Raise the Veil

Well, I seem to be writing a lot of poetry of late. Here's another I wrote entitled Raise the Veil. I hope you like it!

Raise the Veil

Throbbing pain,
Is like a veil,
Slowly it will ruin me,
I must let the pain prevail,

Burning pain,
Filling my soul,
So much pain
I lose control

Forever pain,
Is taking me,
Closing my eyes—
It won’t let me see

Angry pain,
Won’t let me go,
So much pain,
You’ll never know,

Aching pain,
That holds me tight,
Throbbing my hands,
And blurring sight,

Endless pain,
Hot and cruel,
My enslaver,
That fiery fuel,

Pain with movement,
Locks my dreams,
Keeps them away,
By darker means,

Monstrous pain,
Eating at me,
Holding me captive,
It won’t set me free

All my pain
Is like a veil
I shall not let,
The pain prevail,
I will not let it,
Take my dreams
I will stop it,
By whatever means

And it will be there,
Hot and cruel,
But I will gain,
My own control,

I will not let it,
Ruin me,

Now raise the veil—
And let me see!

Thanks for reading! Please, please, please, please, please comment!

Galaxy

Bless This Final Day--a Tribute to Anne Boleyn

Hi! It's Galaxy again after an age-long posting break... I'm just not as into blogging as I used to be. Anyways, the reason I'm posting is because I'm obsessed with a certain woman from history called Anne Boleyn.
I'm facinated with her, and I think she was a good person who led a very tragic life from the information I have. I've been searching for a book about her, recently found one (The Lady in the Tower) and decided to write a poem about her sad tale. It's nothing epic, but here, read it and see what you think. Please, please, please comment your opinion!

Bless This Final Day
A Tribute to Anne Boleyn

There was a day,
I loved a man,
Gentle and Kind,
There was a day,
The man loved me,
And swore to be mine,

There was a day,
When Jealous Man,
Took mine away,
There was a day,
When Jealous Man,
Dearest love did He say,

There was a day,
When I was strong,
Before He led me astray,
There was a day,
Before hope was gone,
That I turned Him away,

“Pray find another, if you can,
Leave alone now loveless Anne.”

Accurse that blasted day.

There was a day,
Where I did run,
Away from Court and King,
To country home,
To be alone,
From the Man who so hunts me,

There was a day,
That He held fast,
I was now a newfound task,
And as hard as I would try and plea,
He would not turn from me,

There was a day,
When I gave way,
As He led me astray,
There was a day,
Before hope was gone,
That I accepted His love-say

“Pray, stay, if you can,
Stay with e’er faithful Anne…”

Accurse that blasted day.

There was a day,
When I was His,
But my own love,
I could not give,
There was a day,
I was with He,
For the love He promised me,

There was a day,
When He grew bored,
With the maid I was,
There was a day,
He turned away,
From the one He once dreamed of,

There was a day,
When I was wise,
After He led me astray,
My mind could not wrap around,
That the reason He once could love me,
Then not, could not be found,

“Pray explain, if you can,
Why betray your faithful Anne?”

Accurse that blasted day.

There was a day in my great fury,
I screamed atop my lungs,
There was a day,
When Faithless Man,
Knew he was done,

There was a day,
When Faithless Man,
Found another bride,
There was a day,
When his adultery,
He did no longer hide,

There was a day,
When I could fight,
I tried to win Him out,
There was a day,
He locked me away,
And I could do ought but shout,

“Pray, tell me, if you can,
Why leave your faithful Anne?”

Accurse that blasted day.

There was a day,
That Faithless Man,
Locked me in the Dark,
There was a day,
When I would think,
Of the man who first took my heart…

“Pray, forgive me, if you can,
You still have love from stolen Anne.”

Now is the day,
At last, today,
Of my own last breath,
All I ask is to remember my life,
And pray for my swift death.

Pray for me, if you can,
Pray for your doomed Anne…

Bless this, my final day.

Thanks for reading!


Galaxy

A very sad story

Mommy took me to a resale store recently to see if they'd take any of our toys/clothes. We also looked around a bit.
It took me about thirty seconds to find this beautiful pink dress. It looked like something someone would wear in the 'Vanessa in the Garden' age (for those of you who watched Amazing Stories. If you didn't, the time was about 1800's). It was light pink and lacy, and it seemed like a fairy princess' gown.

Of course I tried it on.

It was so, so, so lovely... but the zipper, that darn zipper, just wouldn't zip! I've never considered myself skinny (Rosi is the tiny one in my family), but I've always been slim and it was rather surprising when I couldn't get that stupid zipper up my ribs! I still looked at myself in the mirror, though, and then I realized it was even more beautiful than I thought... the sleeves, instead of staying on my shoulders, draped down to my elbows... I looked so beautiful! I sucked, I pulled, I held my breath, I called Mommy in to pull at it... but it just wouldn't fit.

I almost cried!


Galaxy ;-)

It's been a while, hasn't it?

Now I'm finally posting after and eon-long brake... really, I don't know why I haven't been... mainly, I suppose, because the 'magic' from blogging has disappeared, and this has almost become a chore.

And I'm awfully lazy.

Even more so with this terrible arthritis problem (and I haven't gotten better yet... ay-ay-ay, it's almost been a year now!).

But the other thing is that I'm terribly tidy. If a drawer isn't closed all the way, it drives me crazy. If the fringes on the carpet aren't smoothly facing one direction, I have to fix it, otherwise I sit (twitching) as I go absolutely mad. But I'm too lazy to get up for the most part, unless I happen to notice it when I'm already up.

That's another thing about me. I hate getting up, but when I already am standing I don't mind going somewhere or doing something as much, if at all. And I hate getting things set up. Like if all the sudden I appeared in front of the computer ready to type a post with my hands on the keyboard, I'd have hundreds (depending, of course, on how often this odd apparition occurred). If I appeared sitting in front of the piano, I'd practice. If I appeared with the Latin book by me and Dear Sister actually ready to practice (like that's ever gonna happen) I'd do it...
It's the getting up and going to the computer, the walking all the way to the piano, finding the Latin book and getting Rose to co-operate that I find hard. I guess that's why I never really succeeded when I tried Violin... I love the sound of it, and I think it's beautiful, and besides of the discomfort, I enjoy playing it... but tightening the horse hair and rosining the bow, tuning the strings and attaching the shoulder rest was just too much. I'm odd that way.

On a different topic, I really miss performing. I want to dance for people. I want to hear people applaud, and I want to make them laugh and cry. I want to become another person again... someone different, and I want to make people believe it. But I can't, because I can barely move throughout the day. I need to remember to take my Naproxum(sp?) Sodium (the medication that lessons the pain--it doesn't make it disappear).
It may seem odd that someone so lazy as I could want to dance and sing and perform, but that's different. Loosing myself in, moving to and singing with music (especially in front of others) has always been a part of me, and I miss that. I miss standing on my toes. And I miss plays. I miss being able to stand up in front of hundreds of people in the Youth Plays and making them think I'm someone else.

But I shouldn't dwell on the past, those are things I can't have now, and can't do any longer. Maybe, maybe some day I can perform for a crowd, or dance for the world again, but now I can't, and what really matters is that I did once. I lived my dream, if only so long ago. I had it, so I should merely be happy for that and not long for it. How many people get to live their dream at all, let alone before they're even a teenager?

I should think about Kings of Darkness: the Reining Night. Which will be done in June. WILL (I hope):

I've been editing it for a while now and have almost finished my first go-over. Dear Sister is reading it so I can get her opinion, and I plan to show it to a friend of mine who is drawing the map for me as soon as it's done.

Mainly, I can't wait to show my parents.

Who don't even like that genre.

But they'll read it anyway.


So, I guess that's all I really have to say... there were a couple other things I wanted to mention, but this post is getting way too long and I want to finish it before I go to D&D, which will be really soon.

So be expecting at least a couple more posts coming soon, and maybe I'll be posting more often now. It sure was nice to vent all this.

All my adoration to my dear readers,


Galaxy

The Bells

I've always thought I loved poetry. I enjoy writing it, and I had a vision of it in my mind, but when I read some poems from a book called A Little Treasury of Favorite Poems I started to think that maybe I didn't... Until I came by The Bells, by Edgar A. Poe. It's not meaningful, or anything, but it's absolutely cute and rolls of the tongue and tinkles and shines and I absolutely loved it, even though it's a little silly. I thought I'd post it... oh, and if you do try to read it, read it out loud, since it's so much more enjoyable that way.

Hear the sledges with the bells,--

Silver bells--

What a world of merriment their melody foretells!

How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,

In the icy air of night!

While the stars that oversprinkle

All the heavens, seem to twinkle

With a crystalline delight;

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells,

From the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells--

From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Hear the mellow wedding-bells,

Golden bells!

What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!

Through the balmy air of night

How they ring out their delight

From the molten, golden notes!

And all in tune,

What a liquid ditty floats,

To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats,

On the moon!

Oh, from out the sounding cells,

What a gush of euphony voluminously well!

How it swells!

How it dwells

On the future! how it tells

Of the rapture that impels

To the swinging and the ringing

Of the bells, bells, bells,

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells--

To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

Hear the alarum bells--

Brazen bells!

What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells!

In the startled ear of night

How they scream out their affright!

Too much horrified to speak,

They can only shriek, shriek,

Out of tune,

In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,

In a mad expolstumlation with the deaf and frantic fire,

Leaping hire, hire, hire,

With a desperate desire,

And a resolute endeavor,

Now--now to sit or never,

By the side of the pale-faced moon,

Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale of their terror tells

Of despair!

How they clang, and clash and roar

What a horror they outpour

On the bosom of the palpitating air!

Yet the ear, it fully knows,

By the twanging

And the clanging,

How the danger ebbs and flows;

Yet the ear distinctly tells,

In the jangling

And the wrangling,

How the danger sinks and swells,

By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of bells--

Of the bells-

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells--

In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!

Hear the tolling of the bells--

Iron bells--

What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!

In the silence of the night

How we shiver with affright

At the melancholy menace of their their tone!

For every sound that floats

From the rust within their throats,

Is a groan:

And the people--ah, the people--

They that dwell up in the steeple,

All alone,

And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,

In that muffled monotone,

Feel a glory in so rolling

On the human heart a stone--

They neither man nor woman--

They are neither brute nor human--

They are Ghouls!

And their king it is who tolls;

And he rolls, rolls, rolls, rolls,

Rolls a paean from the bells!

And his merry bosom swells

With the paean of the bells!

And and dances and he yells;

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the throbbing of the bells--

Of the bells, bells, bells,

To the sobbing of the bells;

Keeping time, time, time,

As he knells, knells, knells,

In a happy Runic rhyme,

To the rolling of the bells--

Of the bells, bells, bells, --

To the tolling of the bells,

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells, --

To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I have an announcement to make...

As you know, if you are a regular reader of my blog, for over a year (maybe even two, I'm not sure) I've been working on a book called 'King of Darkness: The Reigning Night'. Well, today, April 17th, 2009, I have finished my first draft of the book.
At first I was just typing... I'd made a pact with myself that I would finish this book soon, right after I got this one adventure out of the way. But there was this sentence, this one sentence that one of my characters said that I just didn't know where to go from from there. It was so complete, I didn't know what to type next, even though I had a vague idea of what I wanted to happen. And it was then I told Mommy about it, and she asked what the sentence was (and no, I'm not going to tell you what it is (and no, it's not that great, I'm just all excited about it because the first draft is done, it really isn't that fabulous)--you'll just have to BUY THE BOOK, MWAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!), and she said,
"Why don't you just end it there?"
And it was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I could just end it there! That one sentence, that one sentence could be the last I'll ever type in that story! I just started screaming and I tell you, if I didn't have arthritis I would have jumped and danced. Instead I just rung my hands... oh, thank you god.
Of course, it's not done done, I've just finished my first draft, and I've got a lot of editing to do. I also wanted to get a map drawn of Glorsifil (the mythical continent I made up for this all to take place in) and illustrations done, but after that... We even found a place where I can publish it all, and if everything goes well, I might actually get it done before Christmas, just like I wanted! I'm so happy!
The funny thing is, once this is all done and over with, I'm going to start working on Kings of Darkness: A Glimmer of Light (the next book in the series) immediately. And the cycle will start all over...

Anyways, I'm just so so happy I had to post!

Love,


Galaxy

P.S. I do plan to post about Easter, but I'll probably be working on K.o.D. for a while, and I'm going over to Nana's house for the weekend, so don't expect it too soon.

Some Silly Cartoons

Brother1 asked me to draw some cartoon-like things because we had been playing this game called 'Pajama Sam' and it had things like that, so I complied. I felt like posting the drawings--for no reason in particular--so here they are!

This is Mr. Brock Lai. He's a broccoli, for those of you who don't know.

This is Collette Ussri. She's a bunch of lettuce. This is Cookie Brigton. She's a Chocolate Chip Cookie.This is Ms. Chiquita Bana. She's a Banana.

The next bit is done sort of like a comic strip... Brother1 helped me with it, and it's sort of lame, but it was fun to do and I'd like to look back on it years in the future:

This is the un-named Pencil Wizard. If you have any suggestions (for his name), PLEASE comment them!

This is Mr. Cliff. He's a hanger (like a 'cliff hanger'...? Get it...?).

Brother1 drew this one. He's Mr. Pizza, and he's a pizza.

Well, there you go! Just some silly things Brother1 and I doodled at the beginning of spring... speaking of spring, I'm so happy that it's finally here! After Spring comes Summer! I love Summer!

Happy Spring and happy Doodling!

Galaxy

St. Patrick's Day--and I didn't even know it!

Yesterday I woke up, got ready for Nana to come over, and ate Irish Style (aka steelcut oats) for breakfast, but it was only when Nana went on google and we saw the header that I realized it was St. Patrick's Day! I was wearing a green shirt and a green necklace Nana gave me, (besides I have green eyes so I'm covered always) and both Nana and Mommy were wearing green (but they have green eyes too so that doesn't really matter)... but the blue eyed blond haired cutie who is my brother was wearing nothing green!

I attacked him till he retreated to his room and changed his shirt. He came out smiling:

"You can't pinch me anymore! See, I'm wearing green!"

By the time Dear Sister got out of bed I already knew what day it was, and was able to pinch her for a few seconds. Of course she attacked me back viciously (which wasn't fair because I was wearing green and have green eyes--she has beautiful big brown eyes) and put on a clover necklace. Sometimes Dear Sister can be scary. She's very very touchy about her things. I still love her, though, and she's my very best friend in the whole world--well, as well as my brothers.

I still had the sign I'd made for Daddy's Birthday (he had to work until eight on his birthday, but when he came home we had cleaned up a little, baked him a cake--which he wasn't expecting--made a sign and sung him the birthday song. It wasn't much, but it was something, and a bit of a surprise, and I think he had fun) up,so I rearranged the letters and Nana made some new ones so it now read "Happy St. Pat's".

Daddy didn't even notice when he came home (and it was just his luck to be wearing green! He has troubles with colors, and I don't know how he lucked out when he didn't even know it was the day). I asked if his shirt constituted as green, Mommy said yes and I said 'Oh. Happy St. Patrick's Day, Daddy." Then I stared over his head at my sign until he looked up at it and started laughing.

Mommy made a green smoothie---which is one of her smoothies with spinach and other green leafy things-- for the occasion and we all watched some movies from netflix. We didn't really do much, but I had fun.

Happy Late St. Patrick's day! I hope you knew it was coming, but if you didn't, I hope you had as much fun as I did!

Good luck!

Galaxy

Friday Fillins #45

Here are my Friday Fillins! To do your own, find the link on my side-bar, or use this one.

1. Give me something good to read and I'll devour it in four days or less.
2. Whenever I see the first star at night, I always make a wish, even if I don't think it'll come true--it worked for making Brother1&2!
3. I wish I didn't have arthritis, but I'll go through it with my head held high.
4. Daddy's Birthday Cake was the last thing I ate that was utterly delicious (yes, I do intend to post about his B-Day, but please don't be mad if that never happens).
5. To live in this world is a scary thing, but there are so many wonders and beauties... how could we not?
6. Other than this one, some blog I can't remember... oh, I know! Me In General (Dear Sister's Blog) is the last blog I commented on.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to spending the night at Nana's, tomorrow my plans include hanging out with Nana and Dear Sister and Sunday, I want to have fun with Daddy and the rest of the fam!

Have a great weekend!


Galaxy

Happy Late Valentines Day!

I didn't spend much time on the Internet yesterday, so this post is a little late.

Mom and Dad had their anniversary yesterday, and, as usual, they didn't do much. Nana came over for a while and we all hung out, but she couldn't stay long. Daddy went to the store with Mom and the Boys and bought some pizza (yes, still vegan--no cheese, no meat, and bunches of pineapple--for everyone except Daddy!), cookies, sparkling pomegranate cider, sparkling apple cider, smarties, chocolate, and chocolate covered almonds (because what's Valentine's Day without Chocolate?) while Dear Sister and I practiced Latin (I finally convinced her to do it with me! Yippi!) and watched a few shows.

Of course, by the end of the day we felt a little sick, but still, I had fun. We watched a new series we got from Netflix called The Triangle and it's actually pretty interesting. We're still trying to figure out what's going on.

I had a pretty good Valentine's Day, and I really hope Mommy and Daddy had a wonderful Anniversary! They really, really love each other, and almost every day I am so grateful to have parents who care about each other so very much.

My Valentine's Day was full of love... no, not romantic, though one day I hope it will... Yesterday (and always) I loved and was loved by my sister, Brother1 (who actually gave me three hugs!), Brother2 (who gave me a hug too, but mostly he was just really cute), Mommy, Daddy, and Nana.

Happy Valentines Day, anyone reading, I hope yours had much love. Happy Anniversary, Mommy and Daddy. You make my life wonderful.

Love,


Galaxy