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The Prodigal Muse

Look what the cat dragged in.

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[The Prince] The Neko princess - an introduction

August 2, 2008

    In this fictional land where the Prince exists, there exists princesses. Why? Of course, it’s a logical progression - you have princes, there should also be princesses. And maybe even a King,  a Queen or even both for each prince and princess - that is, if they’re not dead yet. Don’t mind the fact that the Prince in question is not even of royal blood nor marriage. You don’t exactly pair Princes with just any female peasant right? That shit only happens in fairy tales, and this isn’t one of them. (more…)

neko the prince
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[Anger] Day 8: 0045H, 062808. (Jilted) boys don’t cry*

July 2, 2008

After that conversation, all I can say is that I fuckin’ hate you. That is all.

(A/N: * - From a song of The Cure. Yes they don’t cry. They get pissed off bad.)

anger the evolution of grief
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[Denial] Day 7: 1700H, 062708. That mandatory ’soundtrack of your life’ post

 Broken Heart
Motion City Soundtrack 

I’ll start this broken heart
I’ll fix it up so it will work again
Better than before
Then I’ll star in a mystery
A tragic tale of all that’s yet to come
Fingers crossed there will be love

But I get carried away with every day
And every fantasy
the deeper the wound,
the harder I swoon and wish that that was me

So much to say
But no words to convey
The loneliness building with each passing day
But I’m getting used to it, you have to get used to it

I’ll devise the best disguise
A brand new look and take them by surprise
They’ll never guess what’s not inside

I’ll express myself with ease,
With confidence and character complete
With fingers crossed they’ll talk to me

But I get carried away with every page
In every magazine
The cheaper the thrill
the deeper I fill my head with blasphemy

So much to say
But No words to convey
The loneliness building with each passing day
But I’m getting used to it, you have to get used to it

I’ll destroy this useless heart
I’ll fuck it up so it’ll never beat again
Not just for me but for anyone

But I get carried away
with every phrase and made up malady
The longer I hide behind these lies,
The more I disintegrate

So much to say
But no words to convey
The loneliness building with each passing day
But I never get used to it, you just have to live with it


(A/N: Go listen to Motion City Soundtrack, they’re damn good. Go. Now I say. NOW! )

denial the evolution of grief
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[Bargaining] Day 6: 0230H, 062408. Wait for sleep (but it will never come)*

    Why did you have to decide to end the relationship? I know the final nail in the coffin was the long distance of sorts. Physically, 10, 20-ish kilometers is nothing - a couple of rides, an hour’s wage worth of fare, the time to take a nice bath. It was our worlds that were so far away. It was fuckin’ hard for both of us - you and me living in different worlds with the rarest of common schedules; me being quite a penniless bum with a bum thesis, you in a job that’s eating you away one day at a time. But it’s not as if the situation was permanent. I will be able to finally pass this thesis, graduate, find a better job; you’ll move on to a (hopefully) better job with a decent schedule, finish your thesis, then practice your love for the sciences. Was it too much to ask you to hold on just a wee litle longer?

    Then again, I’m not exactly that great a guy to wait for. Even now, I still don’t get what you saw in me - a dense, rather not-so-good-not-so-bad-on-everything, wishy-washy, never-did-look-good, [insert other adjectives here] person. (more…)

bargaining the evolution of grief
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[Bargaining] Day 5: 0030H, 062308. (Self never) forgiven, (you’re) not forgotten*

    Memories. One can really hate how memories about someone have this nasty tendency to ambush you when and where you least expect them to. While riding a bike and partially hearing a random song from the random radio you suddenly remember that someone singing the same song to you and laughing that laugh you so loved; when the sound of the first drops of a hard rain falling upon the GI roof reaches your ears you suddenly remember that cold rainy afternoon spent snuggled on the couch, looking into each others’ eyes, tracing one’s contures with the other’s lips; when you sniff a certain scent from a random passerby you suddenly remember how that someone’s nape smells so sweet and sensous even after a long day… you get the picture. (more…)

bargaining the evolution of grief
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Ongoing series

 

  • The Prince
  • The Evolution of Grief
  • Pax
  • One-shots
  • N-Shots

Note: for new visitors - unless they're one-shots, do read back for the first entries. You're liable not to understand what the hell is happening already.

 

There are B-sides to every story

    Truth be told, I've known for a few years already how big a mistake it was when I picked one course over the other when I qualified for both of them in a certain state university. Even now I kick myself in the nuts at least once everyday for that lousy call. And the fact that it's infeasible (and rather stupid) to back out now rubs more salt to the still-sore nuts. Salted eggs anyone?

    Because of that, my Muse went on a no-shit, no-holds-barred, no-retreat-no-surrender strike. Creativity died; it even held a funeral for itself in disgust and flipped me the finger from its grave.

    But things are making its way out of the crypt. Bits and pieces of plots have been visiting me during unlikely hours - while staring at lines of code, while taking a dump and freezing my butt off in the process, in my dreams. It seems the Muse is back, albeit begrudgingly. Coincidence? Maybe not.

That mandatory disclaimer on copyright

    It's simple actually - I wrote the stuff here unless credited or attributed to others. Steal this shit and die. Plagiarize the posts here and you will suffer a slow, horrible death. You can, however, use the posts here in its unchanged form (as-is, where-is), either in excerpts or in its entirety, as long as you credit the author - i.e. me. Hot-linking is more than welcome - just put a link directing people here to make everybody happy.


    Copyright for the works of other people (may it be song lyrics, titles, tongue-in-cheek pop culture references, among others) belong to their respective owners. 

Whatever you want is fine by me

  • [The Prince] The Prince under a glass slide, looking back with jade-colored shades (555)
  • [The Prince] The Otaku princess - an introduction (401)
  • [Depression] Day 1: 0042H, 062008. The first night is the crappiest* (334)
  • [The Prince] The Neko princess - an introduction (325)
  • [Bargaining] Day 5: 0030H, 062308. (Self never) forgiven, (you’re) not forgotten* (319)
  • [The Prince] in medias res (302)

Ghostly writings on the walls

the Boy Scout:

Dood! You were so right on with your pros + cons about this site. But you forgot 1 thing, dood. Dotph is so damn popular that if you google your blogname it won’t even come out in the results. Yeah, that famous, dood! Rock on!!!!!!

AlessandriaOng:

-gasp- you found me! x] lol yes i’ve been visiting your abode quite a few times but it seems that you have yet to update it. i do hope the muse comes back and begs you for forgiveness!

arc:

@AlessandriaOng Wow. Blast from the past. Haven’t been there since… forever. LOL, I’m not even sure if I had an account there XD

AlessandriaOng:

do you mind if i ask under what penname you write in fanfiction.net? : )

arc:

@AlessandriaOng hi there, welcome to my humble abode. Thank you for the kind words. Feel free to look around; just don’t mind the dust. :D

AlessandriaOng:

The way you weave simple words into vivid imagery simply delights me. Love it!

pia:

keep it up. I’m reading. :D

arc:

@christa - why welcome to my rather humble abode. yep, IMO this setup has more pros than cons, but that’s just me. i really hope the things i’ve posted made sense haha. enjoy your stay here.

Christa:

I guess having your own account here is a lot better than fanfiction.net in many ways. :) Very creative writing style, I like it.

Ancia:

reminds me of alice in wonderland.

Vera:

antiseptic is good. it’s clean alright.

arc:

i’d say antiseptic. or maybe even minimalist. welcome to my little cesspool of so-called literary efforts.

Vera:

it’s so.. white. and cold.

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