to come dance with me."

She said, her voice being gentle and soft. The breeze in turn touched his face, his bronze colored skin, feeling like a soft kiss from a lover. Reaching out his hand, he didn't notice his feet begin to lift from the ground, the wind swirling around him, holding tight yet gently as if the wind was a mother holding her child. She then bent down, her luscious white hair falling about her shoulder, and took his hand in hear. The instant their palms met, the wind swirled up around them in a gentle caress, feeling like the petals of a rose to a girls lips. Their bodies entwined in perfect harmony. Her's, being the lovely sweet notes of a song and his, being the instruments that play the music. They danced until the morning's dawn bathed the land in warmth and light, its shine breaking over the tops of the trees. When the sun hit her skin, she seemed to become transparent. It was her time to go and he could tell as the smile on her face held sadness as well as her eyes. The wind stopped its swirling caress, setting his feet back onto the ground. Without saying a word, she placed a kiss on his cheek and vanished away with the breeze. This is when he seemed to wake up. He opened his eyes, sighing with content, and watched as the wind danced with the leaves.....

......As the wind danced with the leaves, the sunlight made them glitter. They twirled about, the wind saying its goodbye, and sailed to the ground. The moment they touched the light brown soil, he reached out his hand to cradle them to his chest. No words left his soft, light green colored lips. Only a smile and glowing green eyes were the things that seemed to really speak at all. The leaves shivered, feeling his presence. His smile grew and his heart filled with joy of his creation that he didn't sense the human female watching his tender movements. She was amazed at how careful he was, at how someone with so much strength could be so caring and gentle. Wanting to get closer to him, she stepped quietly on the path, moving like a deer towards him. This is when he sensed her and turned his head, catching the scent of lilacs and lavender. As she drew near, he waited patiently, the smile never leaving his kind face.

When she reached him, a gasp escaped her cherry colored lips. It wasn't in fear that made her gasp, but the sight of his almost darkly intimidating, yet handsome features. Seeing the female look upon him so, he held out his hand, palm turned upward. After a few moments his palm started to glow. Another gasp come from her as the stem, holding a sapphire bud, arose slowly. When the flower had fully grown from out of his palm, it revolved around in a slow circle. The bud, oh the precious, sweet sapphire bud, opened to reveal its treasure of beauty. His gaze went to her shocked face then back to the rose. He then held out his hand, the rose shining in the sun, and offered it to her. Not knowing what else to do, she took the gift and held it close to her heart, taking in it's sweet fragrance.

Watching this sight brought warmth to his heart and made his smile grow even more. He stepped closer to her and she to him as if their souls spoke, telling them to do so. He held her near within his embrace, not wanting to let her go. But upon the night's arrival, she slipped away, only to light a candle. She lit the candle, watching the flames dance, the minutes passing her by. She then go up to go back to him, saying the words, "Good night, Kuya" and left as the flames flickered....

....And as the flames flickered in the nights cool air, they stretched, grew, and spread. They formed her face, they formed her body, then her fiery threads. She opened her eyes, took her first breath, and then began to dance. Her flaming hair licked at her arms as they arched over her head. Her hips, they swayed left and right, while her feet stomped out the rhythm. One, two, step. Three, four, sway, oh how she moved her body. The passion, it burned within her eyes as well as her soul and mind. She kept up the pace to the tribal beat, not having a care. The pace then slowed and almost stopped as her gaze fell upon his face. The light from the flames made his skin look fare. However, the look in his eyes is what held her attention. He was in a trance from watching her move, the fire of her body in his eye's reflection. His face was drawn in as if he were deep in thought, his chin resting on his intertwined fingers. His arms, long and slender, rested upon his knees. No words came from his rose colored lips while he sat and watched her danced.

"Is there something you wish to say, young mortal?
For I only have until dawn.
Not many get to see Embrosia's dance.
They only hear of it through song."

The fire elemental's words rang in his mind. He felt as if he were sipping on sweet nectar or maybe red wine. But the meaning of her words were very clear. This was his only chance to see such a sight and he wasn't going to let it slip by. So, getting up, his body stretching, he took up a closer seat. He didn't care for the flames that were nea, with their blistering heat. He wanted to see her dance once again to that tribal beat. One, two, step. Three, four, sway. Oh how she moved her body. Watching her dance drew him deeper into his trance as she moved like a gypsy. The flames from her hair went down to her hands, swirling around her palms. She gripped the strands and bent her body, bowing her head down. Then, swaying back up, she moved her hands around her body, the flames now made into a fiery shawl.

And thus she continued with her dance, her eyes closed as she felt the movements. Her graceful hands touched her skin, traveling up her neck, and into the flaming strands of her hair. Her hips swayed more, teasing and drawing him closer. Opening her eyes, she could see what he wanted...what he most desired. He wanted to touch, he wanted to kiss, wanted to feel her embrace. But, the dawn was soon coming, she could feel the sting on her back. So, with light steps, she danced around him, letting him feel her heat. Stopping in front of him, she bends down ever so slightly and presses her lips to his. She then pulled away and danced towards the stream, leaving him sitting there with the burning sensation of her kiss. Looking up into the wild wood, he didn't see her at all and wondered if he would ever get the chance to again.

But, at the streams body, the sounds of moaning coming from its mouth, she stood at the shore... almost motionless. Then, turning about, she lifted up onto her toes and arched her arms over her head yet again. Her body then began to shrink, waving...swaying...dancing about as she became the candles flame once more. The stream rushed by this candle, feeling its presence at the shore. Without hesitation, it splashed to the side, and put the candles flame out, leaving a trail of sparkling drops.....

....A trail of sparkling drops that glittered, shimmered, and shined. If you were to stare at them long enough, looking through the suns glare, you might mistake them for crystals or jewels. They sat there for a little while, colors shifting inside them. Then the finger tips of a fragile, small hand of a child reached out, touched the small drops with her fingertips. On contact with her skin, they licked at her fingers. As she pulled her hand away the drops stuck to her skin, like sap to a tree, and she giggled. The sound of the giggle weaved its way into the tresses of the stream, through the tiny waves, going to his home. In the water the sound rang like church bells or maybe played like the song of a mocking bird. Maybe, just maybe, it sounded like the soothing sound of chimes in the breeze, he did not know which, but this seemed to awaken his playful spirit.

Sapphire, crystal like orbs opened to glimpse the sunshine swimming through the water...his home. Oh how it shines when the sun hits the surface just right. His thoughts went back to the sound he had heard as the child giggled again. She was now playing in his arms, not having a care in the world. To be so young, to be so free is what he wished for most. As this feeling ran through his heart, his body took its shape. His face, his arms, his hands then came after and with the sunshine beating through his stream, he looked like a ghost. Looking up with those sapphire jewels, he made his way to her. He rushed through the currents and jumped up high, appearing before her eyes. She screamed with fright and then excitement at his entrance, a smile framing upon her tiny lips, her face holding wonder.

Jumping up once again, he shifting into the shape of a dolphin, wanting to please her. She sat there along the shore of the stream, watching him jump and clapped her hands, giggling once more and reached out her hand. Glass like droplets hung from the soft pads of her fingers, falling like rain back into his stream as he went over to her. He raised up his arm, the water shaping into a hand, and held it out to her with his palm facing towards the sky. With child like curiosity, she reached out further to take a hold of it. He wanted her to come play with him in his home, his life, but knew that wouldn't happen. So, there he stayed, doing tricks for her and watched as she laughed. His heart filled with joy at such a sight and his spirit felt light as a feather. He didn't want this to end.

Without realizing how the time went by, the end of the day came upon them suddenly, hugging their shoulders with shadows and warmth. The sky above the pair was littered with colors and the moon looked like a wolf's eye. He didn't want her to leave, but needed to let her go. So, floating over, he whispered good night then sent her on her way. He watched until the night swallowed her up, his hand waving goodbye. And then, sighing with utter happiness, he dove back into the sapphire depths of his stream, ending the dance of the elements.

[Tiger Lily]

Out of all the features on the human body
In which we use to communicate,
There is one that stands out more than personality.
With this precious gift we can sing lovely songs.
With this wondrous thing, we tell others they're strong.
We comfort one another with soft spoken words,
And can simply take away the pain and hurt.

The look on a child's face when listening to a story
Is one you will find hard to forget.
Because with this treasure we fill their imagination.
We can fill their head with plans for creation.
This thing that we use is unique and wonderful.
With it we may one day be on top of the world.

How amazing this treasure,
How beautiful this jewel.
To ever wish it gone or use it to hurt...
Well that would just make you quite the fool.
You have such a grand gift that is nice,
For there is no greater gift than the human voice.