Reflecting the Sun

Faces, stuck in my mind. A look I cannot rid myself of...almost stifling my creativity, yet opening so many doors, covered in old paint and a "DO NOT OPEN" across the front in messy red paint. The doorknob is so cool in my hand...but the drive is beginning to leave me again. Ah, so much, but so little. You are a mystery to me yet, and I don't have the right, whether you be known to me, or unknown, to make a character that causes your face to pop into my mind.


So alike, yet so different.




XD So, I'm back. Hello. Nice being back, actually.


I took a gazillion pictures. Prepare yourselves.


I'm also considering doing NaNoWriMo this year with a story that I came up with on the trip...it's...interesting. XD


-Argentia Krystofel (Signing of, Captain! Don't worry, I still like you best!!! XD)-Randomness. Forgive me. :P

Under Orion May Your Memory Ring True

The night air is chilling
Stars and moon are thought-stilling

A single star shines very bright
Upon whom her thoughts do alight

But she longs only for a friend
Sweet perfume on a darkened wind

Because light only glimmer with hope
When with their descisions you can cope

Leaning in, she needs you now
Before this throne she cannot bow

Only half the cry you hear
And she wished things could be made clear
*
Lonesome longing
For one seemingly lost
Silently begging
That he won't pay any cost

Pointless worry
Time will stand in place
Never say sorry
A blank look on my face

Her heart still flies
But she ties it down
For fear of those lies
That make you frown

Black on white the song
Of thoughtful love yet remorse
Though you can sing along
I'm still trying to see, of course

Oh, leave me, sweet regret!
Go, jealous envy
I will not be caught in that net
And nothing gained, you see

A sparkling treasure
Sitting under the sand
Brighter than the gold
Of all the land

Burning horizon
Dreams, please come true?
The constellation of Orion
Is coming into veiw

Run, run, fast as you can
A destination is on your mind
Do not stop, not for any man
And never look behind

Let her smile guide you
Just for this short moment, tonight
Understand her heart is true
Her sympathy is for your plight
*
She sees the sky, so great a height
Embellished with clouds by the day
And stars of diamond by the night

She sees a jagged fissure
Where the earth has cracked
Broken by the pressure

Look! Fool, there is broken glass
Consider who's at fault
And find some warmth at last

I'll try hard to hold on
It's a few weeks soon coming
And this is almost gone

When moonshadows are dimly cast
And Orion above us
We'll shoot back into the good of the past.

The style of ^this^ poem changes...hum, three times throughout. A muse, I suppose, since it is so very long.

For We Have Become Minstrels (or A Penny, A Quarter)

Do you know what laughing is
Yes, I know and it is this

A great and full; bursting moment
To be in the presence of not one lament

Even his faults are all kissed by the sun
And our spirits toward the sky horizon run

Where is the vast sky, can it be named well?
So this depth is like the blue; trust you cannot sell

The brightness of this day is more than I
And through the clarity of the horizon pearls I spy

Floating on invisible waves, reflecting the sun’s light
You can stare at them for years, till you increase in height

Time and stature, yet we’re still with hope
And with the changes of life we’ll cope

A family of travelers upon the road
Playing our instruments and searching for abode

A penny, a quarter, a flower for miss
And a long, happy strain that they call bliss

Then the deepness of your river is enhanced by two
And the world doesn’t always spin around you

But we never had to tell him, he always knew
That darkness is waiting for me and for you

Hark, oh night of blackness and silence!
We will not be hindered by your evil-hearted vengeance

Our family ties are strong, they bind us together
Nothing can take us, never oh never

Till the light shining on the rocky side
Is reflected by the incoming tide

While you stare up at the pearls as the ships leave the land
And I sit close by and draw pictures on the sand

The birds take flight and he writes a song
And the little girl and boy rather play than sing along

The women and men walk down the shore
And the eldest of us are still looking for more

But we’re the most content than we ever could be
In our cove of goodwill, out by the sea

Wondering if the bonds will ever go away
And hoping to stay for another day



As I said on Facebook-

A cookie to the first person that can tell me what the pearls are in this verse-

The brightness of this day is more than I

And through the clarity of the horizon pearls I spy

And I guess another cookie to who can tell me what this one means-

Then the deepness of your river is enhanced by two

And the world doesn’t always spin around you

ENJOY!!! Sorry I don't post very often-life is hectic and frustrating-not VERY bad stuff, but still hard. And if you understand all of the stuff in these poems, or most of it, then you are either crazy, know a lot about me and my stargazing tendencies, or are a big part of the subject. :) I doubt many understand fully, so don't dare feel bad if you don't...you aren't supposed to! ^.^

I have finished Baccano!, btw, and it's very good! I love the English dub of it-Accents are so cool. Still working on Cowboy Bebop.

Also, expect a total blog makeover soon...Fall is almost here!!!

-Argent ♥

Poem of the Days Before Summer

It's beautiful, spring is. The brilliant, colorful flags of the heralds before Summer comes marching in full array of horses and men with their bright, flashing armor. :P You make weird allegories when you've spent several hours playing knights with your brothers.

Well, I wrote a poem about spring. It's not yet titled very well...so I won't worry about that. :)

The houses fly by

As freely down the road we fly

Happy chatter, almost there

Blooming trees are everywhere

Strawberries, they always seem

Much tarter with vanilla ice-cream

Friends are here, as we ate

A spider sits above our plates

Snakes ans spiders, coming out

Reminds me of something to talk about

Drag along, and try not to run

Warmest room, brimming over with sun

Talk of things that we enjoy

Crazy, fun-filled kids, two girls and a boy

Hours pass, let's go outside

Teasing with laughter 'till we die

Violets picked in the evening like,

Birds alight in homeward flight

Learning much, loving more

As a friend slips out the door

Sun is gone over the hill

Nighttime breeze, the world goes still

Go inside to escape the cold

Wonder at the wilted flowers you hold

Smell the flower, spicy-sweet

And suddenly the day becomes complete

The stars make a picture in the sky

Looking down at me as my heart does cry

Just a minute more, to spend in this spring

This day has been such a mysterious thing

I wish to go, yet wish to stay

Alas, I just wish for another happy day

More foolish moments, there will be some

But simple joys shall always come

One last moment, a touch and a laugh.

AND THAT'S IT!!! :) Loved writing that thing...now, if I could squeeze out those feelings of overwhelming nostalgia that I feel when I hear the train go by. T.T

Argentia ♥

P.S. Violetta, I wish I knew how to speak Italian. I would write my poem in that language so you understand. T.T Someday I will learn. :)

I'm crazy...that I am...

I'm bored...sleepy...and nuts. :P I do weird things at night. Like make a post with a picture of Duo on it...but he's COOL!!!

I like the nighttime. It's dark and quiet and I feel happy. The moon is out sometimes, and the stars shine. I love the country and wish we could live there for one thing-the stars. Our grandparents farm is AMAZING at night. It's just gorgeous. I have spotted so many constellations, my favorite being Scorpius and Orion. My mom was just telling me about how she used to like to look at the stars, too. And don't think I've not leaned out that second-story window a bit too far to see a brilliant display before.

My favorite star watching times are when you see meteorites. They are just breathtaking. Not to mention all the constellations you see whilst searching for meteors.
So I'm rambling about nighttime...at night(LATE at night)...so why not some of my nighttime pictures?
The moon, quite a few months ago...maybe six?






The moon again, really blurry, but very beautiful.The sunset back in...August of last year? Later? Later? I do not know. But it is still very pretty.

I like this next one. It reminds me of so many memories. That light there is one I will never ever forget looking at. It brings back memories of my friend Megan when I was little and played as her tag-along who followed her everywhere and probably drove her crazy on occasion. Thankfully our friendship is much more than that now.

And a planet. I don't know which, but I see it almost every night. This was taken on the same night of the blurry moon.
A close up of a blurry sunset through trees. I loved it. And then the original of that picture.
Well, I hope you liked. I am now going to bed before my mom comes down here and gets me good. I'm super-tired, anyway, this is the first time I've been up this late in a while...I cannot believe it's almost 12. And I have to get up early! Sweet dreams everyone, and pardon my craziness!

-Autumn