short-story; daughter of the moon

A part of the dark side she was, belonging to the mysterious side of moon; for the sun never touched her skin. The woods as her sweetest home at the hours of darkness,  and the cave as her shelter when the sun rises. She learned not to speak the language of human, she only could speak to creatures may be different from her in form, yet so similar in thoughts. her form? What was her form? She could not know, for she may be a part human, the other part was not, she knew at heart. She was not a monster, though she seemed as one. She was not a monster ,she was sure. For she loved and laughed, she wondered and prayed. She prayed her loneliness would come to an end. She was lonely despite having a family, A family that consisted of owls and wombats. She longed for a different kind of companionship.

At one night she prayed for the lord she knew was watching; "O, lord, help me to be thy faithful follower. Help me to show loving kindness to nature.  Make my heart a place of peace. Dear God, who watches over me, help me to grow in goodness.." before she could finish her prayer. She heard a voice, a voice that was so unfamiliar to her, unusual to the woods. There was something, something that is strange. Yet it was a marvelous news, for this may be her gift from lord. A partner, her Adam. Her pair. Just like her family of owls. Each was in a pair. She finally can belong she thought rushing towards the echo. it was true, it was magic; There he was. A beautiful young man, with eyes as walnuts. He seemed lost, she thought as she was watching him behind the tree. He seemed misplaced, misguided. She did not know how to reveal  herself, she never met a man before. Her hands were shaking as never before. This was the moment, the moment she waited for. She prayed for him, she prayed nights and nights for her Adam. There was no time to waste. She took steps towards him as he was leaning in to grab objects he seemed to drop. As she was getting closer, she got more nervous; A feeling she never experienced before. Screaming grew louder and louder as she was getting closer. It seems that he was not delighted with what he saw. It took her couple of seconds to realize the screaming was because of her. Her face? Her body? Her whole? She was not pleasing to his eyes. Her pale skin and whitish eyes were not pleasing. It was not what she pictured it to be. It was not as how birds meet and fall in love. It was not like how owls taught her about love, no one ever mentioned this to her. No one ever told her that her looks might have been an issue. She ran away as far as she could, with tears drowning her face, she stood in shock while her breathing was out of race, why was this happening to her she wondered as she gazed at her reflection on the surface of the lake, "with such face, how could I be loved" she answered herself.

My beowulf

The mad Queen walked the forest barefoot
The foolish king winched the colours of black
I was your Pinokio and you were my Beowulf
We roamed the sinister sky together valorously
With no power we survived
I was your Pinokio and you were my Beowulf
Under the cloak of  innocence I deceived you
A phony sheep I was, stabbing my shepherd in the back
My mad queen, frosting forest, be kind
My foolish king, damaged  at most, be wise
For I flamed my game with the weeping ghosts howling his name
The time has come for cover no more, for you are gone along with the dawn
My dear Beowulf, I loved no other, I shall love no more, of that I am sure, of that I am true, but your pinokio had a ransom to be paid

  

 

 

last goodbye

What have you done to me?
There is a war inside of me
 A rampage with your name
It's never ever going to be the same
This heart was not yours to claim
but with your smile it was framed
I fell deeply, truly, madly for your rounded eyes, but whom to blame?
but now you are gone, and I'm lost with nothing to gain
your irresistible letters, coffee stain and smoked memories of your laughter
I stood there waiting for your hand to grip, the anthem sang, but you were no longer there
no more, tap dancing under the rain
no more, passing the lane
it's time for farewells
it's time for one last goodbye

you won by losing the end of the game

someday ~

Sometimes life seems just a chapter of fragile moments, where saying nothing is what's left of it. Sometimes love comes raw with limitless passion and fiercely everything else no longer matter. But most of times; we live in a state of mind where moving forward is the only thing we can do. We move from a state of deceived lover to a faithful partner, from an abused son, to an ideal father Or from an innocent child to a rebellious lover. It does not matter where we began, it only matter where we plan to reach because someday with sincerity and serenity, we will claim the answers that we seek.  Someday we will walk the line, someday we will walk with pride. Let go of the worrier and be a warrior because one day our dreams shall turn to reality.