It is FREEZING at work!
Let the creativity flow...
Lost in a tree full of memories,
Can you clear away the leaves to remember me?
Random quote time:
Jane Austin: "Indulge your imagination in every possible flight."
Henry David Thoreau: "Go confidently in the direction of your dreams."
Gladys Taber: "We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be."
Mother Teresa: "We can do no great things- only small things with great love."
aaaww....
Now on to MY stuff.....
Higher
By Jen Wong
I feel my skin grow hot
Eyes glow
Aflame with sensations of
Need
Blood burns my flesh
I beg for more
I feed on blood
Splashing on my lips
Teasing my tongue, its
Warmth
Trickles
down my throat
Longing grows
Body quivers for the
Hot
Touch of blood
Uncontrollable
Need
Takes over my body, my mind
Images of bodies
Hot, entangled
Moving Thrusting
My body starts to move
In sync, dancing a savage dance
I sweat
Blood pulsates through my body
Satisfied enough to release me
From its agonizing grip
Long enough to know
The joy
The pain
Of ecstacy.
Burgandy Sky
By Jen Wong
As I drive, I gaze
Oout at the western
Sunset sky
It is burgandy.
I am accustomed to seeing
Red and pink
Orange and yellow
Blue, and even violet,
But never before
Have I seen a
Burgandy sky.
Its beauty reminds me
Of how I once felt
A feeling of joy, of ecstacy
A feeling of safety, acceptance
A feeling I will never forget
A feeling like a
Burgandy sky.
Maybe someday
I'll have it again
That feeling of Love, of Life
But never the same
As what I once had
The feeling as soft as a
Burgandy sky.
Abandonment
By Jen Wong
I remember what you did.
But I can't distinguish when I started remembering and started forgetting.
I try to force the tears from long ago but
nothing
streams down my cheeks.
I feel
nothing
and the nothing
scares me
more than the pain.
Then when I think I have escaped the
nothing
Filled the void in my life
I find myself crying
Over some tick,
Some reminder of the
Pain.
A hanger
A belt
The scent of bleach
The sight of you
and I am left with
nothing.
And I start to shake
and I start to cry
or I try to
but cannot
and I scare myself
and I scare myself.
I feel an urgency to create
because maybe creating
will take away the pain
But never does it do more
than distract.
So I distract
And I distract
And I try so hard
to avoid the pain
by disracting myself
from my thoughts
from the memory of you
from myself
But the I find myself
stranded
eluded even by my creativity
Because the
nothing
blocks my words
Causes my sentences to hesitate
To run from my brain and never return
and it keeps me from doing the things
that keep me from feeling the pain for awhile
Ans then I feel the past again
But now istead of pain
There is
nothing
And I wish the pain was back.
Untitled
By Jen Wong
His demons lie deep, shrouded by a past of unreconcilable atrocities acted upon and by him, sometimes together, although not so commonly now than as of then. These demons lie in wait to ambush his mind, and in an attempt of retaliation his mind subsequently attacks his body, thus a failed mission to demolish the demons. And thus begins the deterioration of his soul and demise of his actual being in the eyes of God.
For who is man to end the very existance of a being, an act created and reserved for only one supreme God? Is this man not the very creation of that same God? And in determining to castrate himself from God, man fears no judgement or damnation. Man's very existance is defied and yet never to be known. Man becomes God.
Ok so this entry looks really long, but it's all the spacing. Four different pieces of writing. Four different techiniques, styles, moods, etc. I NEVER share my writing with ANYONE. except once last year I posted a poem on my lj and james madden said it was good.
Please tell me what you think. Comment please.
Lost in a tree full of memories,
Can you clear away the leaves to remember me?
Random quote time:
Jane Austin: "Indulge your imagination in every possible flight."
Henry David Thoreau: "Go confidently in the direction of your dreams."
Gladys Taber: "We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be."
Mother Teresa: "We can do no great things- only small things with great love."
aaaww....
Now on to MY stuff.....
Higher
By Jen Wong
I feel my skin grow hot
Eyes glow
Aflame with sensations of
Need
Blood burns my flesh
I beg for more
I feed on blood
Splashing on my lips
Teasing my tongue, its
Warmth
Trickles
down my throat
Longing grows
Body quivers for the
Hot
Touch of blood
Uncontrollable
Need
Takes over my body, my mind
Images of bodies
Hot, entangled
Moving Thrusting
My body starts to move
In sync, dancing a savage dance
I sweat
Blood pulsates through my body
Satisfied enough to release me
From its agonizing grip
Long enough to know
The joy
The pain
Of ecstacy.
Burgandy Sky
By Jen Wong
As I drive, I gaze
Oout at the western
Sunset sky
It is burgandy.
I am accustomed to seeing
Red and pink
Orange and yellow
Blue, and even violet,
But never before
Have I seen a
Burgandy sky.
Its beauty reminds me
Of how I once felt
A feeling of joy, of ecstacy
A feeling of safety, acceptance
A feeling I will never forget
A feeling like a
Burgandy sky.
Maybe someday
I'll have it again
That feeling of Love, of Life
But never the same
As what I once had
The feeling as soft as a
Burgandy sky.
Abandonment
By Jen Wong
I remember what you did.
But I can't distinguish when I started remembering and started forgetting.
I try to force the tears from long ago but
nothing
streams down my cheeks.
I feel
nothing
and the nothing
scares me
more than the pain.
Then when I think I have escaped the
nothing
Filled the void in my life
I find myself crying
Over some tick,
Some reminder of the
Pain.
A hanger
A belt
The scent of bleach
The sight of you
and I am left with
nothing.
And I start to shake
and I start to cry
or I try to
but cannot
and I scare myself
and I scare myself.
I feel an urgency to create
because maybe creating
will take away the pain
But never does it do more
than distract.
So I distract
And I distract
And I try so hard
to avoid the pain
by disracting myself
from my thoughts
from the memory of you
from myself
But the I find myself
stranded
eluded even by my creativity
Because the
nothing
blocks my words
Causes my sentences to hesitate
To run from my brain and never return
and it keeps me from doing the things
that keep me from feeling the pain for awhile
Ans then I feel the past again
But now istead of pain
There is
nothing
And I wish the pain was back.
Untitled
By Jen Wong
His demons lie deep, shrouded by a past of unreconcilable atrocities acted upon and by him, sometimes together, although not so commonly now than as of then. These demons lie in wait to ambush his mind, and in an attempt of retaliation his mind subsequently attacks his body, thus a failed mission to demolish the demons. And thus begins the deterioration of his soul and demise of his actual being in the eyes of God.
For who is man to end the very existance of a being, an act created and reserved for only one supreme God? Is this man not the very creation of that same God? And in determining to castrate himself from God, man fears no judgement or damnation. Man's very existance is defied and yet never to be known. Man becomes God.
Ok so this entry looks really long, but it's all the spacing. Four different pieces of writing. Four different techiniques, styles, moods, etc. I NEVER share my writing with ANYONE. except once last year I posted a poem on my lj and james madden said it was good.
Please tell me what you think. Comment please.