dark whispers

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Things that touch these scars…..

Just finished Claymore, added to my list of favorite anime series.

Plot Summary: In a world rife with deadly creatures called “youma”, a young silver eyed woman, Clare, works on behalf of an organisation that trains female youma halfbreeds into warriors with the ability to destroy these creatures. Considered a rogue for picking up a stray child & almost losing herself to her youma side by “Awakening”, she is constantly assigned rather dangerous missions…

The story becomes a tale of revenge, as Clare seeks to confront someone from her past.

I don’t watch dubbed anime. It spoils everything.

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quotes from the series:

“From the moment I first saw you, you’ve looked so sad. Your face shows so much pain. Your eyes were like mine. They looked so sad, so hurt, so lonely… as if you couldn’t stand it.”

“The weak always cling to words, and those with power die for those without it. “

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credits: animenewsnetwork.com, animeimmortal

• Mood/Mindframe:-
• Music: -

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   ~Ceirel

Dicen que los domingos solo te llaman los que te quieren

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Random things that break the silence:

   

When something is seen that reinforces all beliefs held, it comforts…that knowledge. Then later on the realization that the sentiments reaffirmed made me feel helpless….left me more hollow and wanting.

The sadness never ends

bits and pieces:
There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won’t, and that’s the wife who can’t cook and will – Robert Frost

• Mood/Mindframe:melancholic
• Music: the PC humming

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   ~Dark Raivenn~

Oh Poop Already!

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I am still on the process of toilet training my two cats (no I haven’t lost my mind yet) 

so this was a welcome relief about how things are viewed from their furry point of view

bits and pieces:
Any man today who returns from work, sinks into a chair and calls for a his pipe is a man with an appetite for danger. -Bill Cosby

• Mood/Mindframe:
• Music: nada

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~Dark Raivenn~

Looking back at a prickly cactus

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Life with Chaos:

      (while driving and DR’s babble constitutes as the background noise in this scenario)

Chaos: hmm my wife is a cactus

DR:  blah blah blah huh? why am I a cactus?

Chaos: because you are wrinkly and prickly? *grins*

DR: *dark gloomy face with ominous thunderclouds starting to form around her*

          Well! Why in the world are you taking care of a cactus then? Who told you to keep a cactus?!

Chaos: because it is always constant and never changes. That and sometimes it blooms for you.

DR: 

bits and pieces:
In all the wedding cakes, hope is the sweetest of plums -Douglas Jerrold

• Mood/Mindframe:morose
• Music: Sia – Breathe Me

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~Dark Raivenn~

The sonar tolls

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Random things that caught my interest.

       At first it is quite confusing, my logical mind try to grasps and make sense out of it. Compute the numbers or solve a pattern of sorts. Then I slowly gave up and just sat back and enjoy. That is when it hit me, a sense of wonder and a bit of awe. Just when I had learnt to enjoy it all …it ends. Like all things. It did however left me inspired. Thank you!

bits and pieces:
You must come to our house next time. Absolute peace. Neither of us ever says a word to each other.That’s the secret of a successful union. -Alan Ayckbourn

credits:
youtube.com ;Toño Lui

• Mood/Mindframe: blank
• Music:the sonar video  just found

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~Dark Raivenn~

mirrors

 

…I can’t feel anything…

I woke up wanting to bleed me dry, bash my skull to some

invisible wall of waking, of wanting… anything.

…I taste my tongue.

I can’t wake me.

It’s gone… my soul.

Dispirited…

I seem absent.

There is nothing there…

You’re probably seeing right thru me…

…Till I hurt you?

…till I hurt you…?

 

~Circeris

(from journal entry 4-11)

Hell…is right here
In my soul.
Wanting, craving, longing for more…

Cannot be pacified,
My cries echo a thousand voices,
writhing, moaning, screaming, screeching,
humming, shrieking, growling, whispering,
whistling, hushing, rushing, singing,
chanting, drilling, seething,
crawling, laughing, breathing…
growing louder, and softer,
and louder, coming
in and out of my heart…

I’m plagued forever, needing…

Not wanting to be freed…

Continue reading

–My graveyard of thoughts

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Ramblings

        I am still around just caught up in wandering through the graveyard of my memories calling for Ophelia forever floating down a river. She who is surrounded by flowers, oh so beautiful and oh so dead.

bits and pieces:
to be added

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~Dark Raivenn~

 

–Breathe me

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Ramblings

          Sometimes when I stumble upon old shadows, fragments of what once was… somehow comforts and brings inner stillness. But it never lingers, it never does, it never will.It is afterall just faded mementos of a time long gone. Then silence sinks its claws deeper, managing to draw blood from what I thought was already a husk. Leaving me more wretched than before. Leaving me….

LYRICS:
Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there’s no-one else to blameBe my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I’m needy
Warm me up
And breathe meOuch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I’ve lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I’m needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I’m needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

bits and pieces:
to be added

credits:
Sia
youtube

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~Dark Raivenn~

 

Libera Me

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Ramblings…

          There are so few things in the world that nourishes that inner loneliness. When found, these things are too few and too far in between. The things I seek has faded long ago and I have been washed away by the tides of time. What is left is a semblance of an empty shell of what once was. Though years have passed, I am still mourning me.

• Mood/Mindframe: mopey and morose
• Music: Libera me

bits and pieces:
fish don’t drink

credits:
黒執事, Kuroshitsuji

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~Dark Raivenn~