souls of rage and sorrow

Hah! pde ko gawen title ng story to ah... teka... bka nde ko lang maalala na title pala sia ng fic? tsk... ahhh... niwei...

ung previous post ko na story... i dunno... it was purposely done that way? with requirements of 150-250 words and style similar to that of Daniel's Frontiers... uhh.. i think I came close. Not quite, but close. *grins*

This one... this one drove my prof. crazy. Haha... Even I didn't know what I was talking about. I had under construction during the revision period she gave us... but I gave up on it.


~*~

Night Market


Bundled compartments on a checkerboard. A realm of distinct
and piercing voices, luring fenced figures
to the kaleidoscope of vivid hues.
Underneath the radiant globules of the darkness,
you stand amidst the cold wind.
A glimpse of Aurora’s arrival heightens the anxiety.
The enduring strength surrenders. Visions blurred
of the fading motion. Stillness seeps to the bones.
You have left me once again. To be back only when darkness have come.


~*~


Ah, no... I ended up passing the revised one after all...


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Night Market 2

A kaleidoscope of various colors, the mimicry
sparkling amidst bright lights, appears everywhere.
Bundled compartments endure the gradual gush
of living beings with impenetrable space for the passing wind.
In a realm of distinct, deafening, and piercing voices,
where lungs burn for fresh air, you stand beneath the
dark canopy of winking glowing spheres, emerging vibrant as ever.
A glimpse of Aurora’s arrival heightens the anxiety.
Visions blur of the fading motion.
Everything resolves to isolation, for a moment of tranquility
and a period of preparation.
Stillness seeps to the bones.
You left me once again,
as gleaming streaks mark the sky, to be back only when darkness returns.


~*~

both aren't that much... but... a warning has been stated in the first post since the creation of this blog site. if you we're not fortunate enough to have read it... uhh... it goes sumthin' like this...

*WARNING: the owner of this blog talks nonesense most of the time, if not always, so please be reminded to bear with all her grumbles and moments of bliss about her undoubtedly monotonous life.