bouquet_dreams

Hold on... (from Cameo)

2009-06-22T21:41:52Z

I didn't want Mona to go...
I held her hand as the carriage pulled up to our house
and wouldn't let her go.

"Don't worry Cameo, I will be back soon with mama and papa.
Hold onto my treasure for me. I will sure to come back for it."
I told her not to go, something was wrong.
"Big brother will be there for you until I return. There's nothing to fret about."

All day, all night, I held onto her treasure.
'Because you'll be back for it.' I told myself.

But as I closed my eyes, I'd see you;
Lying on the ground, silent and forever sleeping.
I couldn't get the feeling out,
But I was cold, lost and lonely.

Days went by, and when I asked our older brother,
He told me that you, mama and papa may not be coming back.
I already knew you've left this world.

But I know you're still out there somehow, Mona,
Even if you're far away in another world now,
I know you'll be back for your treasure.

Note: This is an excerpt where Cameo is speaking. Mona is Cameo's twin sister. This also relates from the previous entry about the 'dream'.

A dream I had

2008-12-02T06:48:09Z

When I close my eyes, I feel as if I'm pulled towards a story whispered gently to my ears...

"For the longest time, I was jealous of you.
Although I was able to grow wings that could fly,
And travel the distances beyond what you'd manage in a lifetime,
I still felt I was a trapped little bird in its cage,
All this time.

But now I think I can set those feelings free.
Because after all these years spent near your side being envious,
I realized that the one who was suffering the most,
Was actually you.

You will never hear it,
You just won't see it,
You may never even feel it,
But still, I want to let you know,
I'll be there to protect you."

The Witch Lady

2008-11-18T21:24:37Z

Lately there have been rumors that a mysterious woman, dressed of the various hues of the darkness, wanders around the area...

I really need to stop staying by my windowsill; it is as I'm always waiting for something to arrive... something. Perhaps this time is to catch something, verify something, witness something. I suppose this time around it was to confirm the rumor, the rumor of the Witch Lady. It didn't take long until our eyes met, and perhaps I was momentary drawn into the darkness or even hell itself as she gazed back up at me with her poisonous eyes.

Somehow she seemed... familiar.
A long lost memory perhaps?
Her expression... reminds me of something,
Like a long lost memory.

Am I seeing things again?

Courage - Part 1

2008-05-14T02:33:46Z

I've been meaning to meet Hector to return his paper. But I feel so small, afraid and timid when I think of walking up to his door. Instead, I kept staring at his house for the last few days from across my window... wondering when I'd have enough courage to greet him. However, today, I will muster that courage I've worked up and reach over to that beautifully white door and ring that bell... I just... need to pull it...

I suddenly hear a giggle...

I couldn't help but to move by the side fence and peer into his garden. There was a girl with pure white hair playing. Or was it two that I saw?

Scatter Brain

2008-05-02T01:57:59Z

I often stare down to the streets below me. Sometimes I wander on the very streets hoping to meet that stranger. I've long missed his tender eyes that captivated my attention since months ago. Where did he go?

Perched over shuffling papers, I've found him again. I asked if he needed any help but he quickly mumbled something while stuffing the rest of the papers in his arms and hurried off. Before I could get his attention on his last missing page, he was out of sight. I picked up the piece of paper left on the dusty streets... it was part of a symphony it seems. Along with the carefully hand-inked music notes I noticed, "Hector... is that his name?".

Side note: The piece of music he's holding is Hector Berlioz's Symphonie Fantastique which in the future will relate more to the story. And yes, that's who he's named after if you haven't noticed yet =)

Childhood Stories II [Tales of the Incomplete]

2008-02-05T15:30:08Z

There seems to be a "Romeo and Juliet" story in every world and time. In my world and time it was called "Tales of the Incomplete". It was about a demon and an angel falling in love despite they both knew it shouldn't be this way. Years past as they kept their love a secret and resulted two children; both an angel and a demon but neither to the world. Unsure what to do with them, they've tried to hide them on a island on earth to avoid being discovered.

But you know how these things go, they rarely ever succeed. This love was soon discovered on both ends which lead to how their daughters now guard the Sub-Rosa garden. As the story goes, their parents were erased of their memories and were to live the remainder of their life as mortals on earth while their children were to guard the Sub-Rosa garden as they were never accepted in both Heaven and Hell.

The love they had from their parents were incomplete, forgotten by punishment.
The place where they may have belonged was incomplete, unfit for either world.
The garden they kept was incomplete, for it was home to souls which themselves,
Complete the Tales of the Incomplete.

The man below

2008-01-28T04:30:21Z

There was some noise out my window this morning as I combed my hair. I looked out the street yet to meet eyes with a handsome man rustling in his curtains...

I'm sure that's where he lives but I'm not sure now that I think about it. Perhaps that's why he looks lost? I wonder when he actualy moved in?

Why have I not noticed him until today?

The last gift...

2008-01-23T00:05:19Z

I was going through my little box of trinkets today and I've stumbled upon a heart-shapped silver locket. It was one of the many gifts from my dear grandmother, in fact, the last one before she was taken away from this world.

She used to explain death to me as being taken away to angels or demons depending on if you were good or bad. Then you'd be brought to the Sub-Rosa Garden and they'd stay there for three days and three nights to recollect your thoughts before the angel or demon would come back to get you for your final judgement on what will happen to your soul 'next life'.

It was far too complex for me when I was a little girl; I related it to a trip to Aunt Susie's on Thursday afternoons where my mother would bring me there and often return with food in her arms. Being the cheeky girl I was, I'd ask her if I could hold the apples in hopeing I could snatch one to eat on the way home. But everytime she said I was too small and gave me the little box of tomatoes instead because they were lighter. Urgh, how I hated them, it was a nightmare when the tomatoes sat on my plate at the dinner table.

I wondered, "But Karma will come and save you, for all the good you've done has bound to come back right?" "Karma is either good or bad, it just is." As someone once told me. And now that I look at it, perhaps, it's true. Perhaps despite the tomatoes appearing on my dinner plate shouldn't have been such a nightmare at all; nor was ment to be a blessing to anyone. It's just *there*... right?

This entry is in the memory of a dear councellor that just passed away last week due to cancer. He's also been such a friend when I felt I was alone and tried to have me accept the things the way they are because that's how they are. Sidenote I just wanted to add the tomatoes because he often told me that if he ate tomatoes they'd trigger nightmares for him and I wanted a part of my story close to him since he had helped me to grow further as a person. Rest in peace Mr. D'Almeida, I was hopeing to talk to you again in the future but I suppose that's just how life is and it's not about being fair or not all the time, and by what I've heard it sounds like you've truely taken it that way to the very end.

Childhood Stories I

2008-01-21T19:05:50Z

I remember the many days I've spent with my grandmother sitting by the fireplace and listening to her tell me the stories of angels and demons. I was quite indulged by them back then, so much I wanted to be part of their world. Although as time passed by, my parents reassured me that it was nothing but fiction, a story, a tale, yet deep in my own heart I knew it was out there; only it was untouchable to mankind.

"What if I was an angel? What would it be like to fly?" I often thought to myself when I was a little girl. "Or maybe a demon? What kind of things would I be doing now?" I'd close my eyes and dream of the land of clouds with tall glistening castles and a dark forest deep down below in the earth; all veiled to the eyes of the humans. And I'd be sitting in between them both. Where? In the Sub-Rosa Garden of course!

After the many stories told and some passing by over Sub-Rosa Garden, I had to ask my grandmother: "What IS the Sub-Rosa Garden?". In short, she told me this:

The realm of no evil or good,
There the Sub-Rosa Garden stood.
Flourished with angelic weeds and bearing sinfully tasting fruits,
There judgment are regrown from the roots.

I never quite understood it myself... not completely anyways.

Profiles at Prologue

2008-01-21T17:05:53Z

Entities of this Life

Writer/ Author/ Daydreamer
[Doll in photo is just a head hoax!]

There aren't many specifics that are known about this person except that she's female and perhaps a daydreamer that loves to indulge herself in tales of beings of other worlds.

Hector
[Luts Sr. Delf Ethan]

A young man living in the same quaint town as the writer. The writer often observes him from afar from her windowsill. He plays the piano localy and composes on the side. He is currently taking care of his younger sister, Cameo.

[Image Pending]
Cameo
[Volks MSD-F18]

Hector's younger sister. She rarely speaks and mostly wanders around the house and garden. She does however, leave a strong sense of presence when she is around.

Entities of Heaven and Hell
Heaven

Alida : The little winged one
[NS Tenshi Volks Yo-SD Anne]
A young angel that loves to play instead of attending to her assigned angel tasks (but somehow still gets them done eventually). She often visits the Sub-Rosa Garden to speak with Clover. Seems to have some kind of connection involving Hector's family.

Hell
[Image pending]
Lilith: Dark angel
[NS Moded Tenshi Volks Yo-SD Papi]
A young angel that gave up in the duties of Heaven in order to pursue a more 'adventurous' purpose to her afterlife. Despite she does carry some duties for Hell, she only does it if it interests her. She doesn't really have any evil intentions/plans and isn't considered to be an evil entity.

Guardians of the Sub-Rosa Garden

Clover: The bearer of fortune
[DOC Twing-key]
Second twin daughter of the 'Forbidden pair'. Her and her sister Ivy were casted to guard the Sub-Rosa Garden since either of them have distinct characteristics to carry out tasks as an angel or a demon. She confides a lot in Alida mostly because interest to Hector.

[Image fix pending]
Ivy: The vines of action
[DOC Tender Bee-A (illusion)] --> [Female Delf Vamp Lu-Wen]
First twin daughter of the 'Forbidden pair'. Her and her sister Ivy were casted to guard the Sub-Rosa Garden since either of them have distinct characteristics to carry out tasks as an angel or a demon.