Breathless Walk

A breathless walk,
Through a world of imbalanced extremes,
Through the echoes of silence inside the mind,
That is for now,
Lost to the noise, the buzz,
Sanity never restored.
If ever the world lived lies,
Now in this catch of truth,
On this breathless walk,
That dizzies and nauseates,
Past the signs, the dummies
And puppets with strings,
Dancing to the rhythm of obscurity,
Content in the Shield,
Of momentary display,
The bubble of certainty never achieved,
But with the skeleton,
Of smoke in the night,
All remembered like oxygen,
On this breathless walk of life.

The Night Beckons

Befriend the night for it beckons, all ye who shall listen to its darkness. For it whispers to your left and dances to your right, this darkness you crave. But turn to it, and it’s out of sight, vanishing in the corners of your eyes, this burnt shadow you chase. Like liquid it flows, like time it slows, slipping through the fingers of your mind. Chase crave listen, pray it does not return, this darkness waiting for your hand. In the instant before you understand and reach out to befriend, the burst will swallow your life. And then you are forever grounded in this night.

Broken Shells

And we are left these broken shells,
With some things inside but nothing well.
Praying for an emptiness,
These days I sit very still,
Afraid of making my insides rattle again
And to have my crux disemble as before it fell.
Pieces broken and pieces missing,
Can this mirror creature ever be whole again?
Wisps of a damaged soul can be felt.
No silken ribbons here, but only dying spells
Rotting away in some broken shells.

That Is My Curse

If only crying didn't make me feel better,
And these promises burnt into my heart could be kept,
I would be somewhere sunshine ruled the order of things,
All good and evil.

Perhaps then I would be happy,
With no scars to hide and no tears to wipe,
Amongst an eternal bliss of that world,
I would begin to live again.

And I know even now that that's the place I would find you.
What a sight we would be.
Two angels ascending at last,
To the thrones we had lost.

If only I could tell the truth and hold back sadness and be a little less selfish.
But fallen out of grace,
I cannot yet embrace
You or the glory of heaven.
And thus I am forever human.

Summer

These are such grand houses
On such fragile coasts
The ocean waves a hand
And they are gone
Like scattered mist
Or bubbles blown
Snatched away by the wind.

These grand houses
Now fall into grand tombs
And with the rubble
Buried is your happiness.

Summer has ended
A blow sends the dandelions
To a lost land
Faded and withered
The seeds moan for your loss too.
Though you never cared
For their end
They cry for yours.

CIB Resurrected: What Started As A Whisper

Have you ever had that urge to do something new and exciting, but it seems that the entire universe is simply conspiring against you? Every obstacle becomes inhibiting. No matter how hard, or how many times you try to get back on track, things just don't seem to be working out. Over and over, this happens, until you simply give up and don't care anymore.

Well that's a summary of what I've been going through for the past year and a half. After making the grave mistake of deleting my previous blog (wiping it off the face of this earth), I regretted not having this platform to vent anymore. Slowly, a whisper began in the back of my head. "You must write again," it said. "You must post again, even if it's to tell the tales of a tedious, tiresome routine of being a Med student." "You must not keep all the strange flavours of words to yourself, you selfish little girl." "Be empowered. Forget the past, and begin again!" They were soon screams, and commands that would not be ignored. And while I have not yet started back on the path of being a full time aspiring writer, I have decided to piece together a nest of twigs where I can store all the scattered tidbits of poetry and short stories I've worked on.

Maybe you, the one reading this right now, will find something worthwhile and be inspired to break your own chains. To reach greater heights after having learnt not only how to fly, but also how to fall and rise up. Once again, Be Empowered! Fix things while you can. Who knows where tommorow will take you. You were lucky enough to get today so don't waste it. I understand that after too much dawdling. Suddenly, the universe is innocent and alluring like before. Just as I like it.

So in honour of Coffee, Ink, and Blood Part 1, this is Turity cutting the ribbon to CIB Resurrected.

What happened to this blogger? Did she die?

No, unfortuanately for those who know me and suffer from my never ending tirades of University and writer stuff, I didn't die. But I did go underground for winter, trying to repress my urge to a) write b) write and c) blog.

Needless to say I was unsuccessful in such attempts, because being a writer isn't the icing on a cake, it IS the cake(at least for me)--something you can't do without. You can try to have your laptop confiscated so that you can actually study and pass that darn midterm, but what to do with your brain and the day dreams it has on your latest plot-line? Inescable.

So during one such attempt of trying to avoid this blessing, I heard this. Well, more than I heard, I watched it. It's a song by Regina Spektor(admirable piansit), that I just can't get over. While procrastinating, I decided to flick that television to a PPV channel (not recommended for anyone who plans on getting any work done, as it is simply addicting and time-wasting)and there was Chronicles of Narnia- Prince Caspian. Since I'm not reviewing the movie in this post I'll just say that it was... bearable =).

Of course, my favourite part was saved till the end. The song "The Call" accompanied the goodbyes of Edmund, Peter, Susan, and Lucy--but that wasn't what I saw. In my head I was already thinking of how PERFECT the lyrics and soothing music was for my story. To the innocent it would seem as if I plotted that specific scene after listening to the song, but of course that is not the case, as the idea for this book rests in my head for several months now.

Back to the original question: I'm back (I think), and I'll try to blog regularly (not daily though)...so help me out with the motivation part and check out the song...then re-kick it here in the comments!(the sentence will make more sense if you check out Scott Westerfeld's, Extras .

To show my love for the book(series), I'll finish off the post my saying...Cake. ;)