November's Writer's Thread

[halcyon]

Staring into the screen not so late into the night
he drifts out into space after typing out his soul
when she asked "what happened to you that night?"
he tells the horrid truth about how he was torn
ripped in two once again from a near hit
the same near hit that always seemed to miss

twisting and turning he did the one thing he knows best
a bender of snorting and drinking the pain away
tucking himself into a corner with a pad of paper
furiously with anger and bitterness scribbling
scrawling out every inch of fiber of what was inside
like a mozart driven mad he composed page and page
the smell of burning ink came at the pen's exspense
words and letters echoed bitterness and frustration
this wasn't healing of any sort but the time bomb
simply going off

he never could understand the emptiness that filled him
how it could take up so much space and push hope out
again and again is what it always seem happen
as he survives day to day but nothing more
so many believe in him and he doesn't know why
if they only knew how sometimes he thought of giving up
but when he got to that moment he always walked away
in confusion that he might be a coward tears stain his cheeks

in his corner in a straight jacket woven of maddness
up for three days staring up from a hole deeper than hell itself
eventually the point was reached where he could think no more
and sleep overcame him with the only peace he's ever known

the next sunrise the pain remains but slowly fades away
what was not to ever be now something of simple acceptance
tomorrow will come and he will be there to meet it once again
to dust himself off yet again and try to find his place in the world
in nearly giving up he finds himself at the bottom of it all
ready to take on the world

and his intensity, forever unmatched

[Sinister]

Now I know what I am,
Thank you for showing me.
As far as I can see inside a mind
I can’t always see everything I want.

Certain interests conflict.

But you pushed the curtain aside
As you gestured with your arm for me to come inside
and when I saw myself amongst a large group
I realized what it is I am.

i think I really already knew.

Better sooner than later
As I seem to always say these days.
Your help is greatly appreciated
and I would never ignore it.

More stubborn before, but I’m not holding onto it anymore

I appreciate the perspective that I’ve been given
And can work from that as I make my decision.
I think I can finally see things for what they really are
And am ready to accept them, no matter how hard.

My eyes are open,
and I apologize.

[Ink Blot]

I smile an emtpy smile
because I could never bare to see you sad
i cry only at night
so you wouldnt know the troubles ive had

im always there
just so you wouldnt feel alone
i share all my humiliation
just so your will never be known

i listen patiently
as you talk of another love
but i never dare open my mouth to confess
it is you i could never get enough of

when we talk
my heart is standing by your side
and when youre down
you can find sanctuary under my arms to hide

you may think you understand how i feel
but it would take ages to tell
i could start and write
but the pages would surpass the depths of hell

when i lay my head down at night
i only see you when i close my eyes
no matter the worth of the Earth
you are my most valuable prize

i conclude this letter short
for i could write for days
but i could never measure all your beauty
for they are all countless in their ways



enjoy!

[teerex]

In order to live free and happily, you must sacrifice boredom.
It is not always an easy sacrifice.

[Cliff]

threads merged

[Ink Blot]

thanks man

[Tails]

(only marginally off-topic) anyone doing NaNoWriMo this year?

[halcyon]

The possibility feared most is an actual accepted reality
If he were to go to Montauk or some place as such
on a whim of a random day, cold like we feel now
the beach would be empty and so would the diner
forsaken he would be to the bewilderment of love
the suffocating state which so many seem to know

in the wreckage of his own self he stumbles
another late night stuck on repeat in mp3 format
and throughout these crowded city streets
seems to be a neverending cold that goes on and on

tommorrow will be better after he surrenders to dreams

[kirk]

its been quite awhile,

when keg is cake


that ride home, the empty one
in the yellow tuxedo
nothing but you and arabic
percussive in its stutter
you've left, the scene the accident
stepchildren and bboys dancing primal
the cab drive home is a quiet one
while the beat goes on

[Cliff]

Catalyst Chronicles

Late one night one friday in a hurry
waiting on the green line to come my way
on a platform stationed as seconds ticked away

there he was some cat i didn't know
with piece in his ears echoing some groove
what exactly he was hearing
i'll never know
but he was getting down
eyes closing and just dancing
like none of the many of us were watching

i didn't know his name then
nor do i now
his yesterday and tomorrow
not only a mystery
but none of my buisness
the one thing i was aware of
was that he and i
shared common ground

the train finally came and boarded it we did
and once there i tapped him on the shoulder
turning around while silencing his groove
he raised his eyes to grant me an audience
and i told him exactly what i thought

"you feel your music.... i respect that"

caught off foot maybe his eyes got wider
only then did he inform me aggressively
(though it was delivered in a smile)

"i don't need your approval..."

and then he paused...

"but I appreciate that"

once more he donned the ear pieces
locking himself back in his audio sanctuary
he stood and i sat as the train kept going
the next stop came and the doors opened
before he stepped out he looked back at me
to say two more words before parting ways

"thank you"

and then about his way he went
and about mine i hurried
just another night in the city

[Liftedtrance]

cool stuff catalyst.

i'm actually working on a short story that i hope to finish soon and post here when it's done.

[The Drifter]

For love is to be reckond
It only brings pain and misery
But with out dispare
We seek it
Yet we shold know better

[Fetterbug]

I was going to finish this, but I think I'll leave it as is:

I liked it better when my eyes were closed.
Now, my insecurities and neurotic tendencies
are splayed out across the bedroom ceiling
paying no mind to the green
flash
flash
flashing
of the smoke alarm.
Like Alex, I am forced to view my mistakes
over and over in horrific fashion,
as the night's toxins slowly wear off.
I am my very own Clockwork Orange, no assistance needed.
My stomach growls and I pray it doesn't wake him,
for fear he might catch a glimpse of me
in the light of my life's trainwrecks-
hopelessly bruised and broken.