July Writer's Thread

[halcyon]

his fingertips were being juggled by hers rapidly
repetitive tapping of touch to insure the reality
that it was really him after so many years

the train carrying him arrived earlier that day
and when the morning light arose once again
another train would take him away
to what they both were already used to
outstretched arms with hundreds of miles between
so the now of then was all they had

every second was an too quick yet infinite
her head resting on his chest spilled hair
that cascaded in every direction
and the scent of her softness
lashed out at him in undenialable firmness
out of that memories were forged
so when he finds himself in days of tommorrow
he can close his eyes and lose himself
in rememberance of her sweetness

the unforgettable scent of woman

[Ink Blot]

My eyes are gazing out the window, yet my mind is walking with you.
We stroll on down the Riverwalk and then have a drink or two.
And when the sun is setting, the moon glows bright above,
Then we will return to my place and partake in acts of love.
Alas, this is but a dream and now your lovely image is fading,
But that's okay, I'll let you go, because I am finished masterbating.

[Liftedtrance]

My eyes are gazing out the window, yet my mind is walking with you.
We stroll on down the Riverwalk and then have a drink or two.
And when the sun is setting, the moon glows bright above,
Then we will return to my place and partake in acts of love.
Alas, this is but a dream and now your lovely image is fading,
But that's okay, I'll let you go, because I am finished masterbating.

:bravo: a masturpiece (btw its masturbating, with a "u" :D)

[not mommas cat]

momma

My life is one cat stronger now... for good reason.


As I stood over the grounds where he showed me courage, his mother passed by me. Her hobbled walk unmistakable. Her stare, point to point with my eyes. Visions of savage time within her expression. Yet as she passed, with the look of mistrust, I was struck with a feeling... a wish I, for once, would like to remember...


I wish she would let me thank her.


Momma never approaches. Her beef is no more then "humans are bad". It's simple logic from the backside of two buildings. That's her home... year after year. She comes back to start again. Less now.. these days. She's has become weak...

Outdoors for eternity, she bared the tattered furs of misfortune. I don't even know how many liters she's had (my little killer black kitten being the only one to survive the last batch). With her leg misshapen from a break healed wrong, it pains me to see her walk. Momma carries it thou.. with determination. She has survived for a while. Fending off her children from the hairless monkeys. That was her task and she executed it well.

There are moments where I wish I could catch her, take her to be fixed and checked. I know not how many days remain for her. Life has had it's way with her. My only wish is that I could have a few minutes to give her the love that she deserves. Momma may fear me but I want nothing more than to give her the human attention that she doesn't understand.

Part of me hopes that when her end is close, she'll come to me. Let me be the one to hold her and tell her she's the best mother in world. With tooth and nail, she's survived winters of cold and summers of heat. She fought back the trails of time, and walked away beaten but not broken. I respect her more than I respect myself. A will like that is rare... even in humans. I wish my final comfort should be her prize... my love her final treat.

She's earned that much. Momma gave my world something new to care for and care about. She raised him well and gave him hope. Courage like hers gives me hope. I wish I could have a few minutes of her time in my arms, to tell her that her struggle has had impact on something... that's all we ask... Why would a creature like her ask any different?

Momma gave life to my work, to my home, and to my world. She is entitled to unconditional love. I would give it to her if she would let me. Alas, she stays scarce and invisible. With each passing day, I fear more and more for her health and safety. I don't give up hope of her coming around... but I do pray for her...

Momma, if you can hear my thoughts... know now, that I am here if you need me. I'm there for you if you decide to give into my calls and my well-wishes. To take away this rough life with my touch; I would surely stop time. It's the least I could do...

I wish you would let me thank you.

Before it's too late.

[not mommas cat]

As I sit here...

Calm is my mind as weary is my bones.
I decided, with 40 in hand and smoke at my lips
to end today, this day of trials, as it began...
with the words breathed to life from click click of shaken fingers.
I would lie to speak such tawdry tales of manliness (as my eyes swell and puddle),
in this hour, I see today was a test...

I don't know if I passed but I am alive... and god damn it, I did not break!
I was rattled with the force of thousand freight trains against my rusty tracks!
But I didn't budge. I did not falter to side in fear and I didn't ask to leave.
I would not give such satisfaction to life. Departure time was set by me, the tested.

Pushed forward with tired eyes & the unstoppable click click shaken fingers.
By will alone, I pushed it back. I said with a timber to deafen the angels of analysis,
"Today is not the day I whimper, cry, or crumble under the weight of my misfortune.
Today is the day I laugh back in spite of pain and misery. Today...
The child teaches the parent how to survive. "

calm is my mind

weary is my bones

*40 in lap with eyes closed*

I could have died today.

The click click of shaken fingers was my arch as life was my chasm...

But it was you... my friends... gazers of my click click... that gave me strength.

Hope made me believe that you would read; even with your own fingers silent.

That hope made me believe I wasn't alone.

Thank you.


I don't think I could have done it alone.





*smile of a drunken fool*

:)

[Shakey]

:D

[Hitoi]

my fingers are sore
victims of a nervous habit
the byproduct of temptation
how one can achieve bliss so naturally
is beyond me
trust me
if i knew, you would notice
resist reaching for happiness in physical form
kick the chair out from under my feet
bottled bliss on a drugstore shelf
*insert self-pinch here*
take a deep breath before you look around
absorb your surroundings
let life live for you
why make it difficult?
stop and think for one goddamned minute of your life
look at you
selfishly picking and choosing your blessings
sorting through the ones that appeal to you
pushing aside any familiarity
so typical for someone who has the world in her hands
you ungrateful fuck
weigh out your options and rid yourself of the unnecessary
then you'll wonder how you ever got by
well?
i'm waiting
waiting for my answer
sure it sounds easy
the contradictory mind of an imbalanced libra

[Shakey]

:D

[halcyon]

lights crashing into the floors of dimly lit spaces
flashes illuminating faces for seconds at a time
faces seen before the darkness comes back
where they all once again becomes a sea of lost identities

a beautiful face strikes out like a bolt of lightening
in it's few seconds of center stage it burns an image
into many a memory that was fortunate enough to catch it
a split second of reality to be questioned later
some may ask themselves was it real at all?

sometime back before all that is the now
a dancer's heart fractured to incompleteness
speechless as saddness took the crown as king
everything in his world became wrong
with no where to turn he fled to his sanctuary
the only home he knew he would always have

in dark corners or in the center of the beast
sometimes he would be spotted meditating
riding a bassline or flowing with a melody
taking refuge in the solace of being lost

while many speculated it was there he healed
others came to the idea he was searching
dancing in hopes that a piece of his heart
would find it's way back to him

going further back in the halls of time
the same dancer is engaged in wordless poetry
an angel being the co-author of the masterpiece
the collaboration executed by the things seen
in each other's eyes where words don't get in the way

the dancers eyes also delivered a promise
that until the end of time in the farthest tommorrow
if they became lost or seperated due to fate or otherwise
it's in this place that she can always find him

his dancing of present day a summoning ritual
he dances to bring her back

[Hitoi]

Very very nice.

[The Matador]

WOW.

That could so totally be about me....

[halcyon]

In your eyes all that weighs me down becomes an afterthought
the clock cranks out the hours while it seems like only seconds
a perfect daydream i come out of the moment you blink
like anything good it's impossible to last forever

crusading through the plains of endless rockstar nights
the sun and stars watch in bewilderment as i stumble onward
searching and seeking for an unknown piece that might exist
the end usually echos ripples of familiarity of the beginning
me with outstretched hands with palms empty in despair

the little pieces of relief fade in and fade away at will
never do i place any dedicated faith in their appearances
as they strain in vain attempts to examine my inner workings
i make sure to slam doors shut and lock them all tight
the sorrows i may endure are for me to bear and bear alone
even if they could be translated into anything that would make sense
those who listened would only be left in frustration of helplessness
because i'm so far beyond anyone's repair but my own

in my quest to mend the broken thoughts and heart i carry
i don't mind letting you be a morphine of sorts for the soul
resting for a second from all the weariness of the long road
invigorating as a deep breath of fresh air i lose myself
to a daydream i find in the reflections of your eyes

with them or without them, tomorrow will always come

[the sex molesters]

in the silence i sit
i'm thinking and this,
this is the time i wonder
sleep around the corner
should i lie awake and ponder
the meaning of things
or should i head to my bed,
see what tomorrow brings?

my head is reeling
with thoughts unsaid
and i would get them out
before going to bed
i wish i could tell you
call you and talk to you
but for fear of mistakes
or that i'd be mistaken
i'm shaken away
maybe another day.

but what would i say?
that i'm proud or
that i'm happy for
you?
what wouldn't sound like use,
or attempted abuse
of an old friendship
that once was gold?
what wouldn't sound
like a line that's found
in the bar where i work
by the men that i hate
because they're so fake?

i want to show you this,
this astonished bliss
this unashamed envy
and this ultimate wish
that i could be in your shoes.

you know me, i've always
been the one who
doesn't have to think,
who only has to do...
but if the results were always perfect,
then i would be you.
and though it is stolen
that line still holds true.

[the sex molesters]

bastille day

a new reign of terror
whoops we made an error
it wasn't you after all

sorry that we killed you
bound, gagged, and tortured you
but you were found guilty by our military
tribunal.