Writer's Thread :: August

[Illuminated]

Through the hard and painful moments
And through real life's own achievements
There is a reason, a purpose
To one's own living

To see it begin, and to see it end
There is no such thing as forever
As nothing can be kept forever
No such thing as always, the ironic words of life

Come across your own end
Anything is possible
Except to stop death
Nothing is impossible

How ironic!
One word after another,
Nothing seems to be what it seems anymore
Living each day as the last

Pushing each other to the edge
Making sure there is more to see ahead
Taking the fall
And getting up again

Truth or lie
What is there to believe in
When anything can be a lie
No one can be trusted

This will fall away
Such that questions, is there an end to the world?
Getting closer and closer
Seeing the light, seeing the darkness

Keep going ahead
To find one's purpose
To see what's ahead
Because there's no end. . .

[tigermomma]

Pain is all she knows, all she understands.
So bittersweet in finality, rejection comes naturally.
There are no happy endings in her fairy tale.
She falls so quickly and easily.
Loses her heart instantly yet so shallowly
Deeper streams are glossed over, sprinkled with tears.
Ignored for the beauty that comes with their depth.
Pushing intimacy away, she clings to the artificial love
With everything she can muster.
“Grasp your heart”, they say.
Complying, she reaches for her heat.
“That’s for lust”, they say.
“Lust is my love”, she replies.
Closing her eyes, she pushes herself
Oblivious to everything
Writhing limply in sweet defeat

[kali]

I cued up the CD...
flicked out the little bit of air in the syringe...
and then took a long look at Angus.
Poor old man...
I'll miss seeing you come in the clinic...
Radio Flyer style...
Too much pain for bones
Feeling the result of chemo...
the lymphosarcoma can't be stopped...
"Okay, it's just a little pin prick...
There'll be no more AHHHHHHHH..."
I know it may seem a bit sick...
Playing "Comfortably Numb" to a PTS...
I gave him Chocolate Chip cookies too...

[Yakko Red]

*consuming alcohol now*

:catalyst:

[binger]

Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

pearl jam black of of the ten album and track five but hell i think its cool and very well writen but thats the part i like the best

[kali]

I love when I ask someone how they are....
and the response is "Ehhhh..." or "not so good"...
I'm thinking,
Hey, you have a full belly,
Roof over your head,
Your breathing,
Use of all your limbs,
and at least 5 senses seem to be in order...
What more do you need to be truly grateful???
"Oh my cable's out"
WHAT THE FUCK???
Cable??? That makes or breaks a day???
I just will never understand...
That's up there with "lucky rabbit's feet"...
I think they would've brought more luck
still attached to the lepid...
I'm so frustrated,
I think I'll heat up a big, tall, frothy glass of LARD...
I should probably figure out a way to fry it first...

[tigermomma]

I miss you
I miss the needle in your arm
The dilation of your pupils
And the rancid breaths you took
The shaky hands that held mine
As you professed your adoration
I miss the rapid conversations
As your mind began its journey
Through your swift and random thoughts
Your wax and wan skin
So beautiful in its misery
The way you used to shudder
And the way I had to hold you
So you knew you weren’t alone
As the nectar left your body
So unforgiving in dismissal
I miss your breathless gasps
As you thrust so deeply into me
Trying to forget what it was
You truly wanted
Pretending ignorance
At your flimsy excuses
Hoping the day would come
That they would be true
How I hated that I loved you
Yet I couldnt live without you
I miss being needed by you.

[tigermomma]

Not sure if I posted this yet.

Touch me.
I crave you
Let me taste you
Your noises
So beautiful
Always reaching
Grasp the pinnacle
Comfort me
I need it
Hold me
Keep me safe
Hurt me
I’ll let you
The feeling
Doesn’t matter
As long as
I can sense it
Ignore me
Lash at me
The anger
I love it
Knowing
I cause something
Rape me
Let it out
I’ll be the vessel
Of your fury
Smack me
I deserve it
I’m staying
Through the punches
I love you
Please don’t leave me
I won’t
Survive without you.

[Yakko Red]

the sun shines in a series of greys
even on it's clearest of days
it's light never falls upon my face
a face drained of all it's warmth
the same face that never looks skywards

every night a mouth called a name
and that name in the end
turned out to be a stranger
someone he thought he knew
but in the end
he never did

dreaming is truly unrealistic

[Yakko Red]

memories disolve into tears the become lost
broken down to human again and crumbling
there's no escape from having to feel emotion

everyone believes they are so invincible
until they once again find themselves lost
the rediscovery of actually being flesh and blood
inevitable in all it's torturous glory

not right now he begs and pleads
don't let him find out that he's not enough

not today
please

[Yakko Red]

take him back to before the memories were found
to be nothing more than the cruelest of illusions
where the midnight sweetness was honestly real

the time where he and her lived the dream
in truth it was all selfish lies and deceptions
now reluctantly but acceptingly he knows
that the moment where she and him were beautiful
in their own poetic and harmonic way
was nothing but a lie

as much as he wants to relive those days
the poorly written play that had him fooled
never would he do such a thing
but instead wish for his eyes to be open
during those times so he had a chance
to just walk away
no heart or strings attached

but instead of anything else
this heartbreak remains
of the days he loved again

[Yakko Red]

[Fetterbug]

Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

pearl jam black of of the ten album and track five but hell i think its cool and very well writen but thats the part i like the best

:affection: I love that song.

[Liftedtrance]

Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

pearl jam black of of the ten album and track five but hell i think its cool and very well writen but thats the part i like the best

that part of Black is awesome. it still goes thru my head from time to time.
an old friend of mine used to sing that song a lot, and it reminds me of a lot of things, as well as being deep in itself.

[kali]

What is a savage really?
People??? [not humans]
Spending all their time
in front of TV
trying to suck their own dicks...
Their ego makes them savage.
Need I really go on?

[RevisionC]

I had doubts against posting this since it doesn't really reflect how I'm feeling at this point in time.....it was more about the past i guess :shrug: ....but it was written in august......so yeah....

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I have all these feelings flowing through my body
Crashing into my heart just like lightning flashing across the sky
There is this big emptiness inside me
This dark blackness that I can not see

Million hands creeping inside my body
Feeling their ways around inside the dark
Pricking their nails around inside my stomach
Makes me sick, makes me double over in pain

What is this feeling inside of me
I feel so alone
Feeling so far from the nearest being
What is the synopsis of this story being told in my head

I feel so disenchanted I can't help but feel let down
Every time I do something I feel it's not enough
I try to get my self up but I keep falling down
Why do I even try anymore

I feel them inside me slashing their way out
Crawling from inside me trying to make their way to a better life
If only I could follow them then maybe it'd be better
I wish I could start over but if I did it'd probably get fucked again

The screaming starts
Makes my ears bleed
Makes my heart shatter
Makes my soul diseased

I can only hope that the pain goes away soon
Enjoy the silence
Enjoy the silence...

[cleophite]

this is old, but i just feel like putting something out there since it's been a while since i've written something worth sharing.



miss turnstiles

He spoke with dusty lips and a tumbleweed tongue,
fast like a tug at the corner of her eye;
a blink and a tear, he was gone
and she stood in silence undaunted, shaded and still and
Ace of Hearts shorted.

Shadow dances gleeful on the wall, and I watch her chase the flitting light,
past funhouse side-ways and railway dreams outstretched,
she races through alleys and turnstiles, never knowing a step too short or a weekend gone,
and falling on suitcases of dustbunny lies.

Now she's all tear sheets and ink and music box dreams, dolls in a line but nowhere to go,
she rides pen after pen on the merry-go-round, cause a token will buy you a vagabond pass
and she'll sit and spin till she's cramped and confined
stumble sway vertigo just part of the ride.

[cleophite]

btw, props to everyone who has posted in this thread. it takes courage to post works like these, and i'm glad that people are still sharing :D

[Illuminated]

btw, props to everyone who has posted in this thread. it takes courage to post works like these, and i'm glad that people are still sharing :D
:werd: x5

[Yakko Red]

Silhouette outlines of someone in the corner trembling
fidgeting and meddling at this distance it's unclear
what is shivering in a vain attempt to be unnoticed

upon a few steps in that direction and closer observation
it's a boy battle worn and somewhat torn, bleeding profusely
in his mouth is a belt that his teeth clench in agony
the belt, a tourniquet desperately trying to be of aid
the bleeding just doesn't want to stop

his hands shaking with needle and thread
eyes steadily focused on the task at hand
with luck and perseverance he believes
that he might have a chance to suceed

if you listen quietly you can hear him mutter
"damn you wound, why won't you close"

his heart continues to bleed

[breaks princess]

this is old, but i just feel like putting something out there since it's been a while since i've written something worth sharing.



miss turnstiles

He spoke with dusty lips and a tumbleweed tongue,
fast like a tug at the corner of her eye;
a blink and a tear, he was gone
and she stood in silence undaunted, shaded and still and
Ace of Hearts shorted.

Shadow dances gleeful on the wall, and I watch her chase the flitting light,
past funhouse side-ways and railway dreams outstretched,
she races through alleys and turnstiles, never knowing a step too short or a weekend gone,
and falling on suitcases of dustbunny lies.

Now she's all tear sheets and ink and music box dreams, dolls in a line but nowhere to go,
she rides pen after pen on the merry-go-round, cause a token will buy you a vagabond pass
and she'll sit and spin till she's cramped and confined
stumble sway vertigo just part of the ride.

that's hot. Sounds like Tori lyrics.

[kali]

Someone told me to write my thoughts...
How do I narrow it down?
My thoughts rush at me
like stars through hyperspace...
I don't sleep at night because
I can't blink...
[I might miss something]

Does it make sense
that I can see exactly where
I'm filing as many thoughts
as I'm able to?
Nerve blocks are ingenious.

I wonder if diernal animals
use the bugs of the night
like "white noise"...
The TV mind is so very frightening...
Sometimes it feels as though
There's a Monster at the End of This Book.

[kali]

I've got to get out of here.
The things I see everyday
are starting to extirpate
my heart and soul.
As though those incidents
that stay in the memory
with all 6 senses intact
are thrusting their kukri
into each ventricle and chakra.
Quite painful indeed.
My dreams are doomed to become
the prestidigitator gone twisted.
At least they'll only remain
in that fashion for 339 days...
I swear to you...
MAGGOTS!!!
How doesn't one notice maggots?

[kali]

Have you ever really looked at the faces
of those subway or metro riders?
I've met the most interesting people
on many sojourns under city.
Business men looking sour,
speaking on how much they spend
at strip clubs while the little woman
tends to the seed and their activities.
High school kids trying to act hard,
feeling like they need to glare hard,
even though we know they're soft.
The exhausted laborer still feeling
the low-wage, hard work from
the past 10 years.
These people I see are all
destined for the "permanent frown".
The ones that numb themsElves
with TV dinners, and TV Guide.
Never knowing that most of TV
is nothing more than a farce.
The fact is eggs are bad,
but not because of cholesterol.
More so for the chickens that are
starved and forced to lay one last clutch
before a cruel death,
which must feel more like their salvation.
Chicken period or not,
it's not a life to live stacked
by the hundreds,
cut beaks, poor food, feces.
We, with the consciousness to know better,
allow the ego to make it all go away.
I'm driving you nuts, right?
How can you say that when
you don't even know where you're going?
:woowoo:

[Yakko Red]

Every minute inside each hour
from every single day confronted
stored in the hallways of mind
an internal journal of life is kept

Pages crackle with age at each turn
each story a reflection of memory
all written in the ink of forever
tears, sorrows, hope, anger, smiles
all archived here for future reference

dust falls heavier on some pages
the ones that are rarely read
no point in disturbing their sleep
the memories etched within probably
are the ones that can't be forgotten
even with the best of efforts

there are no answers imprisoned
waiting for their day to make sense
just a book of what you already know

dwelling on any of it for too long
won't change a thing about today
nor will it explain in any way now
what didn't make sense back then

just remember all that is written
as the pen performs it's dance
turning untouched pages of tomorrow
into window's belonging to yesterday

[Ink Blot]

...you try to find yourself,
in the abstractions of religion,
and the cruelty of everyone else;
and you wake up to realize,
your standard of living somehow got stuck on survive...

[Ink Blot]

Unattainable necessities rot in my mind
lingering for years without satiation
They hinder my soul with ephemeral dreams
Now surrounded by hedonist I stand egregious
hampered by my own haughtiness
Remaining inane and indolent
I was incongruous among them all
Now with immitigable fastidious needs
I am ponderous as a recluse in the quandary that is
Me.

[MaryAnarchy]

i'm very close to writing something in here. maybe next month.

[Ink Blot]

what better time then the present?

[MaryAnarchy]

i'm very....selfish when it comes to my emotions.

[RevisionC]

Starts to fall torwards the ground
Always tormented by the others around her
Always contaminated by the people who love her
Trys to be happy but is always brought down by the lonlieness

Oh my beautiful girl
Tries not to think about the world around her
Tries not to be cruel but destroys it under her thumb
Will you not be there for me in the end she says

Why do you do this to yourself she asks
Why do you feel this pain
Do you like to hurt yourself she asks
Why do you hurt yourself every day

I hurt myself today
I did not want to but I could not stop myself
Dragging the knife against my skin.
I didn't want the pain but there was no other way to see if I was alive
I just wanted to see if I had already died

I want to get out and see the world with the one I love
I want to get out and see what I have become
Why do all these people take me for granted
Is it because they want to hurt me or just to stab me in the back
If it's the latter they can take it all away

I just want to run and fly as free as the wind
I want to be on my own terms not on some bullshit rules
People always telling me what to do
What to say, what to wear. what to think

If thats the way it will be
Then take it all back
Take it all back

[Yakko Red]

Starts to fall torwards the ground
Always tormented by the others around her
Always contaminated by the people who love her
Trys to be happy but is always brought down by the lonlieness

Oh my beautiful girl
Tries not to think about the world around her
Tries not to be cruel but destroys it under her thumb
Will you not be there for me in the end she says

Why do you do this to yourself she asks
Why do you feel this pain
Do you like to hurt yourself she asks
Why do you hurt yourself every day

I hurt myself today
I did not want to but I could not stop myself
Dragging the knife against my skin.
I didn't want the pain but there was no other way to see if I was alive
I just wanted to see if I had already died

I want to get out and see the world with the one I love
I want to get out and see what I have become
Why do all these people take me for granted
Is it because they want to hurt me or just to stab me in the back
If it's the latter they can take it all away

I just want to run and fly as free as the wind
I want to be on my own terms not on some bullshit rules
People always telling me what to do
What to say, what to wear. what to think

If thats the way it will be
Then take it all back
Take it all back

Nice.

[EurotrashEve]

Somehow Always

Somehow I always knew,
as I yeilded uncached memories
where my body began vomiting my soul,
saw the castles of my dreams sweep the seas
and I traded myself for a fancy bitch,
as I cried then hanging myself around the neck of a corset...

Somehow I always knew I'd end up a moth to the light,
silly young and suspended the way an angel sits atop a tree...
bright as a choreographed glow,
seeing those sea glass eyes for the first time,
polished by years of being thrashed on the rocks...

Somehow I always knew,even when you crashed hard...
burning dancefloor suicide halogen disco ex's like stacy,
tanked by elvis wannabe's ans gung-ho G.I. Joe blow,
spring healed millenium lusted for a lady luck,
as those binged off your lust like a nightmarish sunbstance
pummeled with regret perhaps,
phoenixing yea now reawakened to the tune of a different beat,
arising from the ashes using them as eye shadow shodowy eyed vixenette,
as you are,once again, cleansed.

Somehow I always knew my love would conform to you,
like one big romeo poser I was,
even before I knew you...
Sifting through the trash of the love frauds that bit me and scarred...
the only thing there was left to do in this world was stare at
you until fate demanded me to foward my psycholinguistic resume and
have the joytaculistic conversations about pet shop boys that curated dancefloors..

On that monday morning,
i ate butterflies as they prophetically gyred my stomach...
I knew my fear of never loving you had vanished,
and in kissing you,
sealed my destiny as a girl forever in love.

[RevisionC]

Not a song or poem this time.......but it's still something I'd like to share.


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With every explanation comes sacrifice
While the sacrifice may be insignificant it is still sacrifice
Some may say it is instead compromise yet it is still sacrifice
Things you may not have said, may not have told, may not have done
Every thing builds up and fades away in time
Yet paths that have not been taken, have not been thought of still lie dormant
Awaiting you to take them if so chosen.
Those who might not take the hard way might say that they are playing it safe
Yet in reality they are cowards running way from what could have been.
We are special in way that we are given a choice.
That is what makes us human.
There is always a choice.
As I remember what I have done in the past, I look to the future and pray.
I will always try to be true to myself.
True to others with what is on my mind.
Hiding what I am feeling is cowardly.
Being true to yourself sets your soul free.
Fly free, fly true.
Shine.



Respect.....


Curt
aka
RevisionC

[kali]

:thumbsup:

[mike48ride]

skeet skeet skeet

[Fetterbug]

It poured this morning, from a sky where even birds
Couldn’t tell dusk from dawn.
A quiet, peaceful rain with only tiny footsteps
Breaking the rhythm of the drops.
Lexington Market was unusually deserted—
No wanderers, mumblers, preachers, sellers and yellers.
No one searching for alms, or their next fix.
No “Hey baby”, “Holler” or “What’s up shorty?!”
No one asking me to find Jesus, as if that man could ever be found.
Nothing.
Silence.
How refreshing, to reach the metro without one interruption
To my daily stride.
For one sweet morning, the rain had washed away
All the disease, addiction, poverty
And left me with my thoughts, and fellow 9-5ers, 8-4ers, 10-6ers.
For one sweet morning the rain had soothed
The pock marks of this city.
And I found myself smiling, singing out loud--and thinking,
“I’m beginning to love the rain…”