The Wait

Waiting.
The time trickles by, each second an eternity.
I shiver, feeling chilled to the bone, yet my palms are moist with perspiration.
I try not to fidget too noticeably in my seat, failing completely.
Oh, the anticipation!
My mind works into a frenzy, bracing itself for the worst, yet still secretly hoping for the very best.
All the possible scenarios flit across my consciousness, a slideshow of utterly different futures.
For me, everything hangs in the balance, outcome yet to be decided;
That fateful, revealing moment both longed-for and dreaded.
Which way will the wheel of fortune turn this time? --no one can know for real.
And as I sit, body rigid, mind plagued by countless thoughts of self-doubt, I realize that
The wait is far harder to endure than the reveal.

Reminiscing

I step onto the balcony and stare out to sea,
Bombarded with a flood of long-gone memories.
The November air stings my cheeks,
Drying the tears, yet fresh ones still leak.

It has been so long-- a lifetime ago,
But I still remember vividly, as though
That day were only yesterday,
For even time cannot hold the memories at bay.

O my hero, wherever did you go?
Left for a better place, with my heart in tow.
O my love, whatever shall I do?
Now that you're gone, my purpose is too.

It's a dreary day, even the sky misses your smile;
Your tender gaze, our unborn child,
Gone forever, I alone remain behind,
With only the precious images in my mind.

But soon, I will see you both again,
The very thought brings me both hope and pain;
For my body has withered away at last,
Old and gray, fading fast.

If you hear me, love, wherever you are,
Grant me this one last wish from afar:
Until my final moments, watch over me,
And thereafter, we will be together, finally.


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Yay another random and sort of depressing poem! (what is happening to me...XP) I assure you though, I am perfectly fine, I just get these writing moods.(blame the plot bunnies!) :D

Doomed To Love

Have you ever heard 

of the tragic story

Of brave Romeo and sweet Juliet?

Star-crossed lovers, they were;

Doomed from the very start,

Destiny wrenched them apart.

They were 

Unafraid to stay...                                      TRUE

To their own feelings:

To unleash their...                                      LOVE,

Wild and passionate.

A families' feud...                                     NEVER

Once hindered them;

"Till one of us...                                         DIES,"

They solemnly vowed,

"We will always be there for each other;

We will stay forever together."

"For this is...                                                OUR

Futures at stake;

It should be our...                                     HEARTS

That decide which paths we take;

And we shall...                                          NEVER

Look back with regret;

Even as we...                                                LIE

In our early graves, side by side."

 

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First time trying out the emphasized words thing :p

BELIEVE

"By a clear winding river," the nine-year-old said longingly,

"Elves have lived in secret, since the beginnings of time;

 Long-legged, pointy-eared, mysterious fellows,

 In their great palaces of living oak.

 Ere the sunrise, some are already up and about.

 Vast libraries of knowledge always refreshed,

 Everything that was and everything that will be contained within..."

The nurse listened patiently, smiled and nodded.

She did not dismiss the tale as a childish fantasy;

Her heart could not bear to shatter these dreams.

The boy only had a week left to live; and he really believed.

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This was to challenge myself with forming words by using the first letter of each line. :)
...and yes, the pic is from Lord of the Rings. No copyright infringement intended.

Disappointment

Disappointment.

There should have been something else, she registered dimly,

Anger, perhaps, or bitter betrayal;

But she could feel nothing but disappointment.

He didn't come.

A gaping chasm of hurt threatened to swallow her whole-

Just like the gaping hole he left in her heart;

The unnatural emptiness ate away at her.

He never came for her.

She felt broken inside, but hid her true feelings behind a hard mask;

She longed to sob and sob for her loss, but her face stayed dry.

I must stay strong, she told herself, 

I must not cry.

Her heart hardened.

She had given him everything, loved him with all the passion she possessed;

But now he is forever gone, and she had nothing left.

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My strange writing moods...*shakes head at self*

This is almost like fanfiction for BBC Merlin, which is based on the Arthurian legends. :D
If you have any idea what I'm talking about, I hereby give you a virtual high-five. If not, here's what's happening in a nutshell.
The events take place in the Dark Ages in Britain, in the age of noble knights and chivalry. Magic exists. Merlin is supposedly the greatest sorcerer ever, who is destined to help the Once and Future King, Arthur Pendragon, unite England under the banner of Camelot. They became very good friends who constantly banter and tease each other. This piece is set shortly before the battle of Camlann, where Arthur supposedly gets killed by Mordred.


Merlin's powers were fading as the Old Religion was replaced with the new. Knowing in his heart that the time has come, he bade farewell to King Arthur.

"This is where we part, old friend," Merlin stated with a heavy heart. "I would gladly die at your side, but it is not to be. This final battle you must fight alone; for the Old Ways are fading, and I am duty bound to do what I can. I must go the isle of Avalon and bound my magic to the earth, for only there can I protect the last seeds of the Old Magic."

The golden haired king nodded. "I understand, Merlin. I realize now that this was always destined to be. No matter how hard it may be, we have to carry on, for the love of Camelot. I will never regret all that we have achieved together." Arthur looked straight at Merlin, with determination evident in every line of his body.

"Well, well," Merlin remarked dryly, "It seems that the prat has gotten wise. Hmm," he rubbed his chin theatrically, "It just occurred to me that not many people know that the mighty King Arthur is, in fact, a prat and a clotpole. I shall do my best to personally make sure that piece of knowledge lives forever." A mischievous glint appeared in Merlin's eyes. "Imagine a thousand years later, you being remembered as the legendary Royal Prat." He grinned.

Arthur scowled half-heartedly. The two would have started another round of their famous banter had the situation been less grave. But alas, it was not to be. Merlin realized suddenly, with a strange sort of sadness, that it was to be the last time they teased each other in this lifetime. He suppressed the urge to joke around with Arthur one last time, knowing that delaying the inevitable would only make it harder.

Merlin grew serious again. "I have hoped that this moment would never come to pass; but now that it has, I part with one final advice. Remember, Arthur, never ever forget, the values we have fought for all these years. Our mortal bodies may perish, but our immortal souls live on. A time will come when Camelot and her people will be reincarnated into a new world. I shall be waiting-praying for that moment, however long it takes. Until then, farewell, Arthur; my friend, my brother, my king."
The two pairs of soulful blue eyes bore into each other, conveying in their depths, all the affection that was too profound to put into words. A look of intense concentration crossed Arthur's face, as if he was trying to memorize every detail of that moment.

After a few seconds, Arthur stepped forward and clasped Merlin in a one arm hug. "Goodbye, Merlin. Oh, and," his eyes twinkled with amusement, "Do try not to be an idiot."

Merlin grinned his trademark grin, one last time. Then his azure eyes turned a molten gold, and he disappeared in a swirl of wind, leaving nothing behind but the rustle of leaves and the echoes of memories.

Arthur's gaze remained for a long time on the spot where Merlin stood. He felt mournful, but also satisfied at the same time, as if a great burden he never knew had existed was suddenly lifted from his shoulders. For perhaps the first time in his life, he felt truly free, and... Right. It all felt right. He could almost sense Destiny's smile of pride.

"So be it," Arthur muttered to himself, "I defend Camelot to my last breath." And with the dignity of a true king, Arthur Pendragon walked away, toward his doom, and never once looked back.

*I wasn't sure if this should go on here, but hey, a blog is where all the random stuff goes. XD

Survival

There are many types of people in this world,

Unique, one-of-a-kind individuals;

Each and every one worth noticing,

With our own hopes and fears, strengths and weaknesses.

But when it comes to survival, carrying on,

There is one thing above all, that defines who we are:

Whether we find the strength, to keep going no matter what,

Or give up, and let our wills be destroyed by hardships.

Because what doesn't kill us makes us stronger,

If we survive the initial hit.