Tumnaloth

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Once by Tumnaloth, literature

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Once

I had words before half-whispered incantations of images and emotions sometimes lithe sometimes heavy with metaphor I had a voice admittedly quiet and rarely raised to more than a timid murmur and so seldom in song But it was mine and it echoed from the heart I had dreams once fragile castles in the air for the wind to wander through for the sun to dissipate Where are they now? My words halt at the brink of my mind my voice dies before it leaves the lips and my dreams are layered with cobwebs and dust

Tide by Tumnaloth, literature

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Walking Homeward by Tumnaloth, literature

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Walking Homeward

Jealous skies that pelt me as if to wash away the touch the places where fingertips and lips lingered Nosy passerbys gazing intently into my eyes and the Mona Lisa curve of the lips that touched another's They cannot see the hours before and turn away amused or unimpressed And still my feet are carrying me homeward through this March rainfall in the hours that are neither night nor yet morning but forever hovering in between I will leave my memory in this place along with you

Scars Still Hurt by Tumnaloth, literature

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Scars Still Hurt

Though the pain is now less it is there every day long into the night and dreams The pulsing ache I could endure with gritted teeth - but the ghosts that gather haunting reminding so vividly How can I escape them? Sometimes I swear I could touch the images speak to them the words that would have been necessary to say to right what went wrong "I do love you... and I equally do love him. Forgive me." "I did not withdraw because I no longer loved. I withdrew because I was afraid that you would walk away one fine day and buried it in silence knowing you could not understand my fear. I was right." "I forgiv

Hands - Innuendo by Tumnaloth, literature

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Hands - Innuendo

My hands were cool once Serpentine sleek casing for cold-tinted veins running amok twining pathways for self-deception and self-loathing Taloned fingers slender and tapering into instruments of envy or of defense My hands are still cool resting unclenched in my lap Inert and heavy with regret that they never soothed a brow to smooth it devoid of care That they never cupped a heart to protect it So much has changed and so much has been overcome My hands remain cool

Amends made too late by Tumnaloth, literature

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Amends made too late

Love is a brittle thing Trust far more brittle The shards are still embedded deep within and all I need is to read the words you wrote then The words that consoled me - but not enough I realize it now Too afraid of the loss I was obsessed I would face in time I struck down the dream that was too good for me Not aware of the real why Never aware of it until now - when it's far too late I didn't lie of my emotions or the yearning that took too much space in me I could not have taken back my affection But I betrayed you I betrayed myself with all I loathed to be and all I loathed to commit There has been so much time and it s

Glass Prison by Tumnaloth, literature

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Glass Prison

Tired of the walls that rock and tumble Or the smoke rising in so delicate swirls Upwards Upwards... Tired of the cold glass to remind me there is a universe unfolding just barely out of reach When did I succumb? I recall so many voices and faces that faded And the quiet that nursed my wound - when did it fall? I feel I should dig and scrape until the clear barrier gives away in shards Shattered Even if my fingers would bleed

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Memories by Tumnaloth, literature

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Memories

The candle burns out For a moment the memory of light is enough to keep the darkness at bay to keep the mind lulled into slumber - and now the lost is here Images and words every tone of voice so loud every expression so clear for me to re-live in slow motion It is not the time for whys and wherefores but to resign and let go throw a kiss that will not be caught and repair what I can I can later cross the half-burned bridge with an understanding more mature than today's anxiety and grief

Magician by Tumnaloth, literature

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Magician

Magician... You make your voice smooth and silken like the brief touch of a butterfly's wing as light as the lightest brushing flutter You wrap words around me and I do not notice the knots you tie until I find myself caught under your spell, tied together with your many-coloured soul with your magnificent mind... That moment when you lock me into your great being I will have no will, no path, no longing but that which yearns for more of you that which is unsatiable fire...

Lost in Thought by Tumnaloth, literature

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Remembrance by Tumnaloth, literature

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Remembrance

How could I forget that the years were once golden light and the innocence of youth, of joy? That I felt the power to reshape the earth flow through my fingers and the words of command and mastery linger upon my tongue I was not bound then was not marked to be burned in the fire to be tried and tempted How could I not look back to the universe that had a deeper heartbeat - intoxicating, invigorating - pounding in my heart with every breath?

Questioning by Tumnaloth, literature

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Questioning

Am I questioning again that which I took for granted and have now been forced to give away? I wish I could say I loved you better than anyone more truly than anyone more deeply than any other but I see now I have fooled myself I have tricked myself to believe that you were the supreme of men - you who are but one of many... Why then do I still feel a faded trickle of salty water in the corner of my eye? 'Tis better to let go and watch you triumph than bind you to my wretched self

Drowns the Sun by Tumnaloth, literature

Death of Belief by Tumnaloth, literature

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Death of Belief

Blind woman chanting a mute swansong fists clenched and shivering with fear Her eyes saw Arcadia but now gaze into the Abyss pierced by agony and exhaustion In her feeble hands archaic faith lies corroded to dust but she clutches the memory to her weakening heart Heaven remains an iron wall to her prayers of sinless blight though she will not notice Idols around her fall down

Follow Me by Tumnaloth, literature

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Our Lives Are Prayer, Alone by pseudokojo, literature

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Our Lives Are Prayer, Alone

Our lives lie rigid, Metal lines curling round The mountain side While the snow melts to The warmth on your track, It sticks hard to the skin of mine. Our lives are parallel. I would prefer to meet, To hold your face in my palms, To shelter ourselves in embraces Long and slow. But we've only a constant distance, And the ties that bridge. Our lives are prayer alone.

Grail of Sadness by TheSundowner, literature

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Grail of Sadness

To steal the chalice of a king And drink the stolen wealth To gain your untold happiness One sip to toast 'good health' Though just a taste is ne'er enough This thirst for love so pure Return the vessel to your lips And dare to take one more But beware your fervent avarice For unknown is its spell The cup ignores the immature Young men still grace in hell Whilst fires burn the heavens And the sorrow reaps instead The grail, you'll keep on reaching To imbibe until you're dead

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The New Moon by hotchick9000, literature

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The New Moon

The New Moon What have you got in your knapsack fair, White moon, bright moon, pearling the air, Spinning your bobbins and fabrics free, Fleet moon, sweet moon, in to the sea? Turquoise and berly and rings of gold, Clear moon, dear moon, ne're to be sold? Roses and lilies, romance and love, Still moon, chill moon, swinging above? Slender your feet as a white birds throat, High moon, shy moon, drifting your boat Into the murk of the worlds awhile, Slim moon, dim moon, adding a smile. Tender your eyes as a maiden's kiss, Fine moon, wine moon, no one knows this, Under the spell of your witchery, Dream moon, cream moon, first he k

Given by pseudokojo, literature

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Given

I'm given to visualizations I'm given to over-analyze The things they are saying And see each sentence they speak, Putting punctuation in where The people put pauses. I'm given to sleep late, And to bouts with myself I'm given to being unable To leave things on the shelf I am given to wondering And wandering about in the late night I am giving to worrying whether You'll take all I'm given to, All which I've given you.

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Finland
Deviant for 20 years
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Current Residence: west coast of Finland
Favourite genre of music: Goth, metal, hard rock, ambient and some eclectic artists.
Favourite style of art: Photography, watercolours, oil painting.
Operating System: Windows *retch* Vista
MP3 player of choice: WinAmp
Wallpaper of choice: Whatever picture captures the atmosphere for a time.
Skin of choice: The one I wear like a raincoat - no, not really... my own.
Favourite cartoon character: That might at least at the moment be Mooch from Mutts.
Personal Quote: This is how the world ends, swallowed in fire, but not in darkness. You will live on. -B5-

Favourite Visual Artist

Claude Monét, other impressionists.

Favourite Movies

Mists of Avalon, Merlin... there be many.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Sisters of Mercy, Dream Theater, Paradise Lost, Borknagar, Rain Fell Within, Paramaecium...

Favourite Writers

Keats, Shelley, Poe, Herrick...

Favourite Games

The Longest Journey and Exile-series..?

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Tools of the Trade

Pen and paper, the qualities of which can vary greatly.

Other Interests

Rpg, fantasy, art, literature, poetry, music... you name it.

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Tumnaloth

Jul 18, 2006

Reminiscing

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That's right, I dug up some letters and other written things... and I sat down today, in a fight of melancholy and soul searching, reading things with a surprisingly clear mind. And that lead me to re-evaluating many things I did, foolish for most part, in the past. Suffice to say, it's been a constructively painful day night, and I'm still awake - at seven in the morning. *sigh* I think it's right to say that there are so many things all of us would desperately want to go back and do differently, and it's absolutely impossible - which is what gives us so much grief, when thinking back long enough. But... at least I know recognize a pattern

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Tumnaloth

Mar 30, 2005

1k!!!

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 Yes, I have finally reached the limit of a thousand people willing to see my humble scribblings! :) I'm feeling proud of this site, and proud of what I've put up, and if I look at things from a peculiar angle, even proud of myself. *laughs* My voice is still gone, thanks to the flu - which means I got three days of sick-leave from work, but I have no temp and I'm feeling less sore, thank goodness. Ah, right - I haven't told you about that one, have I? I got a fabulous job in customer service, via the phone, as well as very limited and very mild telemarketing. *grins* I'm doing better than I even dared to hope, which will not be bad when I

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Tumnaloth

Jan 31, 2005

Bloggety-blog

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A quick copy-paste and fill-out, on a monday morning just like Goonos, before going to work. :D Here's the bloggety-chain: Get To Know Your Fellow Bloggers Better. Read Through The Comments And Then Read The Instructions At The Bottom. 1. What Time Is It: Monday morning, when I'd still like to be sleeping. 2. Name As It Appears On Birth Certificate: -Top Secret- XD No, honestly, I don't feel like telling now. Maybe later. 3. Nicknames: Tumna, Ethaun, Kitty, Tanitha... 4. Piercing: I had a labret, had to take it off for personal reasons... I'll take it back, you'll see! 5. Most Recent Movie You've Seen In Theater: I think it was the Ret