Anthologies #08 - Unconditional

ALmost a week late, but heck, who's giving the deadlines around here?
Without further ado, presenting my Valentine piece.

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Seraphim Anthology #08 - Unconditional
A poem by Seraphim

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If roses are red, and violets are blue,
Sugar is far more sweeter than you.
If winter dawns, and water turns to ice,
A gaze it draws deeper than your eyes.
If the sun sets, and blood trickle,
Your cheeks would match it very little.
If spring comes, and flowers bloom,
Not yours is the smell that fills the room.
If birds would chirp, and the wind sings,
Never would your voice have such a melodious ring.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare,
For it is not one that is born from compare.
A love not from how you are,
Thus a love that has stretch thus far.

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Heh, I know that if you're a literary fan, you'll be vomiting at the lack of taste in my first attempt at a sonnet. But hey, how many people out there are literature enthusiasts? Or even know what a sonnet is for that matter?

So there you go, my first attempt at a sonnet and my Valentine piece.

Seraphim Anthology #07 - A Lovely Stain

Took me months to get an inspiration to write something original, but here it is finally. For my latest addition to my anthology, here's a sad piece that I wrote. Enjoy.

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Seraphim Anthology #07 - A Lovely Stain
A poem by Seraphim

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The glorious sun in the early morning
Splinters to his eyes
The soothing melody of the birds' chirping
A puncture into his head
The lush greenery of the trees' wavering
An eyesore to his brain

But

The dampest cell in the furthest corner
Where he could thrive
The deepest well in the darkest dungeon
Where his gaze could rest
The deadest hall in the vengeful asylum
Where his thoughts could scatter

Since

Dark was his soul
Restless, no sleep
Lost without a goal
Dry, couldn't weep
What's born of beauty
Brings his demise
Searching for a sanctuary
Then to his surprise

One day he felt
Sudden lightening in him
That didn't belong
Yet welcoming it seem
From a daughter of beauty
Child of grace
Salvation he found
In the look on her face

Now

The glorious sun in the early morning
Brought warmth to his eyes
The soothing melody of the birds' chirping
For once sounds nice
The lush greenery of the trees' wavering
No life it heist

But

All this serenity
And all this merrymaking
A misfit for him
Not really his longing
For a creature thus dark
It couldn't be that plain
Saving was not to be

Her love

Would be just

A stain

Seraphim Anthology #06 - Of books and deeds

It's teachers' day again, and as usual, I made cards for all the teachers. Just to fill in a blog entry, I've decided to post the contents of the cards in here. So here you go.

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Seraphim Anthology #06 - Of Books and Deeds
A poem by Seraphim

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[on front of card, it came with a white rose]

For a pure love
The deepest sorrow
Or joyful times
That may come tomorrow

The white rose

[inside the card]

Want all that you could offer
To become one that really matters
Tree of life, bound to its roots
For one life we live, from flesh to soot
Five days a week, knowledge we seek
Sick of routine, yet everyday we meet
Seven days straight, we loaded our brains
Ate no rewards, yet sorrow and pain
Nine tails of wisdom, persistent to achieve
Tan have our skins, now reward we reap

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Familiar? Yeah, it follows the style of my previous poem. Yeah yeah, not original I know. I fell asleep before I got to prepare the cards, so I did them the morning before I went to school.

Also, each card for each teacher had some additional fun text in them. I guess you might enjoy this one more, so read on.

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[to my English/literature teacher]

"For the purpose of this essay, 'happy' will mean 'to be off one's rocker' and 'teacher' will mean 'nutter'. With respect to the above,

Happy Teachers' Day!"

[to my maths teacher]

Girls = Time x Money
Time = Money
Girls = Money x Money = Money²
Money = √Evil
Girls = (√Evil)²
Therefore: Girls = Evil

So you see, boys are bad, but girls are evil!

[to my physics teacher]

"For every deed, there will be an equal and opposite repayment."
- Newton's law of kindness

[to my geography teacher]

"Through erosional processes such as training, determination, perseverance and kindness, the stack has developed into a wonderful teacher!"

[to my social studies teacher]

"I agree to a large extent that you are a wonderful teacher. From cross-reference and my knowledge of the context, I conclude so."

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Well, my teachers' day went well. Though didn't get to see much teachers... Spent the whole day till 3 at school, sorting out the IT club's 'neoprint' service. Not bad for our first publicity stunt, made more than a hundred bucks.

Didn't get to go back to primary school though, left school late. But did manage to go see a teacher at Mac's! To those whom I met there: nice seeing you guys again! Hope we see each other again soon!

ANNOUNCEMENT
P.S. to Yuqun Pri P6 classes of 2001: Me and the teachers are probably planning a reunion after the 'O's at chalet/buffet/etc. Keep the first week of December free!!! See you there!

Seraphim Anthology #04 - Round the Clockwork

Well, I know many have been waiting for the next exposé. Sorry to disappoint but I'm going to have to halt that. Allow me to compensate for that. I realised that the Forbidden Files is not my only column, so I still have to write about other things. Besides, too many exposés will make it boring. Rest assured that the next one will be of high impact, as all my exposés are aspired to be.

I cannot promise a date for the next one, but I can say that I'm postponing the scandal to put the Adam Khoo analysis first. Hope that's good news. Meanwhile, I'm trying to find inspiration for a good story, so help me out here. I have crafted a small handiwork for your content momentarily, so enjoy!

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Seraphim Anthology #04 - Round the Clockwork
A poem by Seraphim

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[By: Seraphim]
Want freedom from this chroniker cage
To find liberation to become the sage
Tree of life the mortals endure
For the sake of living they cannot cure
Five fingers they slowly count till night
Sick of going through the everlasting fight
Seven days straight they loaded their brain
Ate no rewards drank sorrow and pain
Nine tails of wisdom they try to achieve
Tan have their skins yet more sun to grief

[By: PseudoMan / Tarzan]
Has the sun blinded their eyes?
Or is it the moon that's glazed their sight?
For the escape that they so seek
Lies not at the end of the rhythmic tick
Will they not see the trap they've made?
The orb of twelve that counts their fate
Running away from unseen hands
Will their rush lead to good ends?
The monotony of worldly beat
T'would only be silenced by ended greed

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EDITOR'S NOTE: Thanks to PseudoMan / Tarzan for contributing that last stanza. It seemed to continue mine perfectly, so I hope you don't mind me posting them together. I've credited you up there though.

Seraphim Anthologies #03 - The Battle of Life's Endeavor

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Seraphim Anthology #03 - The Battle of Life's Endeavour
A poem by Seraphim

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Onward thou shalt march to war!
To where the battle is fought on plains of white
Thou shalt scar the battlegrounds with might

Thy armor is but the plating of labor
Polished by the skills that thou now harbor
Brandish thy sword with beauty and grace
To engrave the battle on thy enemy’s face

Fear not the wrath of the tenders of the plains
O, brave wielder of the Excalibur of blue
For your mastery shalt leave their efforts in vain
And be rewarded to fight for what is true
Onward thou shalt march to war!

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Ah, my latest works, my best piece yet. For those non-literature readers, the poem's a metaphorical writing about what else? The exams. Took me a few days to get the vocabulary straight, but voila! Look at my masterpiece! Do take a closer look to try to figure out the hidden meanings.

Seraphim Anthologies #02 - The Will Denied

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Seraphim Anthology #02 - The Will Denied
A poem by Seraphim

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Why do I know, but cannot defy
Upcoming things, that pass by my eyes
The fact remains, the future unchanged
Despite the knowledge, interference caged

Why can I inflict, but nothing shatters
My wrath unleashed, the target misses
Powers I wield, nothing but futile
The threats given, found all but mild

Why can I heal, but I'm left broken
My body bruised, my soul shaken
Inside of me, the wound remains
Blood still rushing, the eternal pain

Why nature's path, it's strength unwind
The will that's pulled, still acts like vines
Within myself, the vines retangle
To bind my actions, my words mingled

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Another mix of inspiration and emotion over there. Fells much better now that it's out. Well, like I said, the feature story is based on what's on the tagboard. Since all I see is flood messages, guess what I wrote about? So, here's the second part to the story.

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#02 - The Tale of the Undecided Tales: Flooding
A fiction by Seraphim and friends

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The pit seemed endless, seemed to stretch out into the infinite abyss. Fortunately for him, the end was nearer than he thought. With a loud splash he reached the bottom of the pit. It was not a pit, but a cave. Surprisingly there was illumination that came from nowhere, making everything that was in the cave visible. The water was deep, and despite the illumination he could not tell how deep the water was. With a renewed sense of hope, he made his way to the edge of the water.

Time lost hold of him a long time ago, since he was wandering in the darkness. It did not matter as he seemed to be lingering along eternity in his lost state. But as his arms grew tired of swimming, he regained his sense of timing. No matter how long he had been swimming, the edge of the water did not come nearer. In fact, it seemed to stretch on further, even though he was moving towards the supposed 'edge'. Then he realised that it was not a current as he suspected that was pulling him, it was the water level that was rising.

Panic washed through him as he realised the threat of drowning. Then it struck him as strange that he was worrying about death. Why did it matter to him? Then he became bliss of his mortality, easing all efforts to stay afloat and allowed himself to be dragged away by the shifting waters.

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The New Lunar Rotation

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Woo hoo! Finally Heaven's Hell Grounds has reached its second full moon since it was launched during the first full moon this month. As a 'celebration', I have put up a poem and the second fiction for your amusement. Enjoy!
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Seraphim Anthologies #01 - The Pain in Fear

In the darkest lair you'll find
Things that will haunt your mind
Possess it and you'll be blind
With Fear

In your heart you only know
How you feel towards your foe
Though you hide it you'll always show
Your Anger

In desperation you will seek
The thing you'll get through meek
In times not strong but you are weak
Shall Hope

When others get it you always cherish
The thing upon them that you unleash
Despite all warnings you stubbornly wish
For Suffering

Your emotions betray while you are unknowing
Attending to those you think you're consoling
Realise this for you must be preparing
With fear your anger shall hope for suffering

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Gilded Grimoire #01 - Realising the Escapade - Hopelessness
A fiction by Seraphim

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Alas, I felt hopeless.

There was nothing I could do. Through my eyes blurry with tears I had to stare into her face, unable to do anything about it. In my arms I held my one true manifestation of adoration, the only one that makes me complete. In all her glory she was but helpless to fight the end that she faced. Despite my vast knowledge of things I knew nothing of the reversal of a Nosferatu bite, the only reason being that there was no way of healing the wounds that those vampiric creatures inflict. In my helplessness I only found regret to comfort me, of my chance to avoid all of this from coming to past.

I knew that she should have never known. Known about all the dangers in my life. Known about what I face everyday. Known that she could be in danger because of what I am. Because I am an Elite Mage. But my heart finally found its weakness, allowing honesty to leak in times when it was not meant to be. Since it came to her knowledge of my true nature, it came to others the existence of my heart's weakness. That was the danger that I should never have allowed her to face, even if it means to not know her at all, to at least keep her safe. Now that it has been done, the consequences caught up with me.

Of all my abilities I could not find within myself the ability to restore her. Deep inside me I acknowledge the hope of my capability to just that, but I knew not the key to ignite it. I felt so helpless! To know that I could save her but not know how! What was it that could save her? I begged for enlightenment but none came. Life seeped out of her as time passed by. Her time was running short and I was still pondering on her restoration.

Though the bite of the Nosferatu was irreversible, there was still a way to restore her full self. I had to seek within me the spark that would ignite the flame of healing that I possessed. Long have I used the burning power of hatred till all else of good perished, except the dangerous love between her and me. Despite my efforts I could not achieve what I wanted. Her end was almost there.

I felt it in my very soul. Her life was being dragged out of her. At that moment, I genuinely cried. Tears rolled down my battered face as it washed down the layers of hatred that I always experienced. Never before have I felt the cleansing of vengeance out of me. The feeling was... purifying. Through my deepest depression it finally pushed itself out. I felt true love.

True love that has always been hidden beneath the shroud of evil. True love that was unlike the forbidden love I shared. True love for her. True love that ignited the flame in me. In her final moments my hand glowed silver with the healing flame. It spread from my hands to across her body, engulfing her in an inferno of healing energy. With my mind I reached out through the Earth for all the love that existed and channeled it into her. The bite marks on her neck closed along with her regenerating body. Her body was restored but I could only hope for the same with her soul. As the flame died down with the completion of her restoration, I could only hope for her survival.

There was nothing but satisfaction after that experience. I finally found the key to unlock the goodness in me: love. Though it could have cost her life, it was nonetheless something of great value that I gained. As I confidently waited for her to hopefully stir again, I reflected on the events that passed. For all I know it could be a brighter beginning to another chapter in my life. But there I was still waiting. Nothing else that I could do at that moment other than to wait, and hope...


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Well, that was my attempt to portray hopelessness. Frankly, I think I suck at writing about human sentimentality. Perhaps I should stick to more gruesome topics next time, since it also appeals to others the idea of sadistic fiction. So folks, what do you think? Comment on the board please!