| Above all shadows rides the Sun|
And stars forever dwell:
I will not say my day is done,
Nor bid the stars farewell
Samwise the Stout-hearted ladies and gentlemen <3
|A poem based around my life through high-functioning autism, so please consider yourself time reading this to understand and accept|
Words - POEM -WordsWords - POEM - by Ranki-Chee
Hide in the crowd,
Take a deep breath,
In and out, in and out
All that matters.
They tumble before me,
Stuttered gasps and sighs.
Whispers from my soul,
Colours of grey
Of dresses, suits and ties.
My stumbling phrases
With no pain no gain.
My acting voice;
I want to live again.
Scramble like Scrabble,
Some don’t fit.
Write it down,
Pen or pencil,
Scrunch it, ball it
Throw it in the bin.
Walk against the crowd.
In this street, this town
I see faces,
Crease with bitter frowns.
I ponder, I wander
Inside this grey maze,
An empty void
Draining common sense
In this dense space.
All these words
Are never useful,
They’re a bitter sore.
But I will smile,
And escape with fears
I never had before.
The Final Term - Chapter TwoChapter Two:The Final Term - Chapter Two by Ranki-Chee
A Simple Kay
10:15am, and the class finishes. I watch the fellow students rise from their seats and file towards the door. Steve packs up his book into his satchel, his head bobbing up and down in between intervals. The last of the students leave into the door. I glance down at my notebook open before me, before closing it and packing it away into my saddlebag. I rise from my seat, stretching my arms out.
Melissa makes her way to the door, following Steve. Her bag slung over her shoulders. She stops and turns back at me.
‘Are you coming to short break before art class, Scott?’ she asks.
‘Sure,’ I nod, ‘Actually, you go along. I have some books to return at the library.’
‘Okay, see you later.’
I sling the strap over my shoulder, the weight of the books heave me down. I heave a
The Final Term - Chapter OneChapter One:The Final Term - Chapter One by Ranki-Chee
First day of term
The brown saddlebag, tattered and worn ever since first year lies on the arm of the sofa in the living room, packed with notebooks and stationary tools, stains of oil pastels, red and green. I glance down at it with vacant eyes. It sits here, ready to go for the first day of the final college term. The sound of water tinkers in my ears. Mum is washing the crockery and cutlery, breakfast was finished. Dad has already left for work out in town. The smell of roses lingers from the window outside the garden. The air of late spring is faintly humid. I’m ready for the start of the last term. It’s late April.
‘I’m off to college, mum.’ I call.
‘Okay, Scott.’ replies mum, smiling tenderly.
I glance back down at the brown saddlebag still sitting motionless, lifeless, on the arm of the sofa of the living room. A sma
Lighthouse LighthouseLighthouse by Ranki-Chee
Standing atop the cliff
Under a vast indigo sky,
The wind billows,
And swirls around so high.
The sea ripples, it trickles
Below the spot you stand.
A deep blue hue
Creeping over pebbles and sand.
Billions of lights
Ablaze with flames,
Light the edge of the sky.
And waves they shimmer.
The moon beams down,
White horses rise,
Full speed in flight.
You look lonely
Standing tall and firm,
Lost, no longer needed,
At broken rocks and pools.
Jagged edges, razor sharp
Ready to tear
Apart fragile crafts.
Your light, it flatters
To compete against
The natural brilliance
Of nature’s eternal enlightenment.
One of a billion lights,
One, revolving, resilient
Lost in the dark
Like the homing star you are.
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'Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere.' - Carl Sagan
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Ranki (or Chee from some people xDD) is at your service! My real name is Emily =w=
I'm 22 years old and am currently home-studying for a Creative Writing degree of the Open University. I'm half-way through the degree for the two remaining courses (which are creative writing) until graduation!
So yeah, I'm an amateur writer, currently writing stories around my characters, including the lovable Scott Suoh and his friend, Allyssa, his twin Toby, and many others. One day these stories will be published through my own heart and soul. :3
If you don't know this already (then you should now), but I have high-functioning autism and was diagnosed it when I was 3. I'm not afraid to admit it with truth and honesty. I also have Fragile X Syndrome.
I may not be the best of talking face-to-face, because of my condition and that I am shy and socially introverted (though talking to people I very know like my family, that's not a problem for me...). But mostly I make the most of my condition on trying to be as creative as most talented artists... I just like to be appreciated, but you don't always need to appreciate me
I would also consider myself being celibate too.
However I'm friendly enough to say hi. So don't be afraid to post a comment on my page or on my arts here, but please be fair and keep it clean Because one thing I strongly disagree on is bullying and disrespect, especially on my autism!
But I appreciate your patronage on viewing my arts. Thank you and have a nice day