Ciel the Sky Mortal's blog
Such a dangerous word
Like ‘revolution’ or ‘execution’ Read more »
So, yes, I did "borrow" the first three lines of this from a song. I've always loved these lyrics, and tried in many different ways to use them as inspiration because I just adore the concept behind the lyrics... but anyways. The song is “Nothing Left to Say” by Imagine Dragons, one of my favorite bands.
The shadows on my wall don't sleep
They keep calling me
The night lights lining the hall shimmer
They keep taunting me
The fireflies light up the night sky
They keep waking me
The dark heavy clouds linger above
They keep singing their lullaby
The stars sitting in the celestial thrones
They keep whispering softly
The universe and my mind in their drowsiness
They keep moving me
And as the moon rises in the distance, shushing,
He keeps a watchful eye on me
Bomb shells falling
Fallout contaminants breaking
Broken buildings and broken lives
Life lost and forgotten Read more »
So this is what I spent the afternoon drawing just to see if I could.
My pen ran out of ink today
And my memories with it stopped
My childhood ran out space
And a new paper began
My shoes wore out this weekend
Tears and holes letting in the wet
The sole was falling apart
And now my soul needs something new
My moribund notebook has given out again
Covers lost in past years, papers torn apart
The pages stained, now finally full,
So a new section must be added, because it's not finished yet.
Once while running through the sunny fields
We stumbled upon something new
It's was blue and green and covered in mystery
Shiny, new, alive, sitting in the dew
Ecstatic, we ran off through the woods
Our bare feet taking us through the wild
Our greedy hands and curious eyes took it, playing
Tossing it into the air, leaving the marks of a child
Much to our horror one day, we dropped the toy
And chased it, tears threatening had it broke. We picked it up delicately
And delightedly brushed off its barely-dulled surface
And kept going, because we were young and ignorant of reality
I watch my friends, now grown old a little bit, but not grown up
Because we play with it less, but drop it more, more smudges and dirt
And I'm the only one that seems to care it's covered in scratches
And I am careful because I can't bare to see the gray faults spread any more
I’d lock up my soul, but apparently there’s nothing in there worth stealing
Nothing but an empty heartless shell, racked by storms and waves
Beaten by the very atmosphere it tried to inhabit Read more »
I’m finding these days
That I’m enjoying silence
More than I should probably Read more »
Anyone notice how hopelessly broken
Our TV screens seem to be?
We’ve been raised on it since we were children
But now the cracks are all I see.
The news divides the nation,
A place where suicide is advertised,
We’ve destroyed this generation
With all we’ve monopolized,
Fear and makeup is all I see,
War is painted on the screens,
And death is served with morning coffee,
Replacing our lingering sweet dreams, Read more »
(A note: I didn't really divide up the chapters beyond 14, but there's about three or four or five... maybe.. not sure. Anyways. Notably, there is a time gap between chapter 13 and 14. Enjoy!)
The whole room seemed to rattle gently as Alice slowly woke up, as if having to pull herself out of a dark pool. All her senses were fuzzy, her limbs like lead, and her head pounded with every heartbeat pushing blood through her skull. She became aware of her surroundings slowly; first she saw the two high windows in the room, then the scenery blowing past them – a train, a Freight Runner, which explained the rattling she felt. Then she realized she was laying on a bed in the clothes of the day before, or she assumed only a night had passed anyways.
In a sudden panic, Alice bolted up, looking for Cheshire. A dull pain resounded through her shoulder as she realized her right hand was cuffed to a bar on the grey wall next to the bed. The room itself wasn’t very big, only about ten feet long and six feet across, with a table, the bed, and a few windows. There was still almost no feeling in her arm at all. She recalled how that had happened, the electric spell, and then she remembered where Cheshire was. Alice’s heart sunk as she realized that she was probably never going to see him again. At least he’s safe… she though, tugging absent mindedly at the hand cuffs. Read more »
“And you’re sure he’s not there, absolutely sure you didn’t miss him?” John’s voice crackled over the phone line. He could hear the sound of a map being flipped through in the phone booth where Simon stood.
“Trust me John, I’m sure. He’s not there, his lair’s been totally cleared – the vines are all dead and rotting at this point. The treasure has been moved too…” Simon turned the map over, looking at Manhattan from an aerial view. Everything looked different from above, and despite the disdain he held for maps
“Is it possible that someone came along and found it, took it-?”
“No. The seal was broken, and there were the claw marks in the soil. Unless another Dragon decided to show up in the middle of the day and shoo a large green Dragon away, then Zekerov moved it himself. We might be in some deep trouble here,” Simon said, flipping the map back over, examining downtown.
“You don’t think he just took off for the cave with it all?” John said, though he knew it was highly unlikely. Read more »
The café buzzed quietly as people droned on in their mundane conversations, what store to visit, what hotel to stay at, how to get a taxi, where to find the best coffee in the city. For Simon, the best coffee in all of New York, if not the world, was the little Cornerstone Café somewhere near the Empire State building. Simon was never particularly good with names and streets, but given a location, he could find his way there with no mistakes. This was the case for more than thirty cities across the globe.
“When you’re around as long as I’ve been, memorizing layouts becomes a secondary instinct,” he would say. And it was true – when you spend a couple hundred years walking around cities, it becomes very simple.
Simon leaned back as the afternoon light slanted in through the big windows as people walked past, taxi’s roaming the streets in search of prey; he saw a fire truck race past the store front, lights flashing, probably with the siren blaring. That was one of the things he loved about this particular café though – the noise never seeped in until someone opened the front door. On a weekday like this, that wasn’t often. Read more »
Maybe it’s the pain and the death
Or perhaps it’s the unfairness
I hate so much Read more »
Know what to do
Because nothing ever changes
No matter the tragedies all over the world
To my very core
Knowing these people have died
And for what? What is it that has caused this?
Could possibly be worth this?
A parent who doesn’t have a child to cheer on,
A student waiting for a friend that will never finish the race Read more »
I can hear the Star-Gazer's song,
Singing the song of the small but strong,
Her echoes whisper through the dark night sky Read more »
(This story is the third in a group of stories I've been working on... so... yeah, not quite in the right order, but oh well!)
The streets were dark in the midnight hours of the center of the city, roadside lights flickering very faintly on the edge of the walkways leading through the trees. Very few people were around this time of night in this part of town; only two figures walked the paths beneath the trees, and somewhere, deeper inside, lurked their target.
Trees rolled past as two people walked, one stumbling behind the other in the dark, winding their way deeper into the maze of grassy knolls and tall old trees, park signs and benches, trash left scattered on the ground and cigarette butts in the dirt. Evidence of human habitation everywhere, but nature defiantly fighting back. An oasis in a metropolis for certain species unsuited for concrete jungle habitation. Read more »
We’ve built ourselves a fine cage over the years
Trapped ourselves on an island in a burning sea
We were brilliant, evolving past the boundaries nature provided Read more »
All we are are paper soldiers
Torn and tattered, left to smolder,
Burned in fires of regretful years,
Once upon a time, not-so-far away from where we stand today,
We finally came of age and shed our child’s skin and mind;
Outdoors and crayons were exchanged for too-big books and Read more »
Desert winds shove past the day’s billowing dust
While the fireflies dance in the sunset’s lust
Shadows stretch and groan, reaching for what’s left Read more »
Dark orange dust billows behind me with every step, outlined by the fading sun against a backdrop of a violet-tinted skyline full of desert scapes and brushlands. The soft crunch of my boots on the packed earth, the scuttle of a desert creature, the sharp rattle of a dangerous foe; these are the sounds of the dying desert. Plateaus high-rises soar above the earth in the distance, like massive stone waves that never crashed because the desert sucked all the water from them, stole it and buried it in the cactus that reach for the sky like men begging for the rain shadow to vanish, for the clouds to slip over the mountain, just once, to replenish their broken souls.
This world is dangerous, it’s harsh, and it’s dark.
Too many people are dangerous, harsh, and dark as well.
There are those who have been hurt, and like a ripple,
It echoes, spreading like a disease, Read more »
I knock on the big old door,
Reluctantly arriving at my predestined future
Finally attempting to (and accepting that I must) gain admittance Read more »
I am the captain of a sinking ship
Drowning in my fears
I’m a soldier left on the battle front
Alone and full of tears
I couldn’t stand to face this tide
When you left me all alone
But if I don’t make it through the night
Then hear my one last song
Because on the battle field’s dark fields
I saw your face, your hands, your smile
In the deeper depths of ocean tides Read more »
So, this isn't quite done yet... I think it needs another stanza or so, but, well, I need sleep. So I'll come back to it later. Feedback welcome and appreciated! Thanks for reading!
Neon clouds and cluttered skies,
They are a mundane sight to these old eyes, Read more »
The dark tropospheric clouds that should have never been,
They battle my knight in armor of gilded hydrogen
And their weak facades cannot compare to my heliospheric love Read more »
*Okay, so... this was kind of creepy... but... I liked using the two points of view. So here it is! Enjoy!*
Too much blood was spilt, as we cried,
But dearest, don’t you love that color?
You know we didn’t survive the night,
And in the night it’s so much brighter.
The streets have run red with our death,
Because it makes such nice decorations!
Run, leave us dead, please leave the rest,
But you wouldn’t dare miss the celebrations! Read more »