Junk
New shit and old shit
CODE
Bass
Strobe lights
Flashy colors
Dark space
Light passes over, changing shap and color
Illuminating the mass of moving bodies
Flashes of light glisten, from expensive drinks and sweating bodies
Beat
Rythem
Bass
The only language understood by the mass
Their bodies moving in time, wildly
Free of inhibitions, morales or any thought at all
I am here, but this is not my world
I am not able to live freely as they do
But perhaps I envy and lust after their movements
Drinking their expensive drinks
The wallflowers catch each others gaze
One vanishes, only to reappear by the other
Words are not needed, for the beat rules all
A kiss to the hand
A nod to the door
One lamb follows another
The cool air evaporate the sweat off their skin
A sparkle in the eyes
A caress across the face
An uninhibited kiss
They find their own beat,
as they rock to and fro
Doing their own jungle dance
[need to find an accompanying picture of two people making out in an ally]
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ok, saying I haven't been totally idle creativly, here's a poem I did 3am day before yesterday.
blah blah, needs work, wrote it once, never looked at it again, standard of my work.
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I was in class, chatting with a friend and got the first line of the first poem stuck in my head, so I wrote on it. . . Like most of my work, it's more of a start that needs revision, but chances are, that I'll never go revise it again, unless I extend it. Also note it's been a while since I've written anything creative. None of my kinky stuff here.
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Beautiful canary
sitting alone
in its cage
Lovely canary
sweetly singing
Sing for me
Lonely canary
by itself
Fly free
Sitting alone
I watch you
Fly free
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Some older ones
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When you poured your heart, mind, body and soul into somone
When you looked forward to Every moment, every smile, every word
When you've taken them, knew them, felt them, let them become a part of you
They let go
They left
They left wiht your gut between their teeth
and like the giant who stole fire from the gods, their ghost returns to wrench it forth again and again
They left with your bloody heart
callously squeezing it, as you feel every move
peeliing, teasing ever muscles fiber in it
You wonder
Why God has forsaken you
Why you still live
If the thought will ever remotely cross your mind to ever reach your hand out again
And those who love you and feel you, such as myself and few others
Can only hold you,
lend an ear and a shoulder
and share the pain the best we can and try to ease your burden
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CODE
I have lost my heart
When I came much too close
Now I wonder lost
I search for an ember
Of a long buried flame
Not where I left it
A beautiful flame
Kept till it burned too badly
Now I am ever numb
Now ever dead and numb
Mindles seeking sensations
Better to be gone?
Green dragon flied
A crimson mane drips lifeblood
He does not feel death
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CODE
Missing what I once had
Wanting what I cannot have
Delving ever deeper into my personal hell
Memories are all you left me
Memories are all I go on
Hungering, craving, I stalk those dreams
Once hooked on a constant supply
I keep looking for the next joint
joint of the drug you supplied me, in heart and mind
I look at myself, forlorn,
seeking but a moment's respite,
your ever teasing torments me
If I cannot have we I so desperatly need
Then I shall supplement one with another
Ever delving deeper into a personal hell
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Here's the story I've been promising for a while. It's completly underdeveloped and with minimal editing, but I forced myself to copy it from the textbook I wrote in when I became restless on the bus one day
*edit* I actually started rewriting it
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He stood balanced as if weightless on the top of a burnt tree, looking up at the fading night sky. He glanced down at the garrison of troops, approaching. It was almost time to deal with them. They were easy to notice, in the vast wasteland and the night brought them no shelter as he had long lost the ability to sleep. He sighed and stepped off the edge, now running along the trunk of the tree and leaped just before reaching the base, continuing to pick up speed. His blades were barely visible, only dark shapes across his forearms, while the predawn light did nothing to lighten his grey skin.
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He stood on the other side of the garrison, watching their pompous leader stare at his troops, many of who did not even realize they were dead, their armor keeping them from falling. He wasn’t sure whether the little bastard simply did not notice him across the dark landscape or was too shocked with his formerly living garrison. He was more annoyed with the lack of numbers then with their intent to kil him. If there more, he might have been able to go even faster . . .
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It was in a previous life that he was in his own garrison. The last they were sent on was to invade some temple of some damned cult. None of them really escaped alive, least of all him.
They became trapped in the main tomb, hounded by unseen awakened monsters. His last memory searching for stuff to block the door, and coming across the dark blades, enshrined, catching his attention.
The next thing he remember was hearing the screams of his wife, one he had dearly loved. He was there, resting her decapitated head on the edge of a blade, where it stared at him. His son’s blood drained body was not far. Like the blade, her screams, hadn’t left him. Well, almost never.
Well, that why he began killing, at least his personal reason, to drown out the horrific noise. These days, he didn’t mind it so much. In fact, he rather enjoyed it. It was his only companion, besides the blades of course. Now, the speed brought it’s own ecstasy.
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He continued onwards, towards the direction from which they came. He left their witless leader impaled on the tree, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
He had dreams, dreams of speed, of fighting and endless foe, continuing to speed up. His very movement would cause his ash skin to glow, red, then yellow. His dreams always ended with the world in white, and he suspected he wouldn’t survive, not that he cared. It’d be worth it.
He followed the path, while the morning sun dawned on the dark figure