Me? Nephrite. aka Jade. Stone, first and foremost. Being human comes later. Nah. I'm just kidding. Film fanatic. Lit Major. Loves books (DUH). Dragon baby. Don't watch much TV. I want to live like its the last moon rising and scream, just like no one's there. Here, I might lose all of my control. Don't blame me later if you don't wanna heed my warning. sometimes I say things that don't come out right but its all in the heat of the moment. It's not too late for you to turn back now. In these Invisible Cities I will build by myself, I hope you will enjoy yourself. The city will be made of green and black. There will be no bed of roses, but a crown of thorns. There will be wilted red roses and drooping stalks of violets. There will be rainbows, but with no pots of gold. There will be more rain than sun, more tears than smiles. What? Did you think this was some kind of fairytale? Baby, wake up and smell the flowers. There are none. Where did the flowers go? I don't know. And then you will see the world through my eyes.






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languishing in languidity
Monday, June 25, 2007
Nephrite at 4:29:00 PM



ok. i dont think there's a such a word as 'languidity'
but i like the sound of it.
haha.
i think i've figured out why i like L's character from Death Note.
its cux he's so languid.
the way he behaves and moves.
he has no sense of time whatsoever.
i think that's the best thing.
elastic time.
that was so random.


here's a little something.
had a sudden inspiration.


the nightingale sings
waiting for the night to bring
the moonlight to keep her company
perched atop a birch's branch
singing as she enchants
all who hear are trapped
as though everything else is wrapped
the tune fills the air with breath
suggesting there is yet hope
but then she stops her tune
and all they feel is doom.


here's another.

a little pain is always present
whenever there's gain to gain
but what ever will happen
if one feels it again and yet again?
a willing stab to the heart
a shocking jolt from the start
the beating of that empty heart
sweet sorrow fill it up.


another one...
third time running. i have no idea where its coming from.

stake me out
i'll bring you down
hang me up
and i'll knock you out
tell the truth and you're in
i won't care if you sin
but if you lie
you'll be the fall guy
i'll keep this short
i'll make it sweet
mess with me
and you're dead meat.



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