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[casiavae]

“Maybe the spider lily symbolises death because just like that flower, death is so beautiful. Once someone sees it they never wish to return to the struggling life” –Casia Vae

The poem inspired by this quote of mine is—

The Red Jewel of Death-

Does ruby not have the prettiest shade of red ? So does the rose, and the intoxicating red wine, Red, the symbol of beauty, danger and also dread, But the lethal spider lily makes the colour shine. And you know what else is the scarlet charm ? It's the red liquid that can be life as well as death, Two sides of a coin, it is the beauty and harm, For the spider lily this is a metaphor so perfect. And where there is demise, the elegance follow, Like the poison of lily, hide behind its appeal, In the allure of death the hopeless ones wallow, Because of this alikeness, lily is the death’s seal. –Casia Vae

It was @lucilleambrose idea to turn it into a poem, an amazing poet and a kind person. Check out their blog, they write amazing poems.

[casiavae]

Thank you for the tag @lucilleambrose and @pyramidofchangingdestinies !!

Well tbh I don't know what inspires me. I write fantasy because I find it amazing, I write something philosophical because I find it amusing, I write about the most random things because I just get the idea randomly. Ik it sounds so stupid compared to others but you can say I am still figuring things out.

Since @sarnai4 @lucilleambrose @pyramidofchangingdestinies have already posted it then I'll tag

@shytoadsapphic @meharker and anyone who wants to join !!

Since you’re always coming up with cool prompts and all, here’s a little one for you:

Not to sound like a nosy anon but, what’s your biggest inspiration when you write? Spill the tea 🍵✍️ And tag a few folks to answer too”

Great question! Really just little pieces of my life in general. Usually people I've met and the experiences we've had. I've had a very interesting life so it's the easiest thing for me to write about. So many different ways I could word the stories, so to speak. And so many different stories. I have bits of my life I've never touched in my writing, though I would like to change that.

@moonknightmaiden @noxnightingales @peepeepoopoo3d @butwhyareyoureyessosad @nyx-tenberis @faemaril @behindstonewalls

[casiavae]

Hello there, apologies if I'm intruding. I just had a quick question regarding the writing challenge you have posted. I have written my stories but Tumblr seems to have a word limit in which I can't post any of the stories in their entirety. I have been advised by some friends of mine to open an AO3 account which is still pending for an invitation. So I wanted to ask how I could relate these stories to you. Would a google doc work? Apologies for my lack of knowledge and experience with technology and social media. Thanks in advance for your time. Lots of love.

Hello to you too !! It's perfectly fine ! Afterall the ask is open to solve any doubts.

I see, yes Google doc is perfectly fine with me !

No need to apologise, your lack of knowledge is not your fault. We all learn new things, and we are never done with learning.

You are very welcome and I thank you for participating in my writing challenge. Lots of love to you too.

[casiavae]

Let the beauty of the universe unfold, let the mind capture it, let the heart love it. There are countless things in the universe of old, some are diamonds, some are gold. Some are hidden, some exposed, they'll come at the right time as destiny is foretold. To learn from it I've been told, let your spirit wonder about it, let your soul feel it. – Casia Vae

Inspired by this painting:

[casiavae]

Hello sweetheart <3 I wish to ask you about 5 things you love about yourself and also forward this question to 10 of your followers :) spread the positivity!! So much love to you xx 🥰

Heya !! Well thanks for this dear, but I gotta think about it pretty hard...

Let's see the good thing about me would be..

1. I guess you could call it a good thing that I never hold grudges, like no matter what they do to me I just forgive easily even if someone doesn't even ask for forgiveness.

2. In a group whenever someone is left out then I am sure to include them (can this be included)

3. Anxiety aside I am very quick to forget sadness and quick to get happy.

4. Well as dumb as I can be, I can be intelligent too so yeah (always in the top five students, mostly first)

5. I understand things quickly (not social cues, talking about any concept on any topics) and I am good at explaining things too !!(I used to be the second, unofficial, working for free teacher in my school and college)

Well after thinking hard that's what I came up with....

ANYWAYS....10 tags is way too much I'll just tag @lucilleambrose @pyramidofchangingdestinies well you two already made a post about it so it's ok and

@sarnai4 @shytoadsapphic @meharker and can't think of anyone else...

[casiavae]

There are moments where the thunder reigns in my heart, Demolishing the flowers he grows in it, a mystical piece of art. The cause of all this is none other than him, his silent wail, When the ocean blue eyes of his, are filled with salty Adam's ale. – Casia Vae

[casiavae]

The oceans of stars in the galactic crowd, I stare above the sparkling inverted abyss. The vast sea of green woods, they bowed,  To the heavens and earth, an eternal bliss. The veins of earth spread throughout land, Those rivers flow, giving life to the dead. The bustling cities, nonstop they expand, Still there's isolated bakery making bread. And amidst the thousand souls out there, Mine is lost in this never ending universe. I longs for my home, for the touch of care, Hiraeth, I try to put it in my clumsy verse. – Casia Vae 

[casiavae]

Cooll !! Thanks @lucilleambrose !! That's so sweet of you 💞 uhh...10 ? I don't think I can tag 10 but here you gooo !!

@lucilleambrose @pyramidofchangingdestinies @shytoadsapphic @sarnai4 @humanconditionpoetry @lifeseenbyme

Send this to ten other bloggers you think are wonderful. keep the game going!!

Thanks so much! That's really sweet :D!

@famouslysleepy, @mer-acle, @meharker, @firinnie, @superscrub323, @abyssower, @emberphoenixisgoingtolive, @lucilleambrose, @the-archivist-14, @shouta-angstzawa

[casiavae]

A creative spark in a messy mind, creates a storm, a swirling thought. But the mindfulness I was taught, in the dilemma I find myself caught. Though I have to give it a shot, a fatal arrow to all the excuses I bought. Am I not best at being lost ? Lost in my dreams, lost in the memories a lot. I will find, I have to, a right way, a right choice from all the dreams I got. The right answer I will find, and all the time it takes, I will never mind. I will float in the space of my consciousness, for I find myself to be a cosmonaut. – Casia Vae 

[casiavae]

"He was precious, way too dear to me." "Was he gold or jewels, a treasure to see ?" "His soul was gentle for the kind folks." "Was his soul a tranquil lake near the oak ?" "His eyes were the cage for the night stars." "Did it captivate the galaxies from afar ?" "His smile did not fail to take bitter away." "The sweetness of honey did it convey ?" "His fragrance, such an intoxicated scent." "The aroma of fresh wine you meant ?" "He, the one and only, was my comfort." "Now, to tell me this, do put some effort." "What was he ? The dream, the mirage.” – Casia Vae

[casiavae]

A rose for hope and the two for love, Now thorns for the mistakes unpardon, Then the grace of the sun from above, Some space in the heart for the garden. The stems for all the emotional support, And the rain of tears, happy and woeful, A composed destiny in the celestial court, Make the garden of roses for the sinful. – Casia Vae

[casiavae]

I yearned for the love that she received, Quite differently, why are we perceived ? Don't we both possess scarlet beauty? Then why that love, I can not achieve? Then the time passed and I realized… A lovely rose she is, they all believed, Me being a spider lily, is left to grieve. – Casia Vae 

[casiavae]

Greetings to whoever has found this hidden corner of my literary blog. This is where the midnight thoughts and the dreams of the dawn take shape into the poetry and tales.

O the wonderer ! Why don't you join this humble soul ? Let us forge some tales and carve it in the heart of the reader or you can just enjoy the soundless melodies I make, with the afternoon tea and cake.

This is the place where we give birth to creativity. Let us dive into different worlds. Let us feel the wind on the serene shore and smell the fragrance of lilacs, let us taste the cookies grandma used to cook and see the tragedy unfold in front of our eyes, and all of this through the words we write.

I invite one and all. So why don't you just step in for mere seconds ?

– Yours truly,

Casia Vae

[casiavae]

@humanconditionpoetry No worries for the late reply !! And I am actually glad you like this poem but the thing is this poem is not entirely on seven deadly sins. There are various messages in there–

Lemme give a small summary.

The bell and the seven rings are just there to make the tone of the poem eerie, the actual massage is.... First the seven deadly sins, how in our society people are just driven by pride, wrath, envy, greed etc

The second is the snow white one, it's actually how we believe what we are told.

The third one is the inequality between son and daughter, how people play favouritism towards son.

The fourth one is ( in my country at least ) people think mentally ill people are sinners and they don't actually seek professional help due to such superstition.

And the last one is how the eldest and youngest are loved but people forget about the middle child.

That's all, and it's partially my mistake because I didn't make the poem clear enough 😅

Seven rings

Every once a year, once on the seventh,

Rings a bell, on the seventh of a month,

It rings seven times, for seven minutes,

The bell is in the hall, surrounded by vinet.

Each ring is for the seven deadly sin,

Each sin is engraved in the mortals skin,

Even if they are forbidden, they still rule,

Only a saint can win, this one sided dual.

Each ring is for the seven dwarfs of her,

Each dwarf is the abettor for the captivity of her,

Do people really think they are nice ?

What if for trespassing she is paying a price ?

Each ring is for the saven days of week,

Each day is the battlefield for the meek,

The last, and most cherished one is sun,

Even here the love is reserved for the son ?

Each ring is for the seven ding dongs,

Of the broken pendulum, as it longs,

Longing is for to be seen and to be fixed,

But in the normal how can a broken be mixed ?

Each ring is for only the seven planets,

The lores of them, is the enigma in net,

Where did the eighth one go ? Forgotten,

Like the middle child, in the family of rotten.

Every once a year, once on the seventh,

Rings a bell, on the seventh of a month,

It rings seven times, for seven minutes smooth,

Each ring unveil an unsettling truth.

[casiavae]

The smile of her that blooms, and in her eyes, sparkling mist looms. But… It shadows the withering flower of her soul, and the spirit burning with fumes. – Casia Vae 

[casiavae]

The soul burns with what the heart desires, But tongue utters what the mind requires, Standing on line between the cowardness and obedience, This foolish body of mine is nature's satire. – Casia Vae

[casiavae]

Seven rings

Every once a year, once on the seventh,

Rings a bell, on the seventh of a month,

It rings seven times, for seven minutes,

The bell is in the hall, surrounded by vinet.

Each ring is for the seven deadly sin,

Each sin is engraved in the mortals skin,

Even if they are forbidden, they still rule,

Only a saint can win, this one sided dual.

Each ring is for the seven dwarfs of her,

Each dwarf is the abettor for the captivity of her,

Do people really think they are nice ?

What if for trespassing she is paying a price ?

Each ring is for the saven days of week,

Each day is the battlefield for the meek,

The last, and most cherished one is sun,

Even here the love is reserved for the son ?

Each ring is for the seven ding dongs,

Of the broken pendulum, as it longs,

Longing is for to be seen and to be fixed,

But in the normal how can a broken be mixed ?

Each ring is for only the seven planets,

The lores of them, is the enigma in net,

Where did the eighth one go ? Forgotten,

Like the middle child, in the family of rotten.

Every once a year, once on the seventh,

Rings a bell, on the seventh of a month,

It rings seven times, for seven minutes smooth,

Each ring unveil an unsettling truth.