Snowflakes, flowers and books

“I wish I could press snowflakes in a book like flowers.” — James Schuyler

I’m tired of words…

I’m tired of carefully calculating each fragment. I’ve exhausted myself with all this thought. I’m overwhelmed with all the thought processes weighing me down before I make a decision. Before I conjure a sentence. Before words fall off my tongue. Let’s just stop thinking and dissolve. I want to be weightless but I don’t know if floating away is going to be enough.

Inelle Zshayra

Black Rose

Red roses are indeed, romantic,
White roses are just plain
This story is for the cynic,
Just read and don’t complain.

There’s something I want to tell you
From deep deep inside my heart
Life always has a good view
Especially when you see the colors and its hue.

I look at the stars that twinkle,
While I felt some sprinkle,
I’m dreaming of you to be with me
Though I know it will never be.

As I hold the black rose
And smell the scent that arose
This is indeed, romantic,
I really am one kind of quixotic.

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Sorry for this lame poem. :-]

The Key (Preface)

I’d rather die than to see him dying…

I am watching him while the behemoths try to kill him. I am trying to stand up, and save him but the pain was so extreme and I can barely move my body. His face was wild as I see him fighting to defend me. The enemies are tempestuous and I can see in their faces how desperate they are to kill us. They are fast, and the battle was furious – it is something crucifying and I am sure that the fight has violent energy in both sides.

There is nothing more dreadful and painful than this – seeing your love one die while you can’t do anything. I tried again to stand as I look at his blood, dropping all over his body. This fight was more than some horrendous explosions.

Yes, we are now under a black spell and I know that this day was cursed by the beldames.
But somewhere, over the thick darkness of the forest, three glowing angels appeared, and sang. Between the horizons, where the sky and Earth appear to meet, the moon appeared like a sun – it was unearthly.
I look at the key and hold it up in the sky ’cause this time, I am sure and I know it was time - time for me to save him. For if my life was all I had to give to my beloved, how could I not give it? If it was someone I truly loved?

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Another preface of the novel I wrote.

‘Cause I’m in love with this thing…..

Inelle Zshayra

Save the planet Earth!

Save the planet Earth!
‘Cause we’re not too late.
Save the planet Earth!
It is the only planet with chocolates.
Save the planet Earth!
Can you breathe oxygen in Neptune?
Save the planet Earth!
Can you now hear the tune?
Save the planet Earth!
‘Cause this is where we play.
Save the planet Earth!
‘Cause this is where we learned about cathode rays.
Save the planet Earth!
Can you understand the language in Mars?
Save the planet Earth!
‘Cause this planet is ours.
Save the planet Earth!
This is where we learn Chemistry.
Save the planet Earth!
Can a Venusian teach you Histology?
Save the planet Earth!
‘Cause I believe we can.
Save the planet Earth!
Let’s just stick to this plan.
Save the planet Earth!
‘Cause life here is so great!
Save the planet Earth!
We can ’cause we’re more than thousands of eight.
Save the planet Earth!
Let’s unite and keep the faith.
Save the planet Earth!
As long as we can fight with fate.
Save the planet Earth!
It is the only place with rainbows and hues.
Save the planet Earth!
‘Cause it’s the only place where I can be with you.

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This is just another poem I wrote like 10-15 minutes ago…

Hope you enjoyed reading!

Be with me, let’s save the planet Earth!

Cheers to everyone!

Star Collision (Prologue)

Just as I’ve promised, I’m making a novel for my two classmates.

First of all, don’t think of me as a feeler or such, people! Writing is just my way of getting out of the existing world… I mean, when I’m writing, I felt like I’m living in a fairytale… so yeah! This is it!

By the way, I posted only the prologue of the novel to know if people would love this (though I know many would probably just think of this as a waste of time because that’s people, they don’t appreciate the things that some people around them are doing, but I know, and I still believe that there are still some people out there that would care).

Anyway, this isn’t the first novel that I wrote. I wrote many novels, and maybe, I’ll keep on posting them some other time but I’ll post it chapter by chapter.

So, here’s the prologue.

Enjoy reading!

Cheers to everyone!

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Star Collision

Prologue

WHENEVER I SAW HIM, I FELT LIKE MY HEART WAS GOING TO SWELL UP AND BURST THROUGH MY CHEST.

Am I overreacting?

His perfect long curly eyelashes that totally matches his black sparkling eyes, his milky skin that totally goes off with whatever shirt he wears, his a-little-bit-black curly hair and his hands that I guess are totally soft just like his velvet voice, are I think just a few of the things in him that makes me love him this much.

Right at this moment, I am currently alone in the balcony, watching the birds fly, and just letting time to pass by. Then later, after the sun fell down below the line at which the sky and Earth appear to meet, the moon will rise and I will notice again just as what Savannah (the lady in Nicholas Sparks’ novel Dear John) had noticed. You, do you notice it? Do you notice how big the moon is when it’s rising, and how small it gets when it’s up in the sky?

But right now, I don’t care about the moon, neither the sunset nor the stars. Because all I care for right now is him. As time was ticking, our chance of being away together is getting bigger and I have to admit, I hate that part.

Anyway, before anything else, why don’t we talk and think about the things in the present, right?

I am Chrysler Hanson and I’m in love with him – with Vincent Tyler. It’s like we’re more than friends but still less than lovers.

This is our story.

So, what do you think?

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Yes, what do you really think?

Okay, so is this the worst prologue you’ve ever read? I’m sorry tho, I’m not that great. Teehee!

Inelle Zshayra

Standing under the rain

Here I am again
Staring at the sky,
Watching the birds fly,
Just letting time to pass by.

As I stand up
And took my first step,
I stopped for a while
And stare at the clouds.

But though, somewhere around me
Shout my name,
I looked around
And realized their aim.

They are here
To play the game
With me as their foe
With an attempt of vain.

I look again at the sky
Which abruptly turned into gray
I wonder now where’s the sun’s rays
Will it be back in its own way?

But for now, I am still here
Walking as fast as I can,
Forgetting about the pain,
Standing under the rain.

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First of all, sorry for the long hiatus of updating my blog.

Being the a sister of an eleven-year old girl and 1month old baby sister isn’t that easy… so yeah! This is all for you., especially for those people with broken hearts and for those who feel extreme sadness.

And yeah, sorry if you don’t like it that much…

Hope you’ll enjoy!