Poetry Love, Angelology, Dreams and Spontaneous Poems

[Faynorae]

Dreaming of waking up

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Every day is a new dream,
please do not wake up
every time a person wakes up,
they go far away, far away
forever.

Sometimes I wonder if that
is even the truth. I want to
wake up and prove everyone
wrong.

but my brain knows better
and my heart stays beating
yet

every day I feel more awake
I am scared of waking up, but
every dreamer fears waking up

The sky is blue, that I see;
Even when I wake up,
one day,

the sky will stay blue.
Millions of dreamers will still dream
and the world will continue to move

And,
I guess,
that...
that's okay?
Brains are not made for
thinking about waking up

Days are too short to think about waking up.

 

[Faynorae]

Drown, Forsake, Discard Me

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... People are awful.
I am afraid of people,
they are worlds;
that are beyond me.
So throw me away
into the ocean;
for I cannot swim.

Let me sink deep down into the sea's bed
Let me steep within the sea's salts.

Let my skin wrinkle and tear off my body
Let my sinew feed fish and the life anew
Let my eyes be pearls, rotting on the sea's sole
Let my soul rise, to the ocean's surface
and become seafoam.

And then my heart,
let the love bleed out
like a scarlet's song
singing soundlessly
without any listeners
as the north winds
brush him off the branch
he perched delicately upon.

let it all bleed away into the ocean,
tainting it,
then nothing.

Love I could never give
to my mother,
to my brother
and to my lover
who I'd yet know.

For Venus is selfish and cruel
and long forsook herself, love
and discarded it
somewhere
in the ocean.

 

[Faynorae]

The Fey and The Beautiful Man, Act 1 – Scene 1

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ACT I
SCENE I – Lavender Forest. Lake in a clearing.
Enter NARRATOR, aside
NARRATOR

Long, long, long, long before your time, stood
A gorgeous, grand forest of lofty lavender trees
nurtured and attended to by a fey, who was an
embodiment of all streams, trees and flowers
Of her forest.​

Enter the FEY
NARRATOR

Lithe like the stem of a little anemone,
The FEY swayed with each step she took
Eternally, she attended to the animals and flowers
Of her dear lavender forest, so too was it eternal
Every single day was the same for the fey,
For she only attended to the flowers and animals
With only the company of the pale white roses

Yet, never ever had she ever felt loneliness,
For it was yet that she ever knew loneliness
Yet her thoughtless days would all be disturbed
For the beautiful song of a beautiful man​

Enter ADONIS, sat by the lake. The FEY hides behind briar.
ADONIS

O, lavender lavender—lavender trees
O, lavender lavender—surrounds me
From hither and thither, all around me
Beneath the eventide azure o'er thee
Particoat 'ere, horizons in lavender trees...​

ADONIS stands, looking around.
ADONIS

Oh?
It seems to me, that more than an audience of fish
Listen 'ere, with ear; to my small impromptu solo.​

The FEY steps back. ADONIS bows dramatically.
ADONIS

Good eve' fair feather'd fellows
who walk upon the winds' roads...​

NARRATOR

To the birds he bowed, and the FEY stared bemused,
After all, no bird dare perch upon the branches in her forest
For aspis' were quite abundantly masked within the lavender.
Yet either to his song, or mayhaps, more so his beauty
Was what made them ignorant of their own safety

Yes, for even the FEY was taken aback by the man's visage
The white roses of this forest seemed to blush pink
In the beautiful man's presence—beneath the evening sky
VENUS, beauty herself, was a splotch of white ink
In her comparably only pretty time of day.​

ADONIS

To meet such fine friends fair in feather
On such an occasion, beneath this weather!
O, but fie, for ye came at a time so plight
For ye may very well go 'ready take flight
For I've sung my song, so I must be away
To dearest home, while 'tis still bright day.

So fare thee well, fair feathered friends
Fare thee well!​

NARRATOR

So the man indeed did turn away,
As slight behind the rosied roses' briar
Silent was the white blushed FEY;
yet her lavender forest so did desire
And long for that man who
so faraway dares to sway

With a mind of its own, to the FEY's dismay;
The lavender wood did pull prone the man
With its supple roots beneath his feet.​

ADONIS falls. The roots pull him toward the lake. Like a passing breeze and without a mere thought, the FEY winds toward ADONIS and holds him with her arms.
ADONIS

(Stutter) You are...!​

NARRATOR

The FEY drank in the man's ineffably brilliant visage,
For she was now close, and closely held him in her arms.
The man knew that she was inhuman, awe graced his eyes;
The FEY saw this, and yet a violent throb plagued her chest
As she so violently shoved the man to the grass—​

The FEY runs offstage.
ADONIS

Please,
Wait!​

End SCENE I.

 

[Faynorae]

The Fey and The Beautiful Man, Act 1 – Scene 2

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ACT I
SCENE II – Lavender Forest. Grove of a Thousand Roses.
Enter the FEY, running before falling centre stage.
NARRATOR

Fleet of foot; the FEY ran, steps only scarcely grazing grass
As she befell in a grove of pearlesce briar and roses;
Under the e'en sky, VENUS peered through indigo leaves.

The ROSES rose their heads, as the FEY lowered hers.​

FEY

(Soft Heaving)
I- My chest...
What – Huh?!​

The FEY covers her mouth. The ROSES perk up.
NARRATOR

For how long had it been that the FEY spoke not?
Never had she a reason to, and yet;

How they longed, the residents of these woods
How they longed to hear their matron's voice
Which was quiet as a needle being dropped.​

FEY

For what art this? Warmth of mine
Heat, A throb – plague.
I know nought,​

ROSETTE

O, our sylvestris! Is aught awry?​

NARRATOR

A small, single and pale rose; rose their head of pale petals.
Only fey cared to hear the quiet voices of CHLORIS' children.
The language of flowers is like love in a mist, devil in a bush
For humans to comprehend; So they simply heard them not.

The FEY turned to glance at the little pale rose.​

FEY

Awry art what one
Would call mine heart
For it burns and beats...​

ROSETTE

O, our sylvestris, more excellent than any fragaria
O, our sylvestris, more pure than any white lily
O, our sylvestris, in your chest has blossomed
the first ever lilacs to blossom in a FEY's chest.

O, our sylvestris, you are in love!​

FEY

... Love? That of the Lady VENUS?
Fie! Nay, I say! You lie, you fiend.
One can love not a man accursèd
by most cumbersome mortality!
Not heart nor soul nor thought
Nor aught; art I to have!

If I were ever ought to love such,
I shall bear witness he grow old
and haggard 'fore he would die.
Then, I would grieve eternally.​

ROSETTE

O, our sylvestris, then become human, a mortal!​

FEY

Be... Become human?
How shall I be that?
How can I be aught but a fey?​

ROSETTE

O, our sylvestris, I know not. For I am but a rose.
Yet, if you, our sylvestris, wish truly to be a mortal creature,
Then ask the wise and wretched black asp.

Our sylvestris must know where he lay;
In the shallow waters of what is to us a sea.
For he is always in search of "home,"
Such that he has met many places.​

FEY

one sees, then yon one must be.
Fare thee well, little pale rose.​

Exit the FEY, as the ROSETTE lowers its head.
NARRATOR

Lightly, lifted the FEY her body
to then disappear into the lavender briar of the white roses.
In search of the pitiful black snake who lay in shallow stream.
Yet, as a FEY it would not be long until she would find the ASP,

For all descent of her lavender wood,
would bear a beating heart she hears.​

End SCENE II.

 

[Faynorae]

The Fey and The Beautiful Man, Act 1 – Scene 3

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ACT I
SCENE III – Lavender Forest. Shallow Stream of Solemn Serpent.
Enter the FEY, stepping into the water
ASPIS

Wherefore come thee hither?​

NARRATOR

Were the words so slightly spoken by the silveresce serpent
Who slithered hither on the stone which the FEY approached
Like a long and white weathered vine intertwining a boulder
As he would then outstretch his neck to snarl at she, the FEY

Yet what the ASP meant was not to snarl,
For it was just how he was born to look.​

ASPIS

Wherefore hath a immortal like thee
Aught reason to come hither to me?​

FEY

One needs thee.​

ASPIS

P- Pardon?​

NARRATOR

Moonstruck was the poor ASP, as it receded unto its rock
The FEY, unfazed, took a step forward to the ASP.​

FEY

Thou art privy to place a many,
One must become a mortal maiden
To capture the heart of a mortal man.​

ASPIS

Ah. I see.

I know true of where and what
Thou art in need of, yet
I would thee give me a thing.​

NARRATOR

The FEY stopped, for again she was bemused
For never had it occurred that aught asked her
To offer aught to them, for she was their matron
For they lived within her, the Lavender Forest.​

FEY

What, in all this mere realm,
Could one possibly give thee
Which one had not given 'fore?​

ASPIS

Nay, this mere wood of lavender trees
Is but a minute portion of the realm.

And what I long for is kind fellowship.
Could you give to me a friend?​

FEY

One knows nought,
For one knows not
What is a friend.​

ASPIS

A friend is good company.
You can fight with them
They can fight with you
Yet come wind or storm,
You both will apologise.

For a friend will ease the
Loneliness in our hearts.​

The FEY sits down, next to the ASPIS.
FEY

What is 'loneliness'?
Why must it be eased?​

ASPIS

Strange.

For long had I believed a immortal creature
Is punished to eternally know loneliness.
Yet, here art thee asking what loneliness is.

I am envious, for I do loathe to be lonely.
For loneliness is longing for empathy
For someone to share your mind with
If only just a little bit of your mind.

I want for a like mind, yet I am to be feared.
I am an asp, a wretched creature, a plague.
I once tried to aid a hareling from drowning

But,

The thorns of my maw pierced his stomach
Leaving but a cold, still and empty body
I could not bear the mother hare's tears
So I disappeared into the lavender trees.

But the mother hare screamed and cursed;
"Aid not; thou art a foul and wretched snake
Thou wilt bring forth only death in thine wake!"​

FEY

One will be your friend.​

ASPIS

... Is that true?​

FEY

Ay, I am.​

ASPIS

...
Oh.​

Narrator

Silently both stayed still, the wind galed past them in gusts
The FEY's pearlesce hair fluttered, flowing with the stream.
Passed by, the winds danced and sang their songs silently
The globe amaranths swayed by the edge near the spring.
Blooming in the passing and soundless moments.​

FEY

How will one—​

ASPIS

Quiet, friend.
Let me cherish these moments.
For thou shall leave me so.​

FEY

One will return.​

ASPIS

When?​

FEY

In time.​

ASPIS

...
I will wait here, right here.
I will not move until you come back.

Thou must go to the WITCH of wishes
Deep and then deeper where 'tis dark.
Thou wilt know, for this is thy soul.​

The FEY stands, turning to the ASPIS
FEY

One's grace art thou's, one must be yon.
Fare thee well, fair friend.​

Exit the FEY.

End SCENE III.

 

[Faynorae]

Overture: Blood Born Blossoms
^{T/W: Self-Mutilation}

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It began in the bathtub.
With the silver industrial knife.
Filligree along its handle
depicting vines and flowers.
I clutched it in my hands.
I am an architect; a designer.

I brocaded latticework
along the length of my wrists.
Love lies bleeding; roses blossom.
Like pearls, blood drops crest the clear water,

The red splatter was like a rose
suddenly coming into full bloom
before coalescing into the water.
A ripple, the only proof of its existence

Then nothing but the wine stain
bleeding into the water's surface,
the scent of iron and fragrant soap
and the wrists from which it drips.

 

[Faynorae]

Come again, Spring

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Spring comes again, I'm feeling high,
and even the daisies seem to smile at me.

The flowers, the weekend, my birthday;
Strawberry rain and cotton candy clouds.
The memories of lilacs seem to blur
as my heart beats to the singing of the birds.

The sunshine, the moonglow, the starlight;
Sherbet skies full of honeydew and kisses.
I'll paint the single black rose in my garden
with the crimson colour of my bleeding heart.

So that I can fool myself into believing
that I can ever fall in love again.