tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47717117572253246562024-02-09T00:33:06.569+08:00Not Always Your Average Once Upon a Time...Oliviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09178612632816477025noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771711757225324656.post-19594348967618496332011-03-01T19:46:00.002+08:002011-03-01T19:47:21.659+08:00Hiatus<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I apologise for the hiatus! I've been extremely busy over the past few months but have recently acquired some spare time! Thanks for the patience!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">That Wordy Writer</span>Oliviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09178612632816477025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771711757225324656.post-29890097280280374432010-10-24T14:55:00.000+08:002010-10-24T14:55:25.798+08:00The Warm Room<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", "serif";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #7f6000;">As sunlight filters through the bright vermillion curtains, the walls glimmer in the summer light. I see the sun through the curtains beaming like a firefly set high in the cerulean sky. The rays spread to the deep burgundy floor, which shimmers in the sun. My toes capture the warmth, which floods steadily through my body like humidity. My bed, entranced by daylight’s rays, seems to smile at my wardrobe, as a drowsy sunbather might do on a temperate day out of the sun. Minute particles of dust waft in and out of view like dancing, glittery fairies, very much alive for their daytime parties. Photographs on the wall, though some cracked, many a tie caught me reminiscing over times now lost, though memories staying fresh incessantly, never decaying. My loved ones in the picture seemed to call out to me in tender, yet inaudible words. They too seemed at ease basking in the majestic sun’s beam. </span></span></span></div>Oliviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09178612632816477025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771711757225324656.post-30066282909336761422010-10-23T19:57:00.000+08:002010-10-23T19:57:45.256+08:00The Rose<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-SG;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #073763;">I don’t remember a lot of things; usually I cannot help but be clutched by the whittling hands of life. Sometimes when I sit perfectly still and trick myself into a soft slumber, my dreams swiftly manage to escort me away from my weary life to places where the memories that I can never grasp are born.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-SG;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #073763;">In my dreams I may visit a lush though overgrowing garden, deep in the crevices of May. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The amber sun bores heartily on my back as I explore the garden. I lean over the harlequin grass to move the messy thorns with such care not to harm myself, I spy an object of such beauty that not even the garden’s excitements could not compare. As a larger quantity of thorn-ridden branches fall clumsily to the grass, something amidst the tiny alcove where the thorns were sparkles. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-SG;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #073763;">Such an object would be found being sculpted by angels in the depths of heaven; it’s a rose.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-SG;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #073763;">The rose shimmers as I reach out to caress one of the seemingly everlasting rose petals. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-SG;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #073763;">To touch the cerise petal would have the same effect as if you were to stroke a dove’s feather. I look back to my hands and gander at what they have become; the rose’s angelic magic had gently wafted away from the petals onto my hand. I could see other beatific glitter which was lightly floating away in the wind to other pastures, much further away, perhaps some with roses that were as blue as an impossible moon emitting a serene ultramarine. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-SG;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Surrounded by thoughtful, tranquil scenes, the depth of my slumber intensified...</span></span></div>Oliviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09178612632816477025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771711757225324656.post-18896511285355333412010-10-21T23:27:00.002+08:002010-10-22T20:42:02.675+08:00Meaningful Senselessness<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">All excitements and mysteries of life</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">It can be ever-changing in such ways</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Like a south sun drowning in a north sky</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Or autumn leaves fading into slate grey</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Two roses locking to intertwine</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">A live crimson fire blazing bashful blue</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">The jolt of nerves when your fond eyes meet mine</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Catching you dreaming, if only he knew.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">A book to read containing absent text</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Days when the sun glistens and the moon burns</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">When mirrors show what is to happen next</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Perfected talent while much more to learn.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Memories blowing in and out of mind</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Staying as true as a book with no bind. </span></span></span></div>Oliviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09178612632816477025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771711757225324656.post-85184557615750987932010-10-20T23:06:00.003+08:002010-10-22T01:06:47.452+08:00Thoughtful Reminiscing<div align="left" class="Style1" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">Whenever life discovers time and a place</span></span></span></div><div align="left" class="Style1" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">I think back to days when you were around</span></span></span></div><div align="left" class="Style1" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">You’re smiling back at me in your embrace</span></span></span></div><div align="left" class="Style1" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">Your heartbeat was the only lucid sound.</span></span></span></div><div align="left" class="Style1" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">How did you make the sun surface each day?</span></span></span></div><div align="left" class="Style1" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">Your laugh? Your words? Your carefulness to me?</span></span></span></div><div align="left" class="Style1" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">Oh, it was how you made my life seem gay.</span></span></span></div><div align="left" class="Style1" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">I know it was wrong to have set you free.</span></span></span></div><div align="left" class="Style1" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">How could I ever know if it was true?</span></span></span></div><div align="left" class="Style1" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">And did we really give our love a chance?</span></span></span></div><div align="left" class="Style1" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">It breaks my heart because I still love you</span></span></span></div><div align="left" class="Style1" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">You never give me a short second glance.</span></span></span></div><div align="left" class="Style1" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">Whenever life discovers place and a time</span></span></span></div><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I think back to the days when you were mine.</span></span>Oliviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09178612632816477025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771711757225324656.post-72789640940215084362010-10-19T19:56:00.000+08:002010-10-19T19:56:59.264+08:00"To write or not to write, that is the question."- A quote by Shakespeare.<br />
Well sort of. <br />
It seems like the kind of thing he might of said. <br />
Especially if we were best friends.<br />
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Heyy everyone, this is That Wordy Writer! <br />
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After about 10 years of writing and writing whatever creative piece came to mind, I finally decided to post something every few days, whether it's a a part of a story, a poem or lyrics that I have made, it's all here for you guys!<br />
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If you like this blog, please check back :) I've worked really hard on everything here, and although sometimes everything I write may not be accurate, please try to enjoy yourself anyway :)<br />
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Well, I guess that's all for now!<br />
Have fun reading!!<br />
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P.S. I worked really hard on everything here, so if you could refrain from clicking the copy button, I would be very grateful :)Oliviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09178612632816477025noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771711757225324656.post-40746209025009486002010-10-19T13:14:00.002+08:002010-10-22T01:06:12.557+08:00Imprisonment<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 128.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Locked away in chains forever it seems</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 128.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Full of fury to whomever may pass</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 128.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Abandonment of hope in all my dreams</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 128.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">The feelings come and go but never last</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 128.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Break loose in thoughts that may or may not come</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 128.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Aspire to desires of freedom</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 128.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Now destroy the chains and come undone</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 128.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Run young in the gardens of your kingdom</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 128.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">I scream savage words, even in my prayers</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 128.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">They go unwatched and unaccounted for</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 128.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Watch as my grasp on life now starts to tear</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 128.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">My chains wistfully drop to the floor</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 128.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Held back in chains forever it appears</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 128.25pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Cannot the stone be melted by my tears?</span></span></span></div>Oliviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09178612632816477025noreply@blogger.com2