I saw you,
there,
but didn't
bother calling.
You wouldn't have heard anyway.
Not like that, you wouldn't.
Walked deafly past the deaf,
avoided eyes with the blind,
sheltered in your silence
and excused from homeless pleas.
Hear no evil.
Hear no evil.
Hear no evil.
I see you,
here,
but you
don't see me.
I call out to you,
but you don't hear me.
Ambrosia to ashes,
the surrogate revolution.
Serpents clog your ears
and whisper their silence.
Hear no evil.
Hear no evil.
Hear no evil.
I'll see you,
aga
Tell me...
How does it feel to kill a man?
It's an odd question I know, given the circumstances; but I hold a morbid curiosity about the whole affair that I have never satisfied first-hand. I much prefer listening to the accounts of others; the fragmentary, incomplete accounts, some suppressed by guilt or fear, some distorted by rage. The remorseless killers are worst, you know; they operate with such cold detachment that it can't really be called killing. They might as well be butchering a wild animal for all it mattered, and let me tell you now, that is remarkably uninteresting.
What? Oh, no, I'm not going to kill you. The dark, creepy b
The Heart-Shaped Room by evergreenrose, literature
Literature
The Heart-Shaped Room
I own a heart-shaped box.
It is small
(as two clenched fists)
and plain, but holds
Pride
(of place)
in my room.
Oh yes, she is proud
(that it holds that space).
***
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art bolder, and more passionate.
Shall I compare thee our first summer's day?
Thou art changed, and far gone a stranger.
All thou hast left me are fossils
Locked in a heart-shaped box.
***
For a dowry
(is that not what is expected of you?)
you gave me a heart-shaped box.
In it, you bid me place
tokens of our love
I saw you,
there,
but didn't
bother calling.
You wouldn't have heard anyway.
Not like that, you wouldn't.
Walked deafly past the deaf,
avoided eyes with the blind,
sheltered in your silence
and excused from homeless pleas.
Hear no evil.
Hear no evil.
Hear no evil.
I see you,
here,
but you
don't see me.
I call out to you,
but you don't hear me.
Ambrosia to ashes,
the surrogate revolution.
Serpents clog your ears
and whisper their silence.
Hear no evil.
Hear no evil.
Hear no evil.
I'll see you,
aga
Tell me...
How does it feel to kill a man?
It's an odd question I know, given the circumstances; but I hold a morbid curiosity about the whole affair that I have never satisfied first-hand. I much prefer listening to the accounts of others; the fragmentary, incomplete accounts, some suppressed by guilt or fear, some distorted by rage. The remorseless killers are worst, you know; they operate with such cold detachment that it can't really be called killing. They might as well be butchering a wild animal for all it mattered, and let me tell you now, that is remarkably uninteresting.
What? Oh, no, I'm not going to kill you. The dark, creepy b
The Heart-Shaped Room by evergreenrose, literature
Literature
The Heart-Shaped Room
I own a heart-shaped box.
It is small
(as two clenched fists)
and plain, but holds
Pride
(of place)
in my room.
Oh yes, she is proud
(that it holds that space).
***
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art bolder, and more passionate.
Shall I compare thee our first summer's day?
Thou art changed, and far gone a stranger.
All thou hast left me are fossils
Locked in a heart-shaped box.
***
For a dowry
(is that not what is expected of you?)
you gave me a heart-shaped box.
In it, you bid me place
tokens of our love
1
Checkout man stands between the shelves.
Arrow-straight aisles lead only to the
Frozen food in their plastic prisons.
School-girl waits by the lonely bus-stop.
The bus arrives exactly on time,
But she wishes for once it was late.
Stock-broker watches flick'ring numbers.
He wants to escape, if only the
Bills and children would pay for themselves.
2
Every night they dream,
Of swords, and mighty heroes,
Dazzling dragons and
Evils writhing in death throes.
A world beyond, a
World without any limit.
Desparately, they
Wish they were living in it.
Yet dreams live at night,
ANE: A False Beginning by evergreenrose, literature
Literature
ANE: A False Beginning
Rain thrashed the windows outside, flaying them with slivers of rain as the storm squatted overhead. Broken light fittings watched mutely as lightning briefly illuminated the awkwardly piled mannequins and carelessly strewn dresses, a split second before thunder's distinctive two-toned crack rattled the already beleaguered windows and darkness engulfed the room once more. Just above the pounding of the rain, the sound of a rat's scratching feet wavered thinly across the concrete floor, drowned out as the thunder roared once more.
A weak beam of light flitted across the windowpanes, throwing a wan spotlight across the mannequins. Having passe
"I love you."
Those three words cut off Dusk's receding footsteps like a razor, one darkened boot suspended halfway off the ground. Slowly he turned; his buttoned grey trench-coat rippled as he looked back at the beautiful woman behind him, crumpled to her knees on the abandoned road.
Dawn's pale blue eyes shone with the glisten of tears as she spoke up again, quieter now, but with every inch of passion that had been invested the first time.
"I love you…"
Dusk shook his head, his tanned skin a stark contrast to Dawn's fair complexion and flowing silk hair.
"Such a thing cannot be true; I have never been loved, nor will I ever be." His vo
I dont really remember anything before dawn this morning. A flash of the sunlight in your voice and the stars in my eyes told me there was something more. Today started with a conjunction, but I cant know what it connects me to. I think it has something to do with the tremor in our silent conversations.
It will be my fault, regardless. It always is when youve done something unforgivable.
My hands shake through the air, and I watch you watching me. Youre as wary as m
SG - 2. Memories -draft- by Ebony-Snow, literature
Literature
SG - 2. Memories -draft-
Hunger. Darkness. No world existed to David except for the small cell. The belief that there had ever been anything else was harder to hold onto through the time he spent awake; the time he called days, though he had no idea if the beautiful circle of brightness he had called the sun controlled the sky, or if it was the less brilliant moon and stars. Staring at the wall in the blackness was the same as closing his eyes, and at some point he drifted off into sleep.
Darkness, the stars were hidden. A girl - Catherine, his younger sister. Screaming. She was screaming, but there were so many others; screaming in pain
And I don't own the clothes I'm wearing,
And the road goes on forever,
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider
- "Midnight Rider" by The Allman Brothers
The party was in full swing inside the ranch style home. The innocuous-looking abode was one of many of the exact same style in the neighborhood. It was like a menagerie of upper-middle class monotony. The man in the black leather trench coat and wide brimmed duster hat looked strangely out of place in this neighborhood of SUVs and over-embellished lawns. He quietly slipped his
The Messenger - 1 - Alive by coshdaddy, literature
Literature
The Messenger - 1 - Alive
As the sun would crawl over the endless piles of buildings and begin to glisten over the water in the canals, so few sounds could be heard. The earliest of the gondola drivers, the singing of the songbirds human and animal hanging onto a note outside their windows, and of course, myself walking along the sides of the roads. Over the bridges, home to home, as the orange sky would light my way, chills from the morning air making every hair on my legs and arms stand on end. This was my life, my work, and my livelihood to which I had devoted the last of my days. A simple messenger boy, not a man, a shell of a man once revered in greatness.
I do
Prophecy
"Stop this nonsense!" Her voice boomed across the empty landscape as the two best friends paused and stared at the love of their lives. Deapth, and Halph glanced at each other. Panting heavily. They had been fighting. Fighting for the love of an angel.
Deapth's skin was pale, and his clothes were dark black stained with blood. His eyes were a deep blood red, and his hair a pitch black. He held a scythe to his side. "I will not stop now!" He cried. His voice was weak sounding, and he was highly wounded. Halph, on the other hand, was dressed in white monk clothing. His hair was blonde and well kept, he had golden eyes. He held no
Glitters and smiles. She runs and hides.
Small as a mouse behind a nearby shrub.
A mislead night wanderer has entered her domain
Smelling of smoke and elephant leftovers
Crinkling nose and cheeky smile
She lies in waiting
Eyes glisten, Thunder rolls
He stands tall: Eshu.
Watching, unseen, unheard
Proud of his apprentice
She lies in waiting, eyes skittering
Thunder rolls,
Jerking movements and swishing sand
Thunder rolls, louder
He comes closer
Thunder rolls, louder, stronger
His basket drops to the ground
Thunder rolls, louder, stronger, urgent
Scream and yell.
She giggles, no sweetness, harm
Thunder rolls proudly
Bask
Glimmering tears of mortal pain,
The curse upon her, burdening stain.
A fairy's life, once eternal true,
Now lost - a wizard's spell to rue.
The skull, her brother!
The skull, her mother!
Her father, sister,
Long-lost lover!
Their souls, for an hour,
Beneath wood tower,
A rose the sign
Of life, deflowered.
Her wings, a lingering remind
Of how Death, to them, is no longer blind.
If not for passion, this fate they'd be spared;
The w
Just a brief update to say yes, I'm still here. I'm just being incredibly slack. I've got things I play to read (including your piece, MoxCow - haven't ignored or forgotten about it =P) and things I plan to write; I'm just not doing them at the moment >_
So, my biggest news for the last few days is that, after an incredibly close contest at the Championship tourney on Sunday, I am the new SCA Rapier Champion for the Barony of Aneala, which is pretty much the greater Perth region ^^. I hold the position for the next twelve months with its attendant responsibilities. I also was gifted with the office regalia for that same time, which includes a rapier with scabbard and belt, the champion's cloak and a pair of fencing gloves. When fully armed, I now have a sword at my left hip, a dagger at my right hip, a parrying scabbard in my hand and another sword on my back.
To top it all off, I only joine
"Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself."
That's what my coffee mug says anyway; and I agree with it.
It's been many months since I last trod the literary paths of dA. In that time, I've been busy creating and refining myself. I've discovered that I don't want to enter the field of law, so I dropped that part of my degree and am now studying a straight Bachelor of Arts. I have plans to start a distance education course in Editing and Publishing in a few weeks, with the hope of becoming an editor one day. If all goes well with the course, I might not even need my BA to get there.
I've taken up medieval rapier wit
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You -MUST- hug 6 other people, at least!
3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page!
4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!