Hanachi-Shitsukki

It was a wonderful time on DA with you guys.

I'm going to keep my account up so y'all can keep reading my things, but I suggest you save your favorites. I'm gonna be leaving now. I have an art blog at punklchops.tumblr.com. Otherwise, you may contact me by Skype.

Cia, dA ♥

Okay, okay, I'll admit : I lied.
I said a month ago that you were to expect short stories and more poems. I lied. It took a month, but here I am : two started, three others to go : the unfortunate fate of the american dream, a story of Death and a lost child, and the tale of a noble knight on his quest for a princess' salvation... Gratuitous plot twists, of course.
So... Anyone interested?

Bonjour les gens! Je sais que la plupart de vous qui me suivent parlent principalement anglais, et il faut dire qu'à date je n'ai rien posté en français ici. Mais bon, le français est ma langue maternelle, il faut bien que j'y travaille un peu.
Donc voilà, ceux de vous qui parlent français et qui aimeraient me lire dans ma langue d'origine, vous pouvez me suivre à Ephoectique. J'y posterai des traductions principalement mais aussi des textes inédits qui sont en français seulement.
Au plaisir de vous y voir!

// So yeah. I decided to post some french stuff. On a side note, I will definitely be writing more these days seeing as i am back to school and there is no better time to write then when you have other stuff to do. On the plan : short stories and novellas!

I am bound to disappear for the rest of this week and the upcoming one.
I know some people are waiting for art trades and requests but I unfortunately won't be able to attend to the matter until this hiatus is over.
I am not dead, and I try to plan up those trades and reqs. I will try my best to get those done as soon as I'm done with these important renovations.
Thanks for understanding.

See you guys later,
Hanachi-Shitsukki

Fire, Water, Air, EarthI once worshiped a fire god,
a man who wrapped himself in
flames and brimstone armor.
I burned myself trying to touch his heart.
He loomed above me and
no matter how high I reached
I was only grasping smoke.
I once worshiped a water spirit,
a man so elusive, running his own
course, even when it ran away from me.
His heart ran through my fingers.
He was cool to the touch, as
refreshing as rain, and cleansed me
for the brief time he allowed me
to swim in his pond.
I once worshiped a djinn,
a man of the air, whom I never saw
or touched, only felt in my lungs.
He sustained me, kept my own heart
beating, though I did nothing for him.
When he vanished the air left
my lungs in a rush, and I was
sucker-punched, breathless.
I have found now a mountain,
a man of the earth, unshakeable,
steadfast, a constant figure
on my internal landscape.
His heart is made of loam, a fertile ground,
and I revel in it. Together we grow
a garden in the mountains,
above the world, and we live like angels. nest of thoughtevery day I see these doves perched outside
my window. they are as blank as bleached sheets of paper--
crinkled at the corners and piled into a flock.
i want to eat them--sip at the burning rot of my
columbian-blend coffee and dine on their pretty poem hearts.
my hands would catch frail bone-song, breaking them into
a rejuvenated verse of something earthbound--in a single snap of
little wings, the birds become flightless, half-way uttered phrases.  
their bunched up feathers curl into pause.
i’d move to the second line--the throat, crushing windpipes
to taste the rumble of a dying note. i’d plunge through the fibers
of musical tendon strings, reveling in the copper-drenched coo. the tremble
in their lungs rolls around the tongue like st. paul’s chapel bells
ringing down broadway at noon.
what remains are skins and mangled bits.
i’d make magic out of tragic ends--make them sing again.
i’d take them by their hollowed out rib-cage. blow into the
empty fl 10:28amyou, my sword swallower,
are not made for soft touches,
creating calming storms
for sensitive skin
no, you have your way
with(out) words,
morning melodies left
digging graves at 3:28am
when i should be sleeping,
i should be sleeping,
i should be sleeping,
but it's been days
(day one: you said hello.
day two: i never said goodbye)

CapitanJ'habite dans une épave au milieu d'un désert,
Un vieux bateau rongé par le sable brûlant,
Entouré par les squales, fantômes réminiscents,
J'aiguise toujours mon sabre, porte chapeau fièrement,
Tel le preux capitaine que je ne suis plus vraiment.
Je guette les embruns, les marées impossibles,
Les pirates assoiffés de mon sang déssèché,
Prêt à me battre encore pour un destin perdu,
Contre la mutinerie d'une vie dissolue,
Dans le vague espoir qu'une voile m'emporte au loin.
Mais je n'ai plus que les os, pauvre marin nu,
Et vis l'enfer sans eau dans une soif terrible
De tempête et d'orage, de pluie, de grain, d'ondée,
Puni par les dieux de mon orgueil au long cours,
Dans un mirage sans houle pour toute l'éternité. A Concert for GriefMy breathing is heavy and my heart strong.
The sound resonates in the hall of wood.
The touch of ivory is right... yet wrong.
I have reached here with my sweat, tears and blood.
The beating of my heart pounds in my chest.
I raise my hand and all here hold their breath.
This melody that they love, I detest.
This tender, sorrowful sound echoes death.
It shows all gathered my buried despair;
My grief, my sorrow and my loss come through.
Through this piano, my soul is laid bare.
As one note ends, one more begins anew.
The notes merge to form my soul's melody
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shapeshiftchameleon, baby,
you can go from tiger stripes to
leopard spots
in 133 milliseconds.
you act in accordance to
your surroundings,
never even thinking before you
run with the herd of galloping zebras
and blend right in.
but, sweetheart,
i can pick you out of a crowd that
lies through its teeth and
passes around identities like a copy of
the new york times.
chameleon, baby,
i want to be your surroundings.
i want to wrap you up in me and
never let you go.
just promise that you won’t ever
try to erase yourself with
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