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I'm an Organic Chemistry and Biochemistry Nerd. I am a classically-trained pianist and organist. I'm a poet, I write religious and satirical poems. I also right few short stories. I'm also a manga artist. I do some portraits and some media arts. I like to watch classical, historical and thriller movies. I also like animated films. I love documentations (I am a discovery channel fan). I love the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Dame Agatha Christie, Thomas Harris, William Butler Yeats, Edgar Allan Poe, Charles Dickens, Silverstein etc. I love snakes and I'm thinking of buying a ball python someday.

I'm a Catholic. I love God. - Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind.

"Truth shall set you free. But it will first piss you off." :)

Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Red Roses (Short Story. NOT YET FINISHED) by Danielle Que -21

“She did this! Hah! I knew it! Patricia, darling, never underestimate that ‘un. Very vile!”, Erzebeth ranted while gathering the silky curtains to the side exposing the vibrant 7 am sun.

“ Mother must you wake me up this early? You’ve gone mad!”

“Not mad dear! Angry! I knew it from the very first time I laid my eyes on that spinster!”

“Will you cut if off. I’ll hear the rest when I’m fully awake.” Patricia drew the blanket up covering her face much to the annoyance of her mother.

“Why did I deserve all of these? You ungrateful child! Better be up after 10 minutes!”

“Mother! Just go out and do something instead of bothering me!”

Erzebeth slammed the door shut and Patricia was left alone still with half-closed eyes peering through the blankets checking if her mother had gone out. She just doesn’t understand why old women go insane about flowers and they go madly insane after noticing a single bud been cut off by some neighbor. She had to listen to her mother’s useless word of the day rants for an hour at the breakfast table. Erzebeth notices about everything and complains almost about everything! Patricia's much the opposite, she, being satisfied by what she have and doesn’t have. Her father always ignored Erzebeth every time she babbled about things that are not even, in human terms, very relevant. She has to bear with it until she graduates college and finally settling on her own.

“Hah! Did you see her face?”, her mother said in joy while sipping her cup of coffee. “That woman! She knew that I knew!”

“Mother. Please not today. You’ve been blowing out pile of worthless air about Amanda since yesterday.”

“If she had not cut my pretty red roses I would have been nice to her! You know that Patricia! I’m nice! But some tend to be the kind that takes your nice attitude for granted!”

“For God’s sake she just lost her sister! Give her a break mother!”

“She lost Felicia three months ago. She must have gotten over it already and decided to sell my roses! Poor me!”

Unbelievable! Her mother was so unbelievably emotionless! Patricia nearly choked by what she had said. Good thing she has higher tolerance compared to that of her mother. Erzebeth was a prodigal daughter. She was born into a rich family who spoiled her with stuffs. Luckily, Patricia’s father never had second thoughts upon marrying women like Erzebeth. Patricia noticed her father approaching and carefully lifted the fork to her mouth.

“What is it this time darling!”, Ramon Rodriguez asked after hearing all that has been said.

“Can you believe it! That woman! And my roses! My poor roses!”

“Aren’t you just being childish my dear?”

“Childish you say? Tell that to your daughter.”

Ramon’s eyes turned towards Patricia who continued on eating. He just let out a heavy sigh and started to eat.

“Must you worry with such small things?”

“How could I not Ramon? They’re my babies!”

“You can grow them easily!”

“Easily you say? Men! Men are only talk! They don’t know anything about women!”

Patricia stared at her mother, “Don’t include me with the women you’re talking about. Please.”

“You cold brat!”, her mother displayed a very displeased look on her face. “Having such kind!”

“Hush you two it’s breakfast. You can argue after this. I must first go to work.”

“You’re crazy Ramon! Look at your daughter! Not respecting me!”

“I’m sorry but I still have school. I’ll go first.”, Patricia got up quickly and walked away leaving her mother astonished by her attitude.

“Look at that! You’re so easy Ramon! Very easy!”

“Stop that Erzabeth! Jesus it’s early in the morning and you have to sound like a train!”

“Look at both of you! Much alike! Suit yourselves!”. Erzebeth got up furiously dropping the table napkin on the table.

Ramon just ignored her wife’s childishness. He always loved her and understood her attitude. Erzebeth is really nice once you dig deeper into her personality, her tastes and even her dislikes. At times her temper easily snaps and she would be this totally different person. He just stared at her daughter while walking away the dining room. It must have been hard for Patricia who had always been very humble despite the fact that she was to become the heiress of the company. His thoughts went deeply. Or was it that she doesn’t really want to run the company after he dies? Patricia was always mature for her age. She can’t be easily read, but Ramon always understood what her daughter wants, and he had to deal with it even if it means that Patricia, his only daughter, has to quit the family business.

**TO BE CONTINUED

Friday, 23 December 2011

The Worshipper by Danielle Que -21



Intrepid soul, in eternal lust
Of ever loyal faith and love
Her nails perforate, dug deeply
Deeper and deeper, down
It goes
Impinging every bones
She scowled, her intimidating voice
In this vast bareness
Her soul tightly clutched
On mid-air’s
Fragrant succulent youth
Ever dauntless panache
This cold misanthropic maiden

Thursday, 22 December 2011

The Queen by Danielle Que -21

Mother was I not the queen
Long before you had been?
White satin across my chest
And velvet suit for my dearest

White flowers around my head
Silver blanket for my royal bed
Icy storm whenever I walk
A nightingale whenever I talk

Red carpet towards my throne
A nymph to every single dawn
Golden casket for my father
Silky red gown for my daughter

Mother it must be me
Whom you made the world see
A queen before you had been one
Whose head rested your crown.

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

The Black Lake by Danielle Que -21


Lay the maiden’s flowers on the road
Her toes gliding along with her silk
The fiery rubies and cardinals warble
Swans in saltation, her sanctuaries tilt
Rest unfold here, maiden, with your light
Old peaceful stars that had grown deep
Let them eat your lonely fate and time
As you sink with the flowers beneath
Let your hair be your life and stillness
And your silk be your coffin and chamber
Let the lake sink beneath with you
And wrap your hands with its leather
Oh maiden be! This time, a holy saint
Hidden throughout the autumn year
Where black silk and flowers die alive
With the lake and its Godly sheer.

Colourless by Danielle Que -21

When souls dance to an acrid tune
Up they fly, down they go
Their skirts, all blades in iron shine
Their halos trailing spineless time
Its richness in colour, pearly white
Rising above, higher and higher
And lust runs over the common night
Out, a lover, a foolish wanderer
When death’s chariot is around
And these souls plunge beneath
Just one acrid tune! These souls abound!
They rise, their skirts scintillate
Up they fly, down they go
Till the lover is safe and sound
Vulnerable, dense and love-stricken
All the more, they ease around.

Angel's Tongue by Danielle Que -21

Angel’s tongue unto those who seek

Gentle shadows upon the right hand

Where forsaken storms tame and meek

The houses of frailness over the land

Oh let this white graze of truth become

A man’s light of holiness and taste

Rest the blunt unmoved angel’s tongue

Be not the soul with immoral hate

Let may it calm and soothe desires

No matter what these souls meet

Death as covenant and life as prize

To a heart that God had breathed.