#ladylazarus.txt

[opes-magnas]

hello! we're planning on creating a general writing taglist to notify people of when we write our poems and release our wips.

as much as we're extremely grateful for all those who've been supporting us and reading our work, (all of you mean a lot to us, we're pretty creepy and remember your urls!!) we feel as though some of our work is slightly unnoticed sometimes due to its unfortunate rarity. (we apologize for the erratic pattern of releasing content!) and voila, the idea of creating a general taglist emerged!

kindly interact with this post (by commenting) or send in an ask/dm to be part of it!

spreading love,

calypso and lady lazarus.

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Orenda.

1/4 of the series!! Enjoy~

Check out the rest here.

Listen to the ost for the best experience!

~Lady Lazarus

Fate and its mythical ways

Remain unknown to mortals till this day

Nobody knows how it weaves our lives

With whom it decides to intertwine it with

And whom it decides to cut links with

It has done a pretty good pursuit of veiling its demeanour

To an extent which led us to question its existence sometimes

When plans go awry, we blame it on fate

When happiness booms we bow down to fate

When we wake up every day without breath being snuffed out of us

We thank the fate

We think the pathway of our life is out of our hands, out of our reach

Resting in the fragile and probably senile hands of fate

But, tragedy is we grow old too soon and become wise too late

Let me whisper a secret, something known to angels

Apart from being given the gift of life and kiss of death

The fate holds nothing over us

It only ordains infnite possibilities of what could happen

But the magic of fate lies within us

The dwimmer of Orenda swells within us

Bestowing upon us a great gift, something that can’t be seen

Which empowers you to guide the hand of fate on the roads you yearn to travel

Lead the fngers of fate to brew happiness for those around you

But you ask, how do I lure this elusive pixie?

The enigma is quite simple

Not your faux charity or haughty intelligence

But unselfsh acts of kindness to others

Makes you potent enough

To bend the mighty fate and call upon

The power of Orenda into you

[opes-magnas]

Catastrophic Ardor

He walked in, a grey flannel thrown over a stark white shirt Like clouds enveloped over a gloomy sky tinged with orange His shoes thumped against the floor matching the beats of my heart His silky smooth glistening hair made my heart flutter

My eyes couldn’t stop looking into his, Those emeralds, even though dull hypnotized me His gaze wavered towards me, sensing my obvious gestures Gave a light smile before burying his head back into work I knew I had to get him

I tailed behind him into a dark, moody café Touched his shoulder and pretended to be surprised But what benumbed me was his promise to another Yet, I wasn’t willing to let that be an encumbrance to my yearning

Sipping the light foam deliberately, Politely remarking how the weather was and not leaving any hint of my conspicuous desire His hands stretched across to gently wipe out the sugary brewed caffeine across my lips And let it be there before pulling away

Walked hand in hand into a jet black alley He spurned me against the wall, before taking a lock of my hair and tucking it behind my ear Pecked at my forehead before whispering in my ears I can’t do this.

A perfectly normal morning, Sun shining, birds chirping and the clouds crying over me Before it was spun around and jilted Leaving a hole in my heart, that can be sealed only by one

Life, a puzzling thing, yet so dazzling Very divine and filled with vivid memories, I know it’s unrivalled worth and unprecedented joy Yet this dark cloud settles over, not willing to leave And intense desire to snuff the breath out of her I can’t live without him, and he’s held captive

Bending my head over in between my legs, I lie wait for them in water, hear their muffled voices Light tears through the room, as she looks in the sauna, I plunge at her with all the anger I could muster

All I can remember last, Him plunging the dagger right through my heart, looking me right in the eye And killing the miracle of life in me

~ Lady Lazarus

(Inspired from ‘ Fatal Attraction’ and is sort of in Alex Forrest’s perspective)

[opes-magnas]

Oh! Bluebird.

3/4 of the series!! Enjoy~

Check out the rest here.

Listen to the ost for the best experience!

~Lady Lazarus

Running in the hallway, running towards death

Arms wide open hitting the walls and all the marble statues

Hair up in a halo of darkness swirling in testy waters

Feet wincing in pain at all the bumps it hits at the edges

I look back, everyone with open arms, beckoning me to them

My body repulses at the sight of their glassy smiles

Shivering down to the very edge of my humanity

In the room, as I enter, the curtains sway to wrap me

In an embrace of death

The doors slam behind me, shutting me in my mind

Letting me rot in the my grave of thinking

Windows shatter the glass into shards

Sending them flying towards my paper heart

The Spindler screeches on the turtable

The songs plays, as I press my palms to my head

Tuning out every sound in this bereaving oblivion

But the octaves hit a note that even my hearts beats to

To which these salty rivers of mine dance to

As they descend in madness

They pull me out of this desolate room

I don’t know how they got through the doors of hell

That were garrisoning me

How did they break through the forces of the devil himself?

To take me from his clutches

Free me from the cauldron of oil I was taking a bath in

Pouring it over my head, drop by drop

How did they stop me from eating the fruit in Kora’s garden?

Am I really free though?

They put me back in that room, a room of my mind

Not knowing that could lead me back to

The pits of fres raging to kill

But something is different, something is different

Why are there daisies instead of red chrysanthemums I had frmly placed by the window?

The curtains beckon me to dance with them, the windows sway to the sound

Of the same Spindler scratching away

This time I don’t close my ears to it

I listen, and my heart beats the same rhythm

My tears cascade in the same curves

And my feet move in patterns I never knew

And I look outside the window, and see something that was never there

Till now

The blue bird perched across the sill, flapping its wings at me

Flying towards

I try to run, away and away

But the bluebird is everywhere

And I hear the song in a distant echo, the song to which I once winced

Now it only springs the blood in me

To new heights of madness

Pure insanity

Te beats of which my mind resonates to

To which I succumb

And on my tiptoes, I raise myself with hands stretching towards the sky

Dancing to the song I cried to

[opes-magnas]

17 Questions, 17 People

Thank you for tagging us @shinesundark!!

Disclaimer: We’re two people, this is going to be VERY messy.

Nickname:

Calypso: nutella, nathu la, lang tang la, baralacha la (these are himalayan mountain passes btw),, LITERALLY ANYTHING THAT ENDS WITH 'la'

Lady L: N.R.I

Zodiac:

Calypso: Capricorn

Lady L: Sagittarius

Height:

Calypso: 1.63 m

Lady L: 1.7 m

Hogwarts House:

Calypso: Ravenclaw

Lady L: Gryffindor

Last thing I googled:

Calypso: ....oil prices.... don't ask why

Lady L: John F. Kennedy for the 100th time

Song stuck in my head:

Calypso: I listened to this man sing numbers up to 100, yes that

Lady L: willow by taylor swift

Number of followers: We love all 10 of you

Amount of sleep:

Calypso: idk her

Lady L: 5-6 hours

Lucky numbers:

Calypso: 16

Lady L: 9

Dream job:

Calypso: Law

Lady L: Astrophysicist

Favourite author:  wait you people can choose?

Favourite instrument:

Calypso: Guitar cause that's the only one i can play

Lady L: I like ALL.

Aesthetic:

Calypso: Pastel! ( i forced lady l into our blog theme)

Lady L: Dark Academia

(we're like two different people but we just vibe with each other,, like plants)

Favourite song:

Calypso: rn, it's pinwheel by seventeen

Lady L: Cinnamon Girl by Lana Del Rey

Favourite animal sound:

Calypso: once a lot of birds chirped near my house and i experienced happiness

Lady L: Birds too!

Random:

Calypso: I'd rather die than stop complaining about that one time Lady L decided to take 20 years out of my lifespan by pretending to be a stalker.

Lady L: I am woken up the noises of hundreds of pigeons every. single. morning. I hate them.

tagging: @kaavijournals, @the-writing-avocado, @spriteeeeee and anyone else who wants to join!

~ Lady Lazarus & Calypso <3

[opes-magnas]

Child of Darkness.

I used to be scared of the night

Scared of the secrets that darkness held

Afraid of the uncertainty of the unseen

Petrified of monsters, clowns and ghosts of past

Scared for my life and scarred forever

I didn’t know what life was

I didn’t know what life meant and what to do with

I didn’t know how it was to live

Yet I wanted to live

Afraid that the  darkness seeping in would end that

I would shut my eyes tight, waiting for my saviour

But,  when did that change?

When did I stop caring to live?

When did I stop desisting the night and its horrors?

When did I become a child of the darkness?

The monsters weren’t visible

Stopped looking under the bed

Behind the door, in the reflections of the tap

In that pale, shiny thing I saw something unlike me

Oh, when did I become that monster?

~Lady Lazarus

[opes-magnas]

About Us

We are a duo from India who love writing!

We are minors. Anything we find suspicious or unsafe will be reported and blocked. We do not tolerate hate speech of any kind.

Hi! I’m Calypso. 

She/Her. ENFJ.

Made of 10% chocolate and 90% crap.

I like soft colours and cold mornings.

kpop stan. taylor swift stan. disney stan. anime stan. PJO stan. harry potter stan. gravity falls stan. i stan everthing. i am the stan lord.

Specialties: not getting to the point, procrastination, indecisiveness.

Hello everyone, I’m Lady Lazarus.

I’m just another teen whose emotions are running high most of time. I write cause I want to put words into feelings, thoughts and other stuff that goes on in mind, which is a really therapeutic thing to do.

Favourite TV shows: Grey’s Anatomy, Vampire Diaries, Game of Thrones, Friends.

I can survive on chocolate and books only on a stranded island.

Die-hard romantic

Strengths: an incredibly loud voice, my ability to talk things in mind sometimes without filtering them

Weaknesses: I am a legend. Legends do not have weaknesses.

[opes-magnas]

Hi! We need some help:

We have a WIP and are curious if any of you have a favourite play or musical. If you do, why? How do you describe your love for it? What runs in your mind whenever you watch/read it?

Sorry if there's too many questions, and hopefully this doesn't fail and we get some answers!

~ Lady L and Calypso

[opes-magnas]

Poetry.

A masterlist with all the words we wish to say in the form of poems. Works on top are the latest releases. Enjoy!

I hate you? or maybe not

A Piece Of My Mind

haikus, poetry, and 3am thoughts at 11 in the morning

The Story of Two Suns.

Coffee?

never mind.

haikus and random thoughts

Never Trust a Mirror.

a letter to the wise

My Heart of Magnet

Oh! Bluebird. (part of ‘Fated by the stars’)

Orenda. (part of 'Fated by the stars')

Pink Flamingo.

Playing with fire.

a forgotten emotion.

Child of Darkness.

Catastrophic Ardor                      

i’d say it was fate.     

Jung.

A DWINDLING MERCURIAL HIGH

the struggle for a (un) sweet reward

An Endless Carousel

a thoughtful night

What does sunshine taste like?

fear.

A Galadrielic Tryst

unworthy anguish

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Prose.

This is a masterlist of the short stories and other works we’ve written so far!! Enjoy~~

The Dancer (flash fiction)

caelum. (part of ‘Fated by the stars’)

saudade. (part of ‘Fated by the stars’)

irene. 

those two days.

The Epiphany

To Rika.

The Funeral

selcouth.

[opes-magnas]

An Endless Carousel

Running, running and endless route of

The same tantamous impediments

Walking along the same lanes every day, with the same coffee collar

Brushing across the same people,

Yet no one utters a word or even a slight affirmation of another presence

Is this what destiny is?

To keep striving endlessly in a hazy mist

Hoping relentlessly that it clears out at the end,

If there is one.

Do we not know when to capitulate?

Step out from the perpetually turning carousel

Even just for a split second

Come out from the bewildering limelight

You have focused on yourself

To take a moment out of being buried beneath these clique of rats

Breathe in an air of calm and tranquility

Retrace the woven lines of choices

And where to make dewy ones

                                                                                                     ~ Lady Lazarus

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