:..: When the Wind Blows :..:

Also Known As Raikua's Bio

Age: Eighteen. I like to think I'm middle-aged though, for some reason. I bet when I'm fifty I'll wish I'm fifteen.

Gender: Well, last time I checked I was female. So, I'm guessing I still am, unless I have been hit with a gender-bending ray from the plant Zormufiche. In the rare case that hapens, please, do panic.

Hobbies: Staring at things, writing, and reading, I guess.

Element: A few weeks ago, I decided if I sudddenly turned into an inanimate object I'd be the wind. Really, it's wonderful to go out on a spring day and run in the wind as it plays with your hair. I think it'd be nice to fly in the wind, but I learned the hard way a long time ago that humans just can't physically fly. I can mentally though...

And I guess if I were an actual element, I'd be Beryllium. Don't know what it is exactly, but the name sounds nice.

:..: Poems :..:

:Rainbow-Red:

Ah! Raikua has written another depressing and/or weird poem. No, I've written another two depressing and/or weird poems. Rainbow-Red is a poem about a stalker...stalking. And Hollow, Hallow, is about the same stalker stalking and spouting random nonsense that perhaps isn't very random nonsense when you think about it for a bit.

:Black Rhapsody:

What to do if you're an oblivious non-human stuck with the world's most boring job? Why, you try to get yourself kidnapped and embark on a marvellous quest to save the world, with the help of your ever optimistic vampire friend and wise Faerie mentor, from the clutches of the evil sorceress Meisinga.

But there's only one problem. Panja didn't want to get kidnapped, his quest is rather bizarre and obscure, Narith would rather kill himself than say something cheery, Rose isn't very wise at all, and Meisinga doesn't really seem to want to take over the world. It doesn't help either that he has no idea what's going on, and the few who do won't tell him.

So what do you do?

:.To Break a Heart of Ice.:

Yes. Sometimes poems make sense. Sometimes poems don't make any sense at all. This one is in between. A lady loves a man, but does she really? He loves the lady, but can he love at all? She just wants to make him happy, but she's just using him for her own selfish reasons. I wish I knew what was going on. This was originally going to be part of one of the mini-poems that were going to be in Black Rhapsody, but instead of being about my dear vampire being watched by his friend,but it went all strange and evolved into this thingy that seems to be from Alexandria's point of view.

:.Is It The Shadows?.:

This come on the spur of a moment, and I really, really like this poem. It's a sort of companion piece to another poem of mine "To Break A Heart Of Ice." Just imagine that the gentleman in it got a bit fed up with the lady and he starts to go a bit insane. I'd put it with the other poem, but it does a fairly good job of standing on it's own, unlike the Rainbow-Red series that I'll work on eventually. Anyway, this is one of my favourite poems that I have written. Go read it. It's new.

:..: More Coming Soon:..: