My writings... poems... whatever.

Please care to comment somewhere I can read it. By the way not all of these have any real names or anything. (the newest ones are the last in the list)

The tear in the river (the first one I submitted)

Something about gold

The Swan

Something about the existence

Shulgie is a poser (Oh, the rain)

The Mist

The Uprising of Hell

Path of the past

The Sound Of A Something

The Kind-Hearted Tree

Dark Tunnel

Until spring returns

A study of Death

I saw a swan today and made up this poem.

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Swan, you fly in the Heart of Winter

As white as the Snow you soar above
Swan, you fly in the Heart of Winter
Your Neck is held high, you bird of Love
Swan, you are in the Heart a splinter

...you see...

You remind me of the warmth of Sun
You remind me of the Summer and Spring
To laugh in the river that in the Forest run
You make me long for the Beauty they bring

...but...

Swan, the Sun is shining on your Wing
The clear white, glistening Snow is beautiful too
Swan, you soar in the yearning of Spring
and I know
Hope of Summer came with you

Swan! In my Heart, is where you flew.

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In the winter, with the frozen ground and thick snow that makes it hard for small birds to find food, we have the habit or tradition of feeding the birds sunflower seeds.

Apparently, not only the birds like those seeds. Today, when I went out to refill for them, I found the tracks and, hm, "presents" of some roe deer. I'm not sure how many, but probably two or three deer had been there some time between last evening and this morning.

Another person also had roe deer in their garden recently, feeding on sunflower seeds meant for the birds. I saw it in today's local newspaper (well, yes, this is a very small society). The person had also managed taking some really cute photographs on that roe deer, when it fed on the seeds and also when it actually slept in the garden.

I got so excited when I too found that a deer had been in my garden! Sunflower seeds seem to be very popular.

What trace of your existence
have you left for the world to see?
If only a thin essence
of something you could be

A proof that you were here
the imprint of a bare foot
A something to show who you were
that you were not a plant without root

Is it meant to be
is it meant to stay
or shall it, like a tree
slowly rot away?

by Shulgalaj

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I just got myself another deer character... couldn't resist. I just really really felt like making someone really really evil and dark.

SO! I call her Sauronien, which means "The daughter of Sauron" in Elvish... yes I am a LOTR-geek... ... xD

Now I'll start building her bio emmediately! I know a normal person would update the old ones first...

What will you be
when all is gone
when will you see
what you have done

She was trapped in a cage of gold
Precious and cold, now she is old
She was lured into a sea
Of despair yet treasury

What will you be
when all is gone
when will you see
what you have done

A river of tears at first she cried
When he died, but cheeks dried
All that's left is misery
Silent mourning bitterly

What will you be
when all is gone
when will you see
what you have done

This is what is left for you
Useless gold and nothing to do
About the fear that's gripped your heart
That's eating you and tear you apart

What will you be
when all is gone
Now will you see
what you have done?


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*blush*

Well, I realized (zomg why didn't I before?) that I could post poems I've written here... so here I go! (I thought it would fit to start up with a love poem, since it was you-know-what-day yesterday)

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The Tear In The River

I am waiting for you to come here
And I am afraid I have lost you forever
Will you ever return to me?
I am hoping, I endure
I trust in you...
My love.

I am bound to you in love and fear
The passion we had was like a fever
Was that what you did really feel
I will wait a little more
Because I trust in you...
My love.

When I cried, in the river fell a tear
May it tell you of my pain severe
And I spoke to you in the breeze
May the wind let you know
What never rusts and is always new
My love...
My love for you...
My love.

~ Katrina Tapio 2010

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If you are sensitive, hate Satan or can't stand violent doodles, don't look at this thing. xD