ei ei ei
Well now, we have more pictures up finally, our slave, Danae-ness, etc... the danae picture page is huge but oh well, I think I'll get them thumbnail-ed and linked to their own pages... later... sigh, so much to upload, so little time...

sigh
Do you _know_ how long it took to add tags to the huuuuge thing you sent me???? Ei!!!!

heidihum
There's been a lack of internet and things and I am realising just how much I have to type up and hmmnn... I have the stuff you sent me, the language was shoved up there as is and the story will be soon, life is confused about now, I have too many directions and yeah, oh well, things will work out right? How was the birthday-ness? and what do you think of the music?
How much room do you have in your luggage 'cause I was thinking of making a copy of our picture folio so we could note things down near the pictures without having to put the originals in danger... if I did I'd want to send you a copy... do you have room? It'd be like a picture book waiting for words.... oh and I now have an almond tree... isn't that cool? hehehehehe!!

love

Nothingness
You seemed so eager for it before and now... nothing. I have to wonder whether you have gotten it at all, or whether the mood has just passed. Maybe you haven't been on the internet, except that I told you when to expect it by... Hopefully I will find out what is going on on your end soon enough. Now it's off to see if I can upload the elfwood pictures from this computer. Tricky times, tricky they are!

Me

Still more of it...
My poetry is definitely not of the Elyniah variety, but with only another 4ish days until I get to where I can send you pages upon pages of stuff to bury you under (literally, so hold on!) here is more of my insane poetry for my reader half way across this world.


It must have been many nights,
That I have sat there in your room,
Looking up towards the ceiling,
Sitting down on the floor.

My back against your bed;
You're lying on that bed,
I think that you're asleep,
But cannot know for sure,
Having never turned around.

It's odd, this placeless dreaming,
That takes me to your room,
I linger in the hallways,
Never there for you to see.

It's odd, this spaceless being,
I come back to your house,
No more my own known bedroom,
It's odd. What more is there?


The fascination of the reflection of the blade,
As the red bubbles underneath.

You said you knew me once.

You'll know me once again.

Poetising
well, it's not surprising but I've been drawing with poetry-ness and I log on to find that you've poetised too... typical. We also have someone named J'nar and Y'kira amongst others....

back to the poetry

Sweep the hall with shadows
As though time would slip away
Listen to the echoes
As they dance amongst the fray
Of broken promise, deadly dreams
And things best left unsaid

The child grown will always be
A thing that's almost dead.


well, that's one, with these freaky people who have big heads and thin bodies... there are others but well... everything is big, I've got my room set up so I can have my easel up and that's wat I've been using so everything is big and I need a digital camera but don't have one nor the finances for it and I want to find out if Brett's Dad has one...

love.

Poetry/song
I have a question.
A world away,
Not what I know,
No longer what I see,
I feel,
I touch,
I sense.

It's gone.
What's it?
Gone.

Faded memories pasted on the walls,
Charring at the edges from inner fires below,
Curling at the corners from wear and tear,
Seething from the inside from insecurity,
What's there?
No more.

Disjointed memories of time and feeling,
I'm pegged on the wall,
Spreadeagled,
I feel.

I fall.

Fallen.

Pins through my hair, they missed my head,
They missed my heart.
What is the point?

I'm not sorry.
Never sorry.
Not sorry.
No sorrow.
What is this sadness?
Feel sorry?
No.

Hurt one to save the other,
Hurt one to save the self,
The self is all important,
Must get what it wants,
Not complain,
Strive,
Strive,
End. Nothing. You can't.

What you thought you had,
You can't,
It's not...
Why?
No answer.

Silence in the halls,
Of mists and drafts, forgotten.
New adventures to be had,
New worlds to be seen.
New explorations,
New life.

Always there,
Always was,
When is always?
Is it a place?
A time?
A feeling, essence, knowing what can't end?

The clock is broken.
Lays on a puddle on the floor,
Broken metal,
Clanging,
Tick, tick, tock.
It will tock no more.

Wings to fly,
Wings to free,
To spread and lift us from this place,
Together, as one,
Two fly with one set of wings.
A broken wing.
Grounded.
Happy?
Taken.

Look out the window.
See to the moon.
It calls to me, you know,
Scented whispers on midnight blue skies,
Out the window, through the curtains,
Watch your head, there's a sun catcher there.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Life is for the living, but is it?
Really?

Hope. Let's hope. Let's all really hope.
And then it might all go away.

Empty tables,
Empty shadows on the wall,
Where once the children played,
Children no more, they they have grown,
Have loved, have lived, have died,
No more.
The pain can't hurt them now.
Separated.

Why is this life that we call it is life?
What is this thing that we reach out and touch?
Is touch what is living, or living is life?
When all the senses are taken,
Can you tell me what is left?
Can you see it?

Aha!
To see,
To touch,
To smell,
To taste,
To hear.
It's all gone!
What is left?
Answer not quickly, the world may depend.

Happiness is not touched.
There is no touch.
Sadness is bottomless,
But still no sight.
The tears that fall to the ground,
Happiness, sadness,
It is all the same,
And the same it is,
To those who know.
Who knew.
Once, in darkened rooms.
Heaters and candles and shadows of warmth.
Tissues.
All without sense.
Where they really there?

Drifting and falling and spiraling away,
Does anything ever change?
Does anything ever stop changing?

I write this now as I write, and know that is it written.
I know too that when I come, I know not what to expect,
I know exactly what to expect.

Lines of songs and songs full of lines,
Is the world apart?
Is the mind falling apart?
Is this just a poem, or is it real life?
You decide.
You decided everything else.

15 minutes is the countdown to life.
A warning if you will.
And then, it is gone.

......................

-Zhet-

Danaiette/Daimonae/Rhesia
It's all very confusing, though less confusing when you write it all out. I'm thinking that a lot of the story that I'm writing at the moment, since it only deals with large scope world'ness, is going to be easy for you to add details of what you are seeing into with the right sort of context. However, are you really planning on reading the whole story as soon as I send it to you?

Oh, I'll still send it to you. It might need to be broken up before it gets onto this site, but I'll leave that for you to manage in all your angelfire manageress glory. The story so far is about 25 pages long, so not really all that long with everything else we've got.

Language wise, it's all sorted into the way that it's wanted and needed. Four pages long in order of when the word came into being, and even though I've set it aside for now, words keep on being added. Not that this is a bad thing at all!

Oh, the other piece of exciting news is the fact that in the latest pages that I've been writing for the world'scope story/myth, I've actually had need to bring J'niahn words into it, with context no less! Isn't that exciting?? I can't wait until I can show it to you. I hate keeping it back like this and seeing you write things that I could just so easily explain if I could transfer all these pages over to you right now.

Ah well, it cannot be helped, and I guess that patience is a virtue and all that, right?

About Kaiet; she goes 'funny' after her sister is taken by D'omkhet. She was taken right at the edge of the forest, near where his shrine stands. This could be the reason for my feeling of forestry and also, this would be the only time that she would 'play around' with other people's people. In the end, she does fix herself up. Becomes a healer as Danaiette sometimes was before she was taken. I think that's all I really need to write on that. Does it make sense? I know there's something else but... you're going to have to let me know if there is anything else that you need.

Okay?

Oh, just one more thing; it confuses me when you are always writing Danae, as that is only her last name and I don't know which one you are talking about. All the names she goes by are in the subject line, at least put them in brackets to help my understanding pllllleeeeeeeaaaaaaaasssse???

Love

sister!!!!
Kaiet is working for me... I knew the mean girls name was similar to danae's but you never informed me of sisterness...

Now I get it.

It confused me because it was very danae like yet it was so not danae and I'm happy now...

I know that much of the time I'm seeing has to do with God & spirit worship... they interact more than the mikael time.... way more.... and all this danae stuff makes the pictures make more sense, remember how we thought that the oldest pic of danae was her sister for a time....

btw, I found a pic of Ehlia(s) whatever you've changed her name to... she is distinguished from Lia now... and since when did she have a winged lover??? Why haven't I seen that???

later,
M

Lae'ta and....
Have a problem.

20 pages of story for Danaiette and I have found nothing like what you say of that storyline. I'm just seriously confused now. Umm, the only thing I can think of is that her sister, Kaiet, might have done something along those lines at some point.

Also, I can sort of see the story that you are painting, and with it, obviously the time picture. Correct me if I am wrong, but is not this whole storyline in a sort of forestry scenery? Danaiette's whole mortal time was in a little fishing cove. The only thing they seem to have in common is Time, but not Place.

This actually makes sense to me. I have decade gaps in the short story, because time moves so differently once Danaiette goes up with D'omkhet. Thing is that i was sure that you would write stuff that was happening on Elyniah while she/I was focusing on the above'ness. Again, let me know if I am off.

Language'wise; Lae is familiar. One thing I haven't yet told you is that meaning of words can still carry even when they are reversed. This is how a lot of people were aptly named without the conscious knowledge of it. Best example:

Rustovich - abuse of power.

Why?

R ust ov ich - Tsu'ich

I haven't quite found out how all letters are relevent if they are put in in addition to actual words, but no doubt it will come to me. The point is:

Tsu = power
Ich = abuse of...

ust = tsu

Ooh, here are my favs so far:

Yhmana - Yh'm'ana

Yh = fear
m = in between as it is here, commonly means land, sort of like our 'ia' at the end of lands names.
ana = water.

Yh'm'ana (name of where Danaiette lives) = Worry waters


Funmata - Fun'm'ata

Fun = primitive, old fashioned
m = as above
ata = beasts, cattle

Funmata (name of the Second House) = Primitive animals

That's all on my private laugh fest.

God, does that even make sense?? Really doesn't answer the Lae'ta question, eh? Let me get back to you on that...