Thrice

[Bhryn]

A note on cream, warm parchment with cursive hand in a dark ink of blue shade, darker than indigo and closer to midnight, or perhaps black. The paper itself has runes enchanted about the bottom, intended so others do not post atop the note, leaving it singular and pristine, perched or perhaps poised on a slender thorn.

With sticks, with stones, a house of cards;
We all fall down, we all fall down...

Thrice bound, thrice grasped and caught.
Clipped my wings for a life so fraught.
For someone important who I may be
They locked up my mind to set me free,
They caged all the memories so I wouldn't weep
And crushed down my pain, under their feet.
It's wrong and yet right, what to say, what to say?
But choices and decisions, they were already made.
So I walk without knowing where I should go
I laugh at the jokes that inside I still know.
The sunsets are different but still just the same
I follow the rules to this ever changing game.
Brokered my wishes and kept only glass
To look through in memory at what is past.

My name on your lips, was it me you knew?
The Truth in the silence, the pain that I drew,
The violent supression of anger and grief
Raw in the moment, torn beyond your belief.
Shower'd it down and cleansed it, mended
And fended. The pain and pleasure all blended.
Did you see deeper than the nothing
In my endless eyes? In the soulless something?
Was the laughter forgiving or destructively wild?
The passion unrelenting or tired and mild?
Who was I, this woman I am and don't know
To capture these hearts, to keep them in tow?

I was something to someone, was I not?
The future a memory, a distant dark blot
Of ink, for someone has written over the plan of me
And penned in new verses, discreetly.
It dries with words I didn't know how to say
Or didn't want to say, kept them locked away
In my heart of hearts. I'd wish tomorrow
Were here, without this undirected sorrow
That clenches my heart coldly, so cold.
My face in the mirror, passing, is so old
But so young. I am no older than I recall
But older inside, where the soul stalls
And turns dark with forbidden memories
Of being older. Or younger. Or me.

So I write my name in blood across the land
And smile vaguely in my dreams, a hand
Clenched about the sword of all sorrows ever.
Revel in the war I caused and love, forever,
The perfect killing machine, made to destroy
And with laughter bitter, like a broken toy
I know I am pushed aside until another war
Until another fight. Is this all I am good for?
So throws those sticks and stones of phrases
Clichéd, as you like, in various mazes;
That lead around and round without going anywhere
To lead inside to the space called nowhere.
And on the floor with the house of cards high
Placing queen to king, stable and strong, a lie.
Faces all inward so I don't know them on sight
Then with revelation burned into the failing light
I know I am thrice bound against what I know
Yet have lost. What have I lost, where did it go?

With sticks, with stones, a house of cards;
We all fall down, we all fall down...

Bhryn xxxx

 

[Bhryn]

An angel said
In breathless prayer;
"Where light falls
I am there,
In tears of joy
Or of pain
Of sadness marked
By salted rain;
I am there.

"When you sleep,
What dreams come,
I will see them
Every one.
Those stars upon
Your wishes hang;
Or every note
You ever sang,
I am there.

"In sickness dire
In health so sweet,
In hand or arm
Or leg or feet;
Inside your soul
Or beat of heart,
Or in your mind
The welcome dark...
I am there.

"First breath drawn
Or first word known,
Whatever it is
Your life may sow;
What lives touched
Or what you made,
I'll keep it all,
It won't fade.
I am there.

"And at the end,
Bloody or calm,
I'll say the rites
Heaven's last psalm.
Hold my hand,
I will say,
And into beyond
We'll walk away.
I am there."

The angel spoke
Before the air,
Said so softly,
"I am there."

B ~ xxxx

 

[Bhryn]

I know the constellations
Each name and pattern bright,
Born with every summer dawning
Fading into each autumn night.
Perhaps shining, perhaps crying
Perhaps every moment we are dying
But even with this, denying
I must go. I am sorry, so you know.

I know the leaves on the trees
By the dappled shadows on the pathway.
Your laughter breaks the silence
And I fold it to my heart every missed day.
Perhaps sharing, perhaps caring
Perhaps every moment spent faring
And riding out the days left with bearing
I must go. I am sorry, so you know.

I know the place I finally lie
Water in the hues of the green fields waver,
And when we are gone they'll have stories
Or the war, the glories and their saviour.
Perhaps the broken swings, perhaps be kings
Perhaps they'll make us anything
But what we were, saving it for nothing.
I must go. I am sorry, so you know.

Perhaps with every moment we are dying
Perhaps every moment spent faring,
Perhaps they'll make us anything...
...I am sorry, so you know. I must go.

B~

 

[Bhryn]

Rebirth of the Broken Something

Of angels waking, hearts defending
Of all the ills and ails proclaiming
The feeling soft and heart so pure
In chest of love, that in death, endure;
The maiden white, the maiden bright
Alas the maiden falls into night.

She dreams of you in the distance
Speaking softly in your gentle whispers
That only she can hear and understand;
Across the fair and weathered land,
A grave in passing, grave forsaken
'No' wished the soul of the maiden,
'Tell me please, you are mistaken.'
The Gods replied, 'Sadly, he is taken.'

So gather together what you will
What sticks or stones or broken tools;
Maybe the fairest of the fair you pick
Or choose the damned most among fools
But gather them close and into your heart
For the journey is long, the journey is long.
Give them no secrets but tell no lies,
Poor maiden, your journey is forever long

The pain, the pity, the fatal blow
The aching soul to know such woe
Betrayed by love and love to know,
From fatal feelings such things grow;
Forsake him not, in his darkest hour
No matter what ills he might achieve;
Forsake her not, forgotten hero,
No matter what your heart may deceive.

She fears the water, it lays a claim
To bones and blood and body broken;
'So take this sacrificial offering,' she says
'It isn't much, a simple token.'
And leave behind the lives you changed,
The loves you made, the ties that bind,
The friendship you thought you'd never find
Flee into the darkness of the purest mind.

Into water, you must go, you must go
And sink, and float, and fly away;
An angel falling down into the dirt
Or fading like tomorrow, into today.

If feathers fall from her pearly wings,
Then gather them up, to make her whole;
The Maiden pure who travels this Planet
With cherished promises made in her soul.
Another chance, from the water clean
Raise again, a phoenix from your ashes;
And once again, return to love, to live
With war and strife and all that clashes!

The Earth so pure, the Cloud so free,
Float them far away, where they can be;
Where the sleeping demon can tell no lie;
With wings restored, take to the sky.

- Bhryn'o'vyl​

 

[Protector_corwin]

Corwin walks to the boards a smile on his face and posts this for Bhryn to read

You are my star,
You are the moon that guides me on a dark night,
You are the sun that brightens my world,
Yet I know that I am not alone.

You are my breath and my blood,
You are the thoughts in my mind,
You are the air that brushes my face,
Yet I feel so alone right now.

My memories are so fond,
Yet everything is so very wrong,
What can we do to fix it,
How can we make it like it was?

My love for you is pure,
My love for you is strong,
My love for you is like no other,
Because my love for you is real.

Corwin Sha'kar

((OOC note: I wanted you advice on this one Bhryn I actually wrote if for my girlfriend.))

 

[Bhryn]

Bizarrely, to any watching, Corwin's note catches on fire as if with liquid and burning acid, crumpling the paper so it no longer exists on this thread.

(ooc: Not a posty thread thingy! Send it me in a PM and I'll help any way I can sweetie! *hugs*)

 

[NicholausDennoncourt]

*with a bit of flare, he would step up to the corkboard, more out of custom to see what insanity is being posted. With an arched brow he reads Bhyrn's poetic wisdom.*

*he would be seen leaving the area, only to return shortly with his own message, attaching it next to her parchment.*


It would seem that no matter what changes, some things one can grow to expect.

Nich

 

[Bhryn]

A figure, looking tired, brushes hands through the notes and takes off any close by, folding them away into a blue bound book which she then returns to the pouch she took it from. Then, with her original and unassailable thread of poetry, places another as a footnote to the cursory glances of society.

It’s precisely the way that you smiled at me,
How could a smile be so sad?
It’s precisely the words that formed in your heart
Knowing tomorrow is what you don’t have.
It’s precisely the reason you left me behind
It’s the bed that bore nothing true;
It’s the silence in distance, in missing my life
That led me precisely to you.

It's precisely all the things I thought I knew
But feared would all fade away.
It's precisely in the arms that once held me
That I could feel the fear each day.
It's precisely how you watched and waited
For me to come around,
And it's precisely how you see my shadow
But in the light I'm found.

It's precision borne in all the exact motions
The tick, the tick, the tock;
The precise hands of time still slipping by
On the face of the faceless clock.
To cling with all hope left to burden upon me,
With strength precise and true;
It's precisely all that hope within that once
Gave love to only you.

- Bhryn xxx

 

[Bhryn]

All Things

Posted on the board, a simple note of cream with dark writing that is so deep a blue that it borders on the black.

The night has drawn down her veil
Across the lovely face of the night
Cut away the stars in their highest host
As with hearts burning, they come alight.
The wishful thinking of the masses
With faces turned to celestial prayer
That love may find them and bless them
Once in a lifetime, once in a year.
Love, the flitting and fickle beast
To turn a heart green with envy;
Or grace the lips which lies of lust
And drive the sanest to wild frenzy,
In quick phrases, short stanzas said
It picks the soul and tears it apart
And each night when it draws to a close
Remember that which lives in your heart.

B xxx​