by a sky full of stars » Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:12 pm
Anaklusmos - the current that takes one by surprise.
Name;;
My name is Anaklusmos; or Riptide. Those who are brave call me Ana, but I advise you, stranger, to call me Oceania. I go by it often, don't ask it's none of your business.
Gender;;
I'm a female, seriously stop with the stupid questions.
Personality;;
Pfft you could say that the name Anaklusmos is fitting; I am the one to take you by surprise. Honestly I'm blunt, witty, impatient, quick-thinking, brave and rough tempered. If you want to mess with me, that's fine, but don't be complaining when I retaliate. I am often likened to a rip; I appear tranquil but I'm deadly.
Poem;;
Trickling fissures, crystal clear water,
Marking the earth with our scars,
Fumbling fingers, spilt our secrets,
Upon the dry earth adorn.
Whispering tendrils, gasping reach,
Run to the ocean, through the treacherous beach.
Tumbling waves, silken foam,
The lies mingle in,
To the place I call home.
Excerpt;;
I held my arms out to the sea; I wanted it to swallow me, split every atom, every particle of me into a scatter of nothingness. I wanted to be a memory. But I was not.
The white foam bowed down at my feet, desperately scrambling upon the sand, for a foothold, for freedom, for an independence from the powerful ocean. Of course the water was not at all viscous and every attempt concluded with the same, determined result; failure.
Maybe that's how our lives worked, we're all just little tendrils of sparkling water. We all want to be the gorgeous, yet independent streams that so gracefully wound their ways across the sand, leaving a faded mark of memory. But of course, if we were all streams there would be no ocean, and we would all crumble for our selfishness.
I was caught in the middle; a small bubble of the icy foam reaching out for the shore, holding on to the non-existent hope of freedom. Maybe that's why I was Oceania, I was not me - not a stream, but I was not the body, the bulk of the water.
I was a shadow, almost nothing by my trace of memories. That's why I turned my back on the sea, and strode away, away onto the shore. Where the powerful waves ceased to drag me in.
Sorry I didn't have time to pretty this up...
Not really hanging around here anymore~ You can find me on
deviantart though