Post by Fury on Oct 13, 2009 20:40:21 GMT -5
Well I think Sheakria by now deserves her own frickin' thread. I'll update with new posts as needed. Prepare for cryptic babblings and lots of poems, even the occasional quote or two. Yeah she's a nutter but she's a fun one I suppose. Anyway enjoy. I'll put dates on 'em for convenience so you guys don't get lost. ...More likely than not none will relate to each other, that's just how she rolls.
Now without further ado, I turn the floor over to our resident beautiful murderer.
~ Tara
The night was a time for peace, a time for healing. A time for sleep. Humming the bars of a song the Gate-walkers step through the portal into the realm of war and peace. Where sits the gathering gloom lifts the fading fog. This was what eternal meant and shall always mean. ~ 9:38 PM, October 13, 2009.
But if one did not seek bittersweet solace, what would one find? A man of misery, a face to hide. There is no winner in a war, only those left behind. Without a capacity of memory, what would lovers find? Corpses on the floor and bloodstains to hide. ~ ? AM, February 26, 2010
Musings are like fleeting shadows. They come forth from the realm of mystery within a being's mind then, swift as the unnamed, they fly away with a fleeting foot as you attempt to grasp them. In this way we are all alike. We try to come up with ideas only to lose them in the mayhem of trying to write them down. ~ 10:24 AM, February 27, 2010
Howling at the moon we night beings create our midnight music, crying to the skies and yet the bitter harmony sounds less lonely in the chorus.~ ? AM, ?, 2010 (was a quote she placed on my facebook page and I have no idea what time or date it was. put on display here on March 13th)
Now without further ado, I turn the floor over to our resident beautiful murderer.
~ Tara
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The night was a time for peace, a time for healing. A time for sleep. Humming the bars of a song the Gate-walkers step through the portal into the realm of war and peace. Where sits the gathering gloom lifts the fading fog. This was what eternal meant and shall always mean. ~ 9:38 PM, October 13, 2009.
But if one did not seek bittersweet solace, what would one find? A man of misery, a face to hide. There is no winner in a war, only those left behind. Without a capacity of memory, what would lovers find? Corpses on the floor and bloodstains to hide. ~ ? AM, February 26, 2010
Musings are like fleeting shadows. They come forth from the realm of mystery within a being's mind then, swift as the unnamed, they fly away with a fleeting foot as you attempt to grasp them. In this way we are all alike. We try to come up with ideas only to lose them in the mayhem of trying to write them down. ~ 10:24 AM, February 27, 2010
Howling at the moon we night beings create our midnight music, crying to the skies and yet the bitter harmony sounds less lonely in the chorus.~ ? AM, ?, 2010 (was a quote she placed on my facebook page and I have no idea what time or date it was. put on display here on March 13th)