Bloodroses' Bouquet

      Once in a full moon, blooms the Lotus flower.  And he, who brought a luminous, extravagant aura and a soothing embrace for he is the one who summoned the lotus flower, deep into the heart of Valmeyer.  However, Lotus will soon meet its demise and for he, the one who summoned it, began adrift himself into a fathomless slumber as the flower is in a dire need of repair.  He is known as Lotus Escalipus, a formless empire called forth by the ruler of Centreville.  Lotus, will soon be awakened from the lair where he slept, and able to unstop the regimes he had, he and his empire, under the guidance of the Eleanor's bloodline, no lies has ever been told.     "Arise now, Lotus.  Summoned before the Eleanor's grace, commanded thee to abide Eleanor's ever lasting fountain of wisdom!"      The so called Lotus did not abide.  He did not appeared in the fountain's presence.  He did not answered the plea for he has ...

Langit malam sebagai selimut hari, dihiasi dengan bintang jutaan mil jauhnya. Rezim yang memuaskan, berdiri tegak ditengah kehampaan akan dedaunan musim gugur. Volare yang indah nan mewangi. Via yang anggun nan mempesona, menatap ke atas langit tanpa batas, ke atas langit lebih luas dari lautan biru,  melayang tanpa beban.  Tangisan langit membasah bumi pertiwi, menumbuhkan tunas kehidupan. Apakah hal serupa akan terjadi bila hujan menetes dari mata indah? Bila itu nyata, lantas mengapa kita lelah? Rezim yang dibangun dibalik pesona alam halusinasi, tidak pernah mencercah setitik kegelapan pun. Sebuah rumah bagi para pemimpi seperti kita, hilang dan kebingungan. Volare Via, apakah kita gagal? Akankah bisa bagi kita untuk pulang? Mata kristal terbentuk di wajah kita, basah, sebasah lautan, berkilau layaknya sebuah permata yang terhantam di bawah tekanan bumi pertiwi. Keindahan akan sebuah mata kristal yang basah, memberi tunas kebahagiaan dalam hati kita, terbentuk dari darah d...

  "Ah, thou'rt embittered by the radiant eyes of his, fie not, my dear, those dark eyes of his are truly something was it not?"   The mother speak to her child. The child, for whom the mother had for long decades, succumb to the mother's presence. In response of the child's stare, the mother once again speak to the child.  "What is it thy wish? To become a poet? To manufacture lines of words to him?"   "Yes, it is a wish of mine, mother. The prodigies of words, mother. Bestow the knowledge upon me!"  The sincere plead of the child and an excitement inside the child's eyes caused a minor earthquake in the mother's heart, but how could she grant the child's wish? For it was not a trivial matter, for she did not understand the mere gravity's choice of hers. The mother, once more speak to her.  "Fie not, my dear. Allow me to hold you, only for but a moment,"  Winter's breeze flow through the mother's whisper, provi...

Who am I? What am I? Do I belong? Do I exist? Who is he? or she? Will I ever become as great as them? Will I ever do any good to both men and women?  Who are we?  We often ask ourselves that one question, a question about our existence, our value as a human being, and our worth to others. it is not an uncommon situation for so many people out there. Some people are trying to find an answer while others may not and keep asking it to themselves, expecting that an answer will be bestowed upon them out of nowhere, while in reality, they are only going to make an endless list of unanswered questions (as I have) So who exactly are we? This, i believe, is a question even a long paragaraph cannot answer. But of course, with every question, there is an answer over there somewhere. It is our task to find it. I remember someone said this somewhere: "We are who we choose to be," and I really like to believe that it's true. I overheard my teacher once, and I remember he said something...

 Let's just put it like this:  all the visual beauty that one can perceive is all stored in just the tip of a pen, same goes for literature. Your mind and your soul resonate and connects with it. "What a privilege to have such thing," I thought to myself. While much of its beauty may depend on those who wield or have the compound and materials, it still doesn't justify what value it can possess.  somebody once said "Insanity is doing the exact same thing over and over again and expecting different results" if we tend to put it that way, does resketching our sketches to make them a better sketches count as insanity? Yes and no. There are many who would agree, but there are many who would not. I could be wrong in this case.  What I do is create visual art as a temporary escape from reality. But still, even in the depths of it, I still herald danger. It's something that I can not escape from no matter where I go. Many have given themselves up, but I stood s...

 Obsessive-compulsive symptoms generally wax and wane over time. Because of this, many individuals diagnosed with OCD may suspect that their OCD comes and goes or even goes away—only to return. However, as mentioned above, obsessive-compulsive traits never truly go away. Instead, they require ongoing management.