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Mandarin Ducks by Carousel-Trotter, literature

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Mandarin Ducks

From dawn until evening, Us two We glided together Mandarin ducks—afloat on ancient waters Reviewing the tales of our endless stories Plucking feathers and mourning others Our cries were our laughter Our glances were our eyes closed Together, Us two Mandarin Ducks We waded and waited Swam and ate Together Us two Mandarin Ducks But twilight came a dying sun smothered your eyes with dreadful deceit And you severed us A bond of ten thousand happy new years And became a shadow floating over the distance A saffron yellow pouring down on the pond I am only one mandarin duck And about as useful as only one ch

Rebirth by Carousel-Trotter, literature

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Rebirth

And no river of sorrow Whose very droplets ooze the saddest shrieks Played by Chinese fiddles to despondent ears Could fill the void of a strange emptiness Seated safely in the belly of a beauty Buckled in and ripped of voice. When shock pours over them They forget, for a moment, the things constantly on their mind: Paris, the boyfriend, food for the dog, what did I forget to do this morning? And like clockwork, despite all risks, they venture forward Skidding sideways on a cloudy road, without sunlight to lead them There they venture—through fog and fierce wind— Slivers of colors buzzing away from birds-eye-view,

And Listen-- by Carousel-Trotter, literature

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And Listen--

And listening Becomes a task—a challenge, if they are not your spoken words. I can lay back in my skin, muscles relaxed and I’d love to hear you Speak for ages, upon ages, to me, about you, who you are, anything Anything you want to. We could do it over coffee—a cold cappuccino. Wouldn’t that be nice? A French vanilla coffee, a nice treat While we discuss music—what was your favorite genre again? And I could tell you how much I love the guitar, even though, I’ve had one for years And I’ve never picked it up. And it could be snowing outside, a flaky barrage Tiny in size, hearty in windy s

Heart I by Carousel-Trotter, literature

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Heart I

O, hidden against a gritty wall Painted with a glue-like consistency Which binds this very heart to silence swells the throat and numbs the mind For ever uttering the distended words birthed by emotion alone Should one day these words be released I would gamble my very lips That the most brilliant of Chinese Poets Would bow to those sonnets and songs, haiku and monologues a bow of reverence To the speech finer than the most flawless silken violet brocade And no royal European monarch could even outwit Those words which are spoken with that sad, cold feeling Of unrequited love. What life is living if none is there to show

Corn fields--Fate by Carousel-Trotter, literature

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Corn fields--Fate

A thin frame of feeble oak branches Loomed over that fall, dripping Brittle, little leaves---the color Of every twilight I’d watched sink into the horizon In July and August combined. I whittled away every morning sleeping-in And awakening alive to hopes of revenge One day. Vindicated, I should hope To cut every curl off of the scorpion, the poison to my autumn That same year. Engulfed in plans never carried out, I plotted in my mind Yet, Too fearful to step out into an uncertain future, I clung to a hovering shadow and sunk back, smoothed between heart and pain, licking the toxin from my itching and breaking

Something to be said by Carousel-Trotter, literature

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Something to be said

On two stable legs, calves straight, feet Perhaps---yes---slightly pigeon-toed But I still stand and to know I am able to apart from a man? There’s something to be toasted in my honor for that. Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise another day, the way That very same way I’m used to doing Delights, for me, come in rock songs Sour cherries and shanti I need some inner-peace. This heart beats something bordering techno And rock ‘n roll, and bleeds pop music And looks like a wrecked hotel room when someone gets A good look at it. The arteries are kind of torn like a lodge sofa And the veins are like broken lamps and windows,

O, A Love by Carousel-Trotter, literature

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O, A Love

(You, love, could you adore me less? Such a curse for one born So—so—romantic So—so—hopeless!) I must wander and muse---still young, I’ve plenty years to convince you otherwise After all, I’ve gone from “bella mia” to barely there at all …And what Are the names Of dry riverbeds and damp deserts And the girl Wearing ribbons in her hair instead of misery But though she laughs, you can hear a faint pitch of loss and grief Leaking from her throat like a sagging droplet from an iron, cold faucet? (We, Love, are not immortal. We, love, break in tender little p

A Plot for Daisies by Carousel-Trotter, literature

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A Plot for Daisies

A sun has risen in the fields of frozen cattails and future plots for daisies but it did not symbolize the fact that things have changed. The robin laughs, hysterically mocks the bitter chill of March's last stand but it did not sound like the fact that things have changed. I have wandered out to the weeded earth with shovels and spades, in my shivery palms tapped the surface for proof of life I have concocted a plot for daisies to replace the old honeysuckle which did not remind me of the fact that things have changed. What April brings is the future of what last March left behind that one statue in New York by the cl

Words of the Dress-Wearer by Carousel-Trotter, literature

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Words of the Dress-Wearer

The spring green and mud print floral dress awaits on her pink comforter which pours over her beloved storage bed where her books, her pictures, her music, her secrets are hidden inside the birch drawers. Such a gorgeous dress, however, far too short to wear alone so a pair of size 2 jeans will suffice nicely beneath it and since it's still chilly out, enough to cause even birds to twitter complaints---she'll pull on a dark brown knit overtop the skinny straps. The dress hardly worries her as much as the future does and worries drip down her face, determined but so frightened now what future lies ahead of this place.

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A Quieter Silence: Chap. 1 by Carousel-Trotter, literature

Black Roses by Carousel-Trotter, literature

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Black Roses

Black Roses Poisoned petals of dark shadows, Pushed onto a cold coffin, Assuredly, I plead, I won't have to see these often. Fallen heroes know no other, And the mourners cringe their blessing. Forever longevity dies within, The sense of the roses' distressing. No more burdens will they bare The carriers of dark petals, For within the beauties fair, Lay souls no more to taste the undying metals. Lay down your swords now soldiers, For you shall not have to worry, Black roses spread on your path, And let there be no more fury. Let the hate and sorrow of this world, Be buried with black roses, Let the pacifists rest, And let

A Quieter Silence by Carousel-Trotter, literature

Chapter 2: Not Meant to Return by Carousel-Trotter, literature

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Chapter 2: Not Meant to Return

Not Meant To Return Chapter 2: What happens now, stays with us. Part I Gavin intended on moving to Dal-Thalle. If he didn't, it would set Leasel's rage firing. He wasn't about to make an angel angry. He wanted to go somewhere when he died after all. "Why on earth would she send me to Dal-Thalle? I'm Elise's older brother. I'm a warrior, I can protect her. But why…" "Gavin, please, don't feel that way." A voice echoed from above the sandy area of the Red Oasis, a barren region just before the city of water Orapin. Down came an angel with ebony hair, and a face to match her beautiful attire. "Hello, Jude. Come to mock me alread

The Brightness by Carousel-Trotter, literature

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Paper Parasol by Carousel-Trotter, literature

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Paper Parasol

Opening the most protected spots, Armoring herself with projected thoughts, Kept sanity after reused taunts, She couldn't help but stand in the rain, Knowing that no matter what she couldn't melt, Why couldn't she melt away? Rising morning and balance she keeps, Never to be caught again, Just like that floating butterfly, Two wings each for her eyes, Sparkling with pure surprise. Even in the middle of the darkest night, Those whispering orbs as they spoke delight, No tears fall from the pathway of a gray gateway, No raindrops fall on the rice paper parasol. She is happy by herself, Or with you, Effortlessly telling you that i

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Everything good...is pink. by Carousel-Trotter, literature

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Everything good...is pink.

Flowers...are pink, sometimes. Petals lightly flowing, hardly flying, flying away into a wind that's pressed against, once again, once again...to them. I hear the cry of a guitar from the radio as the summer heat plagues us down, crying, crying, crying...oh, why was it crying? "Everything," I said, "Everything good...is pink." My shoes...are pink. Except when it's muddy. I've traveled through runny puddles, flowing, flowing, flowing... Not caring for anything but the color on my precious shoes... Not caring, not caring...still wasn't caring... Clouds hovered past, and I remember I wanted nothing but to just continue hearing,

Everything good...is pink.

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About Carousel-Trotter

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Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: Karlstad, Sweden
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Techno, J-Rock, J-Pop, Melodic Rock
Shell of choice: Koopa Shell
Favourite cartoon character: Wolfwood, Spike, Yukimura, Jin
Personal Quote: Yeah, Whatev.

Favourite Movies

Advent Children/Princess Mononoke

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

AKFG/Nami Amuro/Gwen Stefani/MADONNA!/Keane/Nana Kitade

Favourite Writers

Margaret Atwood

Favourite Games

Nintendogs

Favourite Gaming Platform

Nintendo DS/Gamecube. (Nintendo all the way!)

Other Interests

Japan, Madonna, languages, cultures, sleeping, geisha, anime, astronomy, Classical Music, Dogs, etc.

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Feb 15, 2008

Movie List

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Movies I should see this year: La Vie en Rose - reviewing the life of one of my most favorite songstresses, Edith Piaf.  I was conveniently introduced to Edith Piaf's beautiful songs a couple of months before the movie appeared in theaters, (or until I was even aware of it.)  I'm hoping to see it. :) Eastern Promises - Two words.  Russian Accents. There will be blood - I think it'll be good.  I'm all up for greed movies hahahah. Elizabeth: The Golden Age - I'm a sucker for royalty movies. Sweeney Todd - because everyone and their dog has seen it and I'm out of the loop. ....I'll gladly take suggestions. :)

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Carousel-Trotter

Dec 16, 2007

A New Life

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Ever since the rejection of a few key schools, I've gently let go of the future I wanted. Perhaps, it was a sign of what wasn't good for me, what wasn't meant to be.  I can still have a fraction of what I wanted, but it's not for me anymore. I decided-----I'm going to do French Education.  My Spanish skills are pretty good right now, and since it's a sister/romantic language, I feel like I can pick up French really well.  I've always wanted to learn French anyway, so I'm still fulfilling a dream. It didn't actually take long to get over, I guess, hahaha.  I was always kind of suspicious it wasn't the life for me, that I'd fallen in love wi

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Nov 22, 2007

Another crazy J-Rock dream.

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So, last night I had a rather strange dream. I suppose I was in a relatively rural part of Japan, but the downtown was fairly bustling and tight.  Still, I managed my way with a little mini-entourage that I suppose were parts of Miyavi's massive entourage. I must've been a special, well-loved guest because as soon as I reached Miyavi's room, he came flying over and gave me a hug.  I was sort of pushed back though---he had more piercings than normal on his face.  And his hair was pink, yellow and black, in a taller faux-hawk thing that he usually wears it as.  He petted my head and we all sat down, and I was given gifts.  (I think it might'v