http://otaku-streamers.com/community/blog.php?u=44525 Watch Anime / Jdrama / Kdrama / Live Actions online for free. no embeded links, no region lock. watch here for free~ JOIN US~ en Wed, 22 May 2013 02:47:16 GMT vBulletin 10 http://otaku-streamers.com/community/images/styles/blackfolio/misc/rss.jpg http://otaku-streamers.com/community/blog.php?u=44525 http://otaku-streamers.com/community/blog.php?b=4654 Thu, 02 May 2013 09:01:39 GMT This is just a bit of "poetry" I wrote to get my mind working for an annoying research paper that I'm struggling with. Sometimes, writing a quick creative fiction piece helps me out.

Useless Struggle

Another day that starts in the usual way
staring at the bright screen, waiting and hoping
another moment of genius will occur. The waiting,
the agonizing,
the fighting to put words on a page and struggling
for something potent to be realized.

Hoping for omnipotence on the page but
only getting a portent that pretends to have meaning, indeed
it's only prophecy and impotent importance that falls
flat. ]]> Nyamh http://otaku-streamers.com/community/blog.php?b=4654 http://otaku-streamers.com/community/blog.php?b=4614 Thu, 18 Apr 2013 07:15:59 GMT A friend. One for the ages ‘Fore I cared. ‘Fore I dared. Please, is this something I should wear? On my sleeve. On my heart. In my eyes. On the... A friend. One for the ages
‘Fore I cared. ‘Fore I dared.
Please, is this something I should wear?
On my sleeve. On my heart. In my eyes. On the page.
For all to see. For all to hear. For all to know.
How should I treat you? Will you disappear if I just blow?
Like that, one for the memory to habitually stage.
Laying out each moment, each minute second to idolize.
To agonize.

Please. Is this something I should dare to wear to hold for the ages and place on the pages for all eternity to drown with?

Is this something for me to dare to care to try?

For a friend. For the ages. For a memory to forever remember.

No matter the potential dying ember. ]]> Nyamh http://otaku-streamers.com/community/blog.php?b=4614 http://otaku-streamers.com/community/blog.php?b=4501 Sun, 03 Mar 2013 18:13:30 GMT I'm sitting on the couch with my legs resting on the ottoman in front of me. Two little dogs cuddle with me, one at my side and one on my legs. The sun filters through the blinds in a gentle way, no rays pierce my eyes, but instead the light infuses the room with a calming light. The only noises I hear are the hum of the refrigerator and the slight breathing of the puppy on my legs.
Papers and books and assignments are strewn all around me, and my backpack is fat with homework. Family and friends wait for me in the distance. And I sit here, life's clock tick-ticking away, wondering.

The ebb and flow of life goes unchecked. Its pacing is unlike any fiction book I've read. Life is fast and chaotic and sad.
There are many times I wish to take in a sense of quiet, something that can give me the strength to do what I must.
If only I could take the stillness in and keep it with me for the times I feel I can't hold on.
If only something so whimsical could lift me up. ]]> Nyamh http://otaku-streamers.com/community/blog.php?b=4501 http://otaku-streamers.com/community/blog.php?b=3647 Fri, 06 Jul 2012 03:06:09 GMT Life took hold and wouldn't let me go. I've finally been suddenly freed from its grasp to shout and gasp a hey.

It's been long time :) I've been going to a community college for my Associates, but now I'll be going to a University in the capital. Life is about to get extra crazy, way more than crazy but more like an epic adventure type mixed with unbelievable events that'll probably gallop and flourish in my subconscious only to be remembered 5 years down the road.

Bring on the hectic insanity and turn me into a fully enthused intelligent maniac ;)

(Ps, I'm going to University to become something foolish and risky. Mommy/Daddy, I wanna be an impoverished writer) ]]> Nyamh http://otaku-streamers.com/community/blog.php?b=3647 http://otaku-streamers.com/community/blog.php?b=2995 Sat, 12 May 2012 07:48:28 GMT Today is one of those days that I don't want to do anything that I normally do. I especially don't feel like writing... which is exactly why I'm writing right now. I will never improve if I follow my cranky urges. If I truly want to be a writer, then I better darn well write.

So. What kind of story should I write next? I'm totally stuck at the moment. I'm in the process of character sketching a couple different stories but they're turning out to be way more complicated and messy than I thought. I want to write something a bit simpler. Any ideas?

I'll go out on a limb now, and post something that I never do, and that's poetry. I mostly do stories, nonfiction and fiction, but I never write poetry. I must be really off today to have written this. So here it is, my first serious poem :)

Bisection

I gaze through the window at the powerful eloquence of his movements
The bloodred intensity of that finite moment
The timidity of my captured mind
The radiant stars couldn’t compare
A mysterious assault on the cobwebs in my heart
Illuminating the grit and the menace that lives within
In that moment, an emotion like flint was born
Hard, sharp, without give

Green and brown meet, through the window’s expanse
The unforgiving spasm of the moment
unbearable
I lower the blinds on the redemptive hope
The room pitched into darkness
And focus, instead, on weaving shadow with bitter regret.


(note: all of my fiction and literary work is posted elsewhere as well. When it's completely up and running, I'll post it here.) ]]> Nyamh http://otaku-streamers.com/community/blog.php?b=2995 http://otaku-streamers.com/community/blog.php?b=2970 Sun, 06 May 2012 05:51:17 GMT This is a story I wrote the other day for class. It's a storybook for children and should be accompanied with pictures, so I had to make sure not to go overboard with descriptions. It's just a draft, so I'm still making changes and making it better, but here it is so far :)


Once upon a time there was a fairy boy who played beautiful music with his violin. Everyone in the fairy world knew of him, and all found joy in hearing him play. The only fairy in all of fairy world who didn’t find joy in his music was the fairy boy himself.

In the human world, there was a girl who loved music. She loved it so much that she could never stay still when she heard it. She would swirl, twirl, and leap into the air, her eyes closed, feeling the air play with her hair. Her arms would float in the air like the most elegant ribbon, and her smile was oh so sweet. In her most tranquil moments, she would tap her toes, and sway to and fro; it was something she couldn't help, her body always responded to anything that could be music.

Her favorite dances were the ones when she'd get lost in the heady rise of a trilling note, and she imagined she flew high into the sky, and as the notes dropped, so did she, the wind whipping past her face as she dove straight down, and as the notes evened out, so did she, soaring over the green grass and trees.

News of this girl reached the fairy boy, who could play music very well, but couldn’t find room in his heart to love it. He heard of this girl in the human world who could dance better than any fairy, and who loved music very much. He heard that when she danced, her feet seemed to hover over the ground as if she had wings and her expression would transform into a face more beautiful than the fairy Queen.

This was hard for him to imagine, since there was absolutely no living thing more luminescent and lovely than his queen. Not to mention that humans couldn’t fly.

He heard more and more, about this girl, from the animals that crossed from the human world into his own; they all talked about her enchanting dancing, and they all seemed beguiled by her. He didn’t know what all of the fuss was about, but he thought he should go see for himself.

He didn’t understand what was so special about this music-loving, dancing girl. It’s not like she could coax wonderful music out of an instrument like he could. So when the animals made their way back to the human world, he tagged along, playing his music along the way.

The girl heard him before she saw him. She was walking along in the woods, listening to the gurgling music of the creek, when her body started swaying to music not from the burbling water.

It was the most glorious music she had ever heard; she thought that if magic were real and if it could be heard, it would sound just like that. She wanted to find where it was coming from.

Its gentle, mellow rhythms and delicately detailed notes danced around inside her heart. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and her mouth tipped up into a smile, all for the beauty of the music. Every moment she couldn’t find it felt like sadness, but every moment she heard it, felt like happiness; she picked up her pace. The quicker she looked, the more frantic she felt, and the more frantic she felt, the faster she walked until she was running, stumbling and breathing hard in her haste.

Finally, she staggered out of the woods and instantly she heard the clear notes and expressiveness of the music. She looked up and saw him at the top of the hill, playing his gleaming bronze violin to the moon.

He saw her inelegant rush out of the trees at the base of the hill. That is her, he thought, she doesn’t look all that amazing.

He continued playing his song, Ode to the Moon, an intricate, breathy song his grandfather taught him. He played the moon song for his grandfather who had loved the sound of the human’s violin so much he made a fairy version. His version was made of the bronze, gold, and gleaming things of his world, and it carried the rest of its ethereal beauty in its sound. The boy played it now- the only fairy violin in both worlds.

The girl stood at the bottom of the hill and stared up at this strange boy. He looked like any other boy, and he even looked around her age, but there was just something different about him. She couldn’t tell what it was. It gave her pause. Should she walk up there and meet this boy who played beautiful music?

She made up her mind and started climbing. The grass she walked on was soft and spongy and smelled like the fresh outdoors. The boy reminded her of the outdoors, but not as tame as the outdoors around her home. She thought he was more like a wild jungle or forest, not like the little woods she just walked through.

She made her way to the top, and stood at an angle to see his side and a full view of his violin; it was unlike any violin she had ever seen. It shined with some inner light and it glowed with some sort of sparkling substance. Instead of a hollow body, gold ribbon was woven throughout. Like the music, it was captivating.

The boy finished his song and turned to look at the girl. She was standing there in her sundress, mouth wide open and her eyes wide, the light of the moon made her eyes seem fathomless, her joy for music even more baffling to the fairy boy. “Did you like it?” he asked.

She nodded vigorously, “Very much.”
He tilted his head toward her, “Would you like me to play another song?”
Her lips spread into a pretty smile, “Would you really?!”

And so he played a song he was sure she could dance to. It was a playful, happy song that would make anyone tap their feet in glee.

And, indeed, she couldn’t help herself. As the light of the moon shone down on them, she danced, her feet seemingly floating, and her face transformed in her happiness. As he watched her, he felt a small flutter of excitement over the reaction this girl had to his music.


So this is what it felt like to play for someone. He rather liked it. He kept on playing and playing until the small feeling in his heart burst into an overwhelming emotion; its warmth spreading from head to toe. He ended the song, and turned to the lovely girl and expressed his bafflement, “How do you feel so happy over such a silly thing as music?”

Her body swayed with the breeze, reveling in its sound and feel, and she said to him, still smiling, “It doesn’t matter if it’s music or not, if my heartbeat dances fast, then how could I not dance along with its rhythm?”

She considered the fairy boy with his somber face, and asked him, “Do you not have the same feeling in your heart that makes you dance with your fingers? Isn’t our love for music the same?”

The fairy boy’s heart suddenly took up a quick beat, as he fully understood what it felt like to love music. It was the bubbling feeling he experienced while watching this girl dance to his violin; it was the way his heart was fluttering with excitement at that moment. For the first time in his life, he wanted to play his violin for the joy of it.

So he took up his violin and played the rhythm of his heart. The glittering night sky and the shining moon were witnesses to the fairy boy playing his fairy violin with a smile for the first time, and the pretty human girl dancing her heart away, her smile having never left her face. ]]> Nyamh http://otaku-streamers.com/community/blog.php?b=2970