Alchemist of Words

Casia Vae – The Alchemist of Words. Welcome to the hidden lab of language, where thoughts dance to rhythm and forgotten stories come to life. Here, poems and stories are crafted with utmost care. So, why don’t you step inside?

[casiavae]

Greetings to whoever has found this hidden corner of my literary blog. This is where the midnight thoughts and the dreams of the dawn take shape into the poetry and tales.

O the wonderer ! Why don't you join this humble soul ? Let us forge some tales and carve it in the heart of the reader or you can just enjoy the soundless melodies I make, with the afternoon tea and cake.

This is the place where we give birth to creativity. Let us dive into different worlds. Let us feel the wind on the serene shore and smell the fragrance of lilacs, let us taste the cookies grandma used to cook and see the tragedy unfold in front of our eyes, and all of this through the words we write.

I invite one and all. So why don't you just step in for mere seconds ?

– Yours truly,

Casia Vae

[casiavae]

In the end…

In the end we are destined to fall, In the end trees won't stand tall, The bloom of passion will wither, And unheard will be our every call. As we all pass the passage of time, Chasing some cents and some dime, Why we fail to see and fail to heed The river’s path and melody’s rhym? Do stop and listen to the breeze, To secrets they carry with peace, To the whines of your beloved, Or their laugh, the cry and sneez. Ease your pace on the path of life, Give time to your child and wife, And pay every penny of kindness, And you won’t feel any more alive. A gentle gratitude would be nice, It creates a ripple in crowd of vise, It carries the effect to other ones, Yet before any action think twise. And the winds witness everything, You are tied by the karmic strings, Know the favours will be returned, And the winds will forget nothing. In the end we are destined to fall, In the end trees won't stand tall, The bloom of passion will wither, And unheard will be our every call.

—Caisa Vae

[casiavae]

Ode to beloved

Those names of others are mere words, But yours my darling is a poem in its own, Those voices of others are mere sound, Yours my dear is sweetest melody known. A single look at you would suffice poets, Inspiration for a lifetime they will find, A mirthful creation, an ethereal muse, God sculpted you with shine that blinds. Those stars and milky river they sustain, The constellations spread like your moles, Those promises of others are mere words, Yet same words from you weight my soul.

—Casia Vae

[casiavae]

Elegiac night

Don't be afraid of an obsidian sky, Heed to its woeful moan, And when the starry bright comes by, In murky night they shone, Heart engulfed by mourning clouds, The moon always in shrouds, Yet the dawn will be brought anew, All covered in morning dew. And fear not my obsidian night, ‘Tis but a phase each soul pass, A whisper from heaven’s height, Has summoned me sooner alas! Yet we will find our eternal light, Once you pass your obsidian night.

—Casia Vae

[casiavae]

Ashes and Starlight

Ashes ashes everywhere, From sorrow to despair, Smell of blood in the air, Deceitful wiles, faded smiles, Bloody aisle, no one cares. Ashes ashes everywhere, Filled by moondust rare, Meet the starlight glare, Light mirrors, vision clearer, My dearer, I always care.

—Casia Vae

[casiavae]

Is it possible for a mere human to embody such beauty? A delightful apparition embraced by the night sky, yet those eyes put all the stars to shame.

From 'Lady in Blue' by Casia Vae

[casiavae]

Gift of a blue flower

I do not love him with the love That moth has reserved for fire, My love for him is like a gentle breeze, Caresses the leave to quench desire. I will not burn the whole world Down to ashes just to satisfy him, I would rather build a sanctuary, A garden and sing him a hymn. I cannot follow him to the depths, Depths of hell and temptation, I can only pray and pray for him, For paradise to be his destination. And therefore I do not seek that love, The kind where it destruct the soul, I crave the one which is tender to core, To Mend my heart, to make it whole. But O! he loved his own fantasies, Fantasy of love dripping in red blood, I paint him the prettiest blue bloom, And yet he chose the withered red bud.

—Casia Vae

[casiavae]

Wish of Eternity

Oh how I wished to be a star, Guiding my lost love from afar, I wanted to shine with a light so bright, To keep my love warm in the cold night. But how can I dream, a dream so grand? When God made me a candle in this land, Now my love love me with great passion, Burning in my embrace with great obsession. He said that I am his wild ocean, Getting drown in me is what he call devotion, But this kind of love I do not seek, Destructive, vulnerable, suffocating and weak. I do not want to be the reason, For his eyes to shine with salty Adam's ale, For him I wanted to be the summer season, To caress his wounded heart with gentle gale. Thus if my wish could be pardon, I would wish again, to be an eternal garden.

—Casia Vae

[casiavae]

Hello casiavae

Nice to meet you here

Heya!! Good to see you

You are welcome to ask and say anything in my 'Asks'!!

[casiavae]

The Artist's Paradox 

My mind at the sea, my heart in sky, I am torn between a smile and a cry. I wish to write a story so grand, Of queen and king of the vast land, Of the princess who waits and waits, For knight who died at the city gates. I wish to build a city of gold and jade, And plan its decay and memory fade, Then I will pen the pain of painting, Abandoned castle, rotting and waning. Sun and moon are beautiful muse, There are stars also which I can use, Love of moth is captivating too, Of flame there are passionate hues. It need not be so out of our reach, Maybe just some dessert of a peach, Aromatic tea with some fresh cake, In quiet peace the bread I can bake. And yet I am torn between it all, Should I ink hero’s glory or his fall? A peace treaty or the battlecry? Heartfelt reunion or last good bye? I want to write about morality, Love and peace and humanity, Forbidden allure is tempting too, Hushed secrets that no one knew. But time is the biggest thief of all, Stealing my sparks, despair befall.

–Casia Vae

[casiavae]

A soul depraved of purpose–

Look up at the sky and tell me– What is the star, without its shining splendour? What is the moon, depraved of moonlight tender? Can a fiery celestial orb burn without bright light? What is a friend of wind, who is afraid of flight? Wonder while gazing at woods– What is the rose, if not the scarlet gems of beauty; What would happen if it withers, what is its duty? Can a river be called pure, if it forgets how to flow? What is the wolf, when loyalty it doesn't know? Do not stop thinking just yet– Think of thunder, losing its voice and its scream, A rainbow who is drained form colors and dream, And the ocean waves who lost its vigourous rage, Can a fish unable to swim know to break the cage? From your observation do tell– Define something, whose purpose has died down, Is there the meaning of king with a broken crown? Because, then what I am now? What defines me? A writer with an imagination of a dried up sea, A poet who does not know his verse and rhythm, A lost voice social being, not a whisper, not a hum. – Casia Vae

[casiavae]

Dance with death -

O traveler, why don't you halt for a bit ? Listen, then act with your brain and wit. I am not just some kind man I admit, But to me, why don't you just submit ? I will give you what your journey seek, That thing was never meant for meek, Reassure, only from experience I speak, You know and I know, you are a freak. A freak on the hunt for elation and thrill, Grab my hand, for this anyone would kill, Running down your spine will be the chills, Come along, and we both will have our fill. Partake in a game is all you have to do, You have to play with some extra few, Of melodious songs, the different hues, A seraphic symphony only for you. Start circling the chairs when you hear, On stopping, claim the one which is near, Remember, the chair is less then the players, The directions are just that, crystal clear. What will happen when you can't get one ? The second chance ? There will be none. They will be sacrificial lambs for our fun ! There are no rules, do what should be done. So halt O traveler, don't make me repeat twice,  Don't be dumb, make actions which are wise, Surely you won't choose path leads to demise? Just submit to me while I am still being nice. – Casia Vae 

Note:- Every thing is written by me, casia vae. The poem and the text in the images both.

[casiavae]

The farce of the universe-

One does not know to speak words and the other does not know to read eyes. They were each other's demise, the sweet truth coated in bitter lies. Luck was putting a great effort, but fate couldn't have it, time just flies. One was the fool, the other not the sharpest tool, no one was ever wise. In their never ending dance, the music cries, and the rhythm dies. Though their story is just a farce of fate, the destiny they still defies.

– Casia Vae

Note:-Everything is written by me, Casia Vae. Even the credit to the text in the images goes to me.

[casiavae]

“Maybe the spider lily symbolises death because just like that flower, death is so beautiful. Once someone sees it they never wish to return to the struggling life” –Casia Vae

The poem inspired by this quote of mine is—

The Red Jewel of Death-

Does ruby not have the prettiest shade of red ? So does the rose, and the intoxicating red wine, Red, the symbol of beauty, danger and also dread, But the lethal spider lily makes the colour shine. And you know what else is the scarlet charm ? It's the red liquid that can be life as well as death, Two sides of a coin, it is the beauty and harm, For the spider lily this is a metaphor so perfect. And where there is demise, the elegance follow, Like the poison of lily, hide behind its appeal, In the allure of death the hopeless ones wallow, Because of this alikeness, lily is the death’s seal. –Casia Vae

It was @lucilleambrose idea to turn it into a poem, an amazing poet and a kind person. Check out their blog, they write amazing poems.

[picklemafia]

Since you’re always coming up with cool prompts and all, here’s a little one for you:

Not to sound like a nosy anon but, what’s your biggest inspiration when you write? Spill the tea 🍵✍️ And tag a few folks to answer too”

Great question! Really just little pieces of my life in general. Usually people I've met and the experiences we've had. I've had a very interesting life so it's the easiest thing for me to write about. So many different ways I could word the stories, so to speak. And so many different stories. I have bits of my life I've never touched in my writing, though I would like to change that.

@moonknightmaiden @noxnightingales @peepeepoopoo3d @butwhyareyoureyessosad @nyx-tenberis @faemaril @behindstonewalls

[nyx-tenberis]

^^ Thanks for the tag @picklemafia..

So.. what inspires me?✨

All of my works are inspired from my own life experiences, what I have seen, felt and observed.. but I try my best to dress them up in a way that anyone reading could see a part of themselves in it.. ^~^

Now you guys..

@wrentalks , @lucilleambrose , @faemaril , @knight-qoheleth , @knownunderthemoon, @aheartbroken14yo, @amaramyaccount, @stfuandreaa ..

[faemaril-deactivated20260517]

Thanks for the tag Nyx and Pickle ✨

It rises from all corners, every page turned, every moment lived adds another spark to my inspiration. The people I've met, the experience, the characters and events in books and even something as simple as a quiet walk in Nature can offer a compelling moment worth writing about. That is why the work I decided to share here reflects many voices. :)

I tag the following:

@knight-qoheleth @lucilleambrose @moonmurmurs123 @liyaklynn

[lucilleambrose]

Thanks for the tag @nyx-tenberis and @faemaril 💕💗

My greatest inspiration for my work mainly lies in the idea of what's unspoken. Things that people want to say but don't. Words lost to time. Things we want to put into words but sometimes they slip us and they remain simply, Unspoken. Standing true to my very first blog on here I've always tried to write about the heavier things in life. The taboo called "pain" and how it should never be openly shown, how vulnerability is a sin of its own accord but I stand against that sentiment. And i sometimes write of love, about myself, life in general and hey you get the idea :)

For this I'll further tag

@anauthor01 @isa-b-8 @pyramidofchangingdestinies @meharker @sarnai4 @wrentalks @casiavae @girlbloggr13 @ieppiq @liyaklynn @solunastuff @reeces--pieces

[casiavae]

Thank you for the tag @lucilleambrose and @pyramidofchangingdestinies !!

Well tbh I don't know what inspires me. I write fantasy because I find it amazing, I write something philosophical because I find it amusing, I write about the most random things because I just get the idea randomly. Ik it sounds so stupid compared to others but you can say I am still figuring things out.

Since @sarnai4 @lucilleambrose @pyramidofchangingdestinies have already posted it then I'll tag

@shytoadsapphic @meharker and anyone who wants to join !!

[casiavae]

Hello there, apologies if I'm intruding. I just had a quick question regarding the writing challenge you have posted. I have written my stories but Tumblr seems to have a word limit in which I can't post any of the stories in their entirety. I have been advised by some friends of mine to open an AO3 account which is still pending for an invitation. So I wanted to ask how I could relate these stories to you. Would a google doc work? Apologies for my lack of knowledge and experience with technology and social media. Thanks in advance for your time. Lots of love.

Hello to you too !! It's perfectly fine ! Afterall the ask is open to solve any doubts.

I see, yes Google doc is perfectly fine with me !

No need to apologise, your lack of knowledge is not your fault. We all learn new things, and we are never done with learning.

You are very welcome and I thank you for participating in my writing challenge. Lots of love to you too.

[casiavae]

Let the beauty of the universe unfold, let the mind capture it, let the heart love it. There are countless things in the universe of old, some are diamonds, some are gold. Some are hidden, some exposed, they'll come at the right time as destiny is foretold. To learn from it I've been told, let your spirit wonder about it, let your soul feel it. – Casia Vae

Inspired by this painting: