You're clenching on to your dreams
Despite the fact that they are mere illusions.
Illusions of thoughts and memories you never had.
Character Profile: Ismael ChowdharyName: Ismael ChowdharyCharacter Profile: Ismael Chowdhary by PuzzledHeartBox
Pseudonyms: Mecha Freak, Dune-Dweller, Ismael
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Pandoran (Cybernetic)
Planet of Origin: Pandora
Career: Lieutenant, Head of on-board Entertainment
Appearance: Like all Pandorans, Ismael has a characteristic trait,
his skin is slightly radiant with a soft blue hue, which is quite hard to notice with the untrained eye.
Other than that he looks much like an average Arabic-Indian man of brown complexion, apart from his cybernetic left arm.
His wardrobe ranges from spacesuits to academic robes, and even political garments.
He has bright green grey eyes, and an upwards curling smile, which somehow always makes him seem very sympathetic.
Character Profile: Sadie WhiteName: Sadie WhiteCharacter Profile: Sadie White by PuzzledHeartBox
Pseudonyms: Skunk, Mad Scientist, Sadie
Age: 27 (Looks 13 due to mutated genes)
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Species: Human (mutant)
Planet of Origin: Earth
Career: Sub-Lieutenant, Mad Scientist aboard the USS-Enterpricks.
Appearance: A small brown haired girl of fragile and petite complexion and build with a pale skin that rivals the
blonde streak in her hair. She wears a lab coat at all times and prefers them to be short, if not she'll adjust them herself.
Figure: Skinny by nature, the only curves she has are her hips due
to being so malnourished and underfed.
Facial Features: She is severely scarred all over her face, but she covers it with medically certified fake skin.
Cloud NineEveryone's always talking about Cloud Nine,Cloud Nine by PuzzledHeartBox
how everything's so perfectly lovely, no shroud of doubt that could move one's mind from all this marvel.
Though, what if that cloud dissipates?
What's left of those beautiful promises, hopeful longing eyes,
staring forward in an abysmal crevice as you commence your descent plummeting downwards at an ever increasing rate
where wings can not catch nor hold you, nor could an angel's breath still your fear.
Who's there to cushion your fall as you realize the cold reality?
Where does this boat sail, if Hope's waves disappear from the ocean of euphoria?
As they make way for a silent, dead sea, where your reflection is all you can get for company.
And you'll spin round and round, and there is but emptiness, and the painful memory.
What if Cloud Nine was but a promise, a remnant thought, something to somehow secure your sanity.
Something incredibly impossible, yet something for which we'd all hope it would come to be.
That safety net,
Hibernate (Death's loving embrace)As snowflakes cake my eyes,Hibernate (Death's loving embrace) by PuzzledHeartBox
and frostbite subdues my smart.
I welcome you, eternal winter.
As the son of discarded hearts.
Humpty DumptyDoes sadness not scar your heart,Humpty Dumpty by PuzzledHeartBox
leave discolorations like stained porcelain cups
the cracks in a champagne glass.
Can we glue together what fell,
ProphylacticIf love doth be like winter’s day,Prophylactic by PuzzledHeartBox
clad in black, little light,
No… more so grey.
I beckon light candles abundant,
Defy the terror of night’s sigil.
Lest it too shall take me ‘way.
Ere love doth chill in bosoms core,
I implore, I implore,
Dwindle in candle’s light,
Beacon of truest delight.
Where love doth shine the brightest.
Ere this too unspoken.
O’ver come this blackened day.
For love doth be like summer’s day,
That not nothing more than the light of candle lit,
That I say, that I pray.
beats back the wings of death’s prophet.
Ere this love too shalt fade.
Till winter fades"If love doth grow cold;Till winter fades by PuzzledHeartBox
I shall kiss you with fire;
Cold feet set ablaze."
The simple endSo it seems thatThe simple end by neonxaos
as the years go by
like autumn leaves
in snaking rivers,
the sense of distance
is swallowed by the sea.
So it seems that
there are no perfect circles,
only jagged lines
folding on themselves.
So it seems that
a human body
is simply matterless
from violent beginning
to the simple sweetness
of the end.
Residence : Bruges
Marital state : Single
Languages : Dutch(Native speaker), English, French, German(with notes..)
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
*There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.