I had a thread a long time ago, but it pretty much died since I wasnt contributing to it at all for a while. So I am going to try to stick with this one, updating it regularly.
I think I will start this new thread with a poem I wrote last week.
A blank façade Covers a complex painting Vast and solid Internally filled with riddles I cannot find purchase On its silky smooth surface But when I manage a handhold I will be face to face with her soul
Love-- Lost I am alone yet again, the one I loved separated by a line Thin and transparent, but dividing two unfathomable worlds The realm of the living and of the dead; impenetrable. I wish to reach across, if only to caress his cold, lifeless cheek Yet it is not my time, and I cannot bear to leave my life behind But I cannot live if I must live without him. To wake up each day knowing I will never see him again, But yearning for his warm embrace is hell in itself. What would he have wanted? For me to mourn and move on, Or remember him for eternity and never love again? Whichever one, he will live in my heart forever.
I read a book about a girl who's boyfriend died a year or two ago. This isn't my story, but the book really inspired me to write this poem. I am just now posting this because I found it while sorting through my book case.
Friends become enemies, and enemies become allies. The tapestry of life is complex; Threads interwoven, creating a bigger picture. A single mistake can make the whole thing unravel, And there may be no one to fix it. If I cut a thread, will it stay intact or fall apart? The deed is done, all thats left now is to wait and see.
War I lay bleeding, surrounded by corpses I am but another casualty of war. The power hungry leaders we trusted with our lives Sent us to the battlefield to risk them. In this beautiful meadow that was once green and lush, My brothers and sisters fought to the death. My fellow humans trampled the flowers so abundant Then watered them with blood. The nearby river runs ruby red, and the banks are stained. Small mountains of bodies litter the land, Bloated, some gazing empty eyed at the sky As if wishing to rise above this carnage. The small threads tying me to the world begin to fray. The darkness is surrounding me, And I realize now how corrupt we are. The human race, created equal. There is no equality in life, Only in death.
A single petal shudders, struggling. It clings to its one source of life, Reluctant to depart just so it may rot. The wind picks up, gusting angrily.
To defy nature is unnatural, To avoid the course you are meant to take. This petal is destined to fall, Destined to decompose Destined to feed the plant it comes from.
But this single petal, The last living petal From the body of its mother Wants to continue it peaceful existence.
The world has another plan in mind, And as the night approaches and the sun sets The wind gives a mighty huff And this petal falls gently to the ground To meet its inevitable end.
They tell me to speak my mind, I do as I am told. They tell me to be myself, I obey their every whim. They tell me to be brave, And I pretend until I am.
But my words are my ****ation, And I persecute myself. I am who I am, Yet it cannot make me loved. I am brave, Yet blind courage is my downfall.
Nightmare The wind whips back my hair, My breath comes in panicked gasps. My legs have become lead, And now are only painful appendages And my will is not sufficient. The fastest I can run is too slow. He is closing in. I feel his horrid breath tickle my neck I imagine the things heâs done I can see his hands, bloodied, As he takes my life And I become Just another conquest.
Wow, disturbingly beautiful. To get rid of the weird little sign things copy and paste your stuff into Notepad, then into the thing. Make sure you change the text to something else before you do paste it here.
Smile A picture is worth a thousand words And a smile is worth a billion. But from the things Iâve heard Stories told and lessons learned, Words cannot describe the sight Of a face that has filled with light; Beauty that comes from within Bright and fresh as spring-time winds The love and laughter simply found, Something so common yet it resounds.
I am writing a novel. I will begin posting parts of it soon. Probably not today, but soon nonetheless.
Not Without Will The battle between good and evil is only a fight to keep the balance.
Prologue âAssimilate. There is no identity for the weak. I am your strength, your mind, and the thoughts you think belong to me. Every step you take is in the direction I steer you towards, and every breath you breathe is evidence of my mercy. You deserve nothing, yet I give it all to you.â The hastily assembled army stood in silence as âbad dudeâsâ amplified voice fades. He looked out among the faces of his emaciated people, his cold grey eyes passing over me as though I was but an inconsequential speck on this world in which he ruled. The young and the old swayed in unison around me, eyes wide and mouths gaping. Controlling people was effortless for him. They were more than willing to be led, weaklings with less power over themselves than a simple animal. They could be taught tricks: to fetch, to sit, to kill, as it suits him. With the sound of his voice and the press of his mind he has sent hundreds to war. The only trouble he ever had came from the few pests among these people who would begin to think for themselves. His gaze would linger upon these people, and he would make a note to himself. They would be âhandledâ before the end of the night. âI understand you are hungry, and I can see your fatigue in every movement you make; but this is no excuse,â he said, voice rising, âfor you to disobey me! You know who I am. I am your leader!â Each word he laced with his will, and the assembled crowd had bowed in deference. The strongest of these minds fought his power, but I could feel them succumb as he finished. âYou are one. My children, you shall wish for my happiness. You will not question my authority, and you will not disrespect me, lest death be your goal!â The cool evening air thrummed with the power his voice evoked, and I watched him from my supplicating position as the setting sun sent a bloody cast over the land. I saw his composure begin to crumble. Already he was being afflicted by one of the piercing headaches that so frequently accompanied these speeches he made. It isnât easy to spread the power of one mind, albeit superior, over such a large expanse, and it made him weak. I am of his kind. I am the only other mind bender like him, and as my gaunt campmates and I stood, I knew it was time to end his tyrannical rule. Reaching out with my mind, I encircled his and constricted. There was a great mental struggle, his mind and mine clashing, barbed wire against the untainted expanse of my consciousness. His eyes were clouded as I watched him fall. I could no longer feel his mental presence, and the camp was in pandemonium. This is it. I walked with legs made of lead to where he was laying upon his makeshift stage, senseless. No longer would he oppress us, no longer would he send us to risk our lives for his gratification. These were my thoughts, when everything went black.
It looks good. The symbols mess with some of it but doesn't take away from the story. It's a bit hard to see where the dialogue ends, but I can see where talking is going on. This may be the side of me that loves to complicate things, but "mind bender" seems too generic. Maybe replace it with something, for a lack of a better word, alien or foreign. But that's just me.
