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Crowned with chaos by DamaiMikaz

I recently started watching the anime Toaru Majustsu no Index again, just reading level 0 and "Godmode" made me excited. Regardless of ...

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Ears deaf to music
Bathe in blue lights
As if in a lukewarm river
Only hearing the thoughts of the musician

Pounding the sound barrier
Two snakes binding into a pair
Their venomous glands combine
Mixing new saliva to be injected

Breaking the stream of illuminations
Cavitation of bubbles
Form all around each being
The snake spear delivers

Fangs of water jetting
Piercing into the lively
With a sting commanded
To find the cancer they seek

That will provide feedback
From the heart full of relief
Of desired wavelengths
Overlaying like a strange ray

Colored of emotions fluttering
Dragonflies out of molts
To the healer from the audience
Like a meal with only drinks

Pouring into open mouths
Precious to the thirst
Fusing into charms
Felt across the atmosphere

Lights in the room weakening
Then in comes the spotlight
Taking charge of the spectacle
As if directed by God himself

Currency and gifts lain
On the stage offerings
In return for such
A delightful melodious refresher

An expression from the heavens
Musing to all the needy
The player was really a beggar
That begged for a miracle in life
The Snake Charmer (2014)
Fixed Edit 11/20/14 of The Snake Charmer by HanOneSail
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Sometimes I wish I lived in a glass room.
Soundproof inside and outside.
Each panel a different color and shade.
The walls transparent then darker across until opaque.
A ceiling different than the sides,
All sight from within appears monochrome.

If you could imagine any of that, then I'd gladly welcome you in.
Looking up I can know of a sky that is mine.
Waking and sleeping to a unique morning, midnight, sun and moon.
Gazing within this peace loosens the noose etched around my brain.
Despite any piece of decline I taste, this place is a safeguard to cherish.
Hope and faith becoming enough, compared to any vice.

Life In silence unfolds for the wary.
Will I always seek refuge in this lonesome cradle?
What is it that keeps me motivated to stay here?
Was it the isolation to see what makes a man into a beast?
Why does the room clear up as soon as the dream completes?
Well the story up until now, these silent walls reflect it well.

If you could imagine...no.
If you wish to join, I'd be thrilled to let you in.
Just promise me you won't speak for a second.
I want to cherish the moment I finally find someone,
To share this cruel world with,
Experiencing its beautiful solace.
Silent Walls of a Glass Room
Started this the night before on line paper, thought I should do that more often instead of turning on the computer.
Finished it up tonight while thinking it over throughout the day unconsciously and consciously.

Around the last finishes to it was listening to this song.
Pretty amazing artist, helps my insomnia, I have to wake up in 6 hours anyways.

Least its 2 hours more sleep than yesterday. Oh and of course this is another Nightly Dribble, I wonder if I should make a folder for these.

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Sometimes I wish I lived in a glass room.
Soundproof inside and outside.
Each panel a different color and shade.
The walls each transparent then darker across until opaque.
A ceiling different than the sides, all sight from which appears monochrome.

If you could imagine any of that, then I'd gladly welcome you in.
Looking up I can know of a sky that is mine.
Waking and sleeping to a unique morning, midnight, sun and moon.
Gazing within this peace loosens the noose etched around my brain.
Despite any piece of decline I taste, this place is a safeguard to maintain.

Some have said it's my lifestyle I go through.
Others have told me it's the drugs I've sought for as I withdrew.
Deep within my soul I know the real reason is more than overdue.
Prayers to God, like wishes never to be told out of the blue.
Most might just laugh in disbelief, but I do my best to stay true.

Even if in the worst of times I no longer care,
Neither wish to believe or hold regard to it; I at least continue at this pace.
I at best have known of and seen of, my spirituality's face.
It fogs up the reflections around me and warms this private space.
Hope and faith becoming enough, compared to any vice.

Will I always seek refuge in this lonesome cradle?
What is it that keeps me motivated to stay here?
Was it the isolation to see what makes a man into a beast?
Why does the room clear up as soon as the dream completes?
Well the story up until now, these silent walls reflect it well.

If you could imagine...no.
If you wish to come in, I'd be thrilled to let you in.
Just promise me you won't speak for a second.
I want to cherish the moment I finally find someone,
To share this cruel world with and to experience its beautiful solace.
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Let me sulk in my own, for another,
Ten minutes or so will seal the deal.

It isn't like I'm worth much to anyone else.
I'm not close to the average and I'll never want to be.
Then that's the moment I stub my toe.

It hurts quite a bit.
So much that I'm shedding a quiet tear,
Yet I got to yell to myself,
It feels great!

Greeted by the cold air,
Falling out of bed;
Makes for a wonderful start.

Looking for the restroom,
Even though I know where it is.

I don't bother for a reflection anymore.
There isn't anyone I'd want to see.
Turn the knob and cool down further
With icy water reminding me that it's winter.

Everything else after that is hazy,
It also doesn't matter, I don't mean to be gloomy.
Time after time it's all just a pattern to keep continuing.

Even if the world no longer means anything.
Developing the inability to reciprocate affection back to others.
Finding waking up and sleeping just as plainness to breathing.

Life is simple and death is ample.
In the many lifetimes and dimensions shared this seems absolute.
Whatever that means to you, I don't need to know.

Since I made a promise to someone important long ago,
That I'll see this star shoot,
Crash, soar, wished upon, I don't care.
As long as I make it through.

The vital child locked deep inside,
Sleeps half anticipating and waiting for that day or night.
So until then I'll just hold the role of Peter.
Keeping close to the saints and wise men.

When it finally happens I can laugh against the silent century.
I'll just keep dreaming until it ends and wake up seeing it become a reality...
That's what I'll tell myself, as people see me leave the world.
Then the life I held so dearly would hopefully keep me the same.

A reincarnation of some sort that revolves around a single soul to the many empty.
Until no more and joining the rest,
Some other talent walks the cast and a new main character charms this eternal play.
Critics will rave it as a celestial phenomenon and that's all folks.

However tonight my dear youth,
Opened his eyes to the lunar white.
That seeped through the grape vine wood beams.
The little one did the same, as shadows lay so tenderly on my conscious.
Shadows Lay So
No real rhyme, however the title does play on with a certain character of my novel.
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Being so open takes a humble amount of pride.
Accepting your wrongful senses and leaving dreams;
To enter reality itself aided by fantasy
Nurtured with love and painted well in raging passions.
An Artist In The World
After a year or so, here is a new thought.
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Maybe we need to shake some reality,
Let go a bit in order to determine one's dimensionality;
The inner recesses and outer degrees that keep us at bay.
Bonding it all together before everything just falls apart in a day.

Zero Means Not To Exist

Once you realize how much talent everyone possesses,
It's hard to let those so close never be so.
Varying artistic standards that meet us all, predisposed messages.
So quickly would they each be seen and soon faintly forgotten ago.

And after the hours trickle down,
I'm left awake wondering if you're still around.
The heaviest moonlight I've ever seen is sown.
Into my eyes stitching vibrant colors in a full surround.

Perceive my message to the lords of the realm as you will;
However I must do as I was sent to since birth.
Destined as a child born out of the ill,
Learn my name well and forever be brought forth.

The presence that hangs vividly,
Controlling the leaves and pushing the river streams,
It is all from my existence summoned fluidly.
There aren't any reasons to deny against my dreams.

Captured and let loose into this destiny.
Roaming through the lands leaving fields of fire.
Returning home to a lost land torn by ascendency.
Set aflame on a candle burning just to stay alive.

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One Sail stands for my Chinese name given to me by my parents. Yi Fan. I am not very legible in reading or writing the mandarin dialect. I am American Taiwanese, I write poetry and stories. At times I do photography, however nothing that professional. I plan on finishing my first novel of my series called Shadows of God within my spare time.

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I'll just keep dreaming until it ends and wake up seeing it become a reality...


I believe through poetry. People can connect and are able to break barriers of all sorts.

I feel that poetry helps most people throughout history to live through the times. Rough or not poetry is the root of many other art forms.

Whether the person is a poet or not.
They can always benefit somehow by writing poetry for their own sake as well.

As an artist I try to work towards a better tomorrow.
A better future for the mankind of the present time.
The total existence of the world.
So that what I do as a artist will help inspire people to do what they think they must do to help the world or to just enjoy it.

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My contact email is kamodoboi@yahoo.com
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College Begins With Courses...

Journal Entry: Tue Aug 26, 2014, 8:08 PM


I started going back to school back in spring of 2014. Classes started for my second semester this week, and I got to say I have been excited and it was well worth the wait.
The classes I enrolled into are Introduction to the Novel, Approaches to Literature and Japanese 101.

The two literature classes are definitely ones that will mature myself as a writer towards the path I want to. Also the teacher I got is the same and one is on campus while the latter is online.
As for my Japanese course I want to explore the culture and discover more about the relations with Chinese language since they do use the same Kanji in old times regardless of their meanings.
Also it would be nice to watch anime without the need of translations and subtitles.

Coming towards the end of this month I think my writing has really improved from taking Theatre Arts Appreciation and Cinema as Literature. Even the Administrative Justice class that I took together with those two in spring provided enough logic and reasoning that I lacked.

My grammar has fixed up to be at least even to what it was before I went on my senior year back in high school which tanked badly, which is good.
A lot of my creativity I lost during working part-time has crawled back in since I started school this year.
All these improvements are keeping me even more stable and confident that I can continue following my passions and dreams of becoming a better writer and an artist than I could ever expect to be.

I'll be having to read a good amount of novels I've never read, before the year ends:

- Paredes. George Washington Gomez
- Dreiser. Sister Carrie
- Jackson. The Haunting of Hill House
- Morrison. Paradise
- Duff. Once Were Warriors

I'm particularly interested in the last two and I have to do a cultural comparison of the first four listed to the last one, Once Were Warriors which is a New Zealand book.

That is really all that has happened so far that I wanted to mention and this semester is ideally the most important one to my novel writing skills.

Lastly I did a quick count up on how many poems I’ve written over the years, especially cause of the courses I got this semester.

35 love poems, 23 motivational, 15 miscellaneous, 30 unlisted, 6 dark tones, 9 related to my series shadows of god, 20 never submitted online that are ideally to be used for my first book. Lastly about 10 scrap poems across text pads and on my phone notepad that could just use fixing up and time.

Total: 148 poems

Then I got 22 four liners, one stanza poems; making the grand total 170 poems.

Time to write more, and hopefully get a book published soon before 2015 summer.

  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: The night
  • Reading: My poems
  • Watching: the Clock
  • Playing: Home work assignments.
  • Eating: Homemade curry chicken
  • Drinking: Water

A fun question relative to my novel/series "Shadows of God". Which Element do you wish to be blessed by? 

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thanks for the faves man
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No problem man.
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Thanks for the watch!
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No problem, I either found you on tumblr or was amazed by your sketches a while ago. :D
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yaminohikari Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I'm so flattered even though I don't update a lot on here! Some of the stuff is embarrassing! >.<
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Haha no problem, it happens.
Take pride in thy art! :D
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Thank you for watching me! :la:
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no problem.
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*thanks for the watch, I mean. :p
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