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| an unchecked poem:
The Nightmare Tree
i hear your voice like spinning water
it flows so softly down
i sound so frail under my darkest cloud
these arms push through the black shroud
like a dream where you can never wake
i'm trapped in me, escape is too late
my nightmare tree cradles me in it's arms
as i struggle it holds tightly, no hope alone
i sound so frail under my darkest cloud
these arms push through the black shroud
there's no warmth left in my deepest hole
all it offers to me is cold
as i watch the crows claw out their eyes
and feel the tree as it binds me in
i consider you, and me falling, tumbling,
down into the night
sat adjacent to hope, it bleeds away from me
a vacuous emptiness, no life inside my nest
the black shroud has forever consumed me
no sound from under my darkest cloud | | |
| into the dark i throw myself
i take my torch along as well,
shine my light in someone elses's eyes
i should have waited, i hope they don't mind
i don't see your reflection, in their gaze
just a couple of verses, jumbled up in a daze
as i waited, to see you staring back at me
and i waited, but you're not there
this week's motion picture has faded
it's picture all blurry, the film is degraded
they clicked it on, anyway
i watched you by the sea, you looked so cold and gray
colours washed out, hidden beneath the waves of lies
your transient stare, it caught my eyes,
and i watched you, alone in the sea
alone and tired, together, without me
i'm far too tired to be searching today
i'll only fall over my own feet anyway
with my laces untied, how far can i go?
down is for certain, but how far i don't know
i might stumble a little, and drag myself up
walk a few miles, try and reach the top
but i'll always be crawling, clawing my way along
for as long as i can go on
this week's motion picture has faded
it's picture all blurry, the film is degraded
they switched it on, anyway
houselights go down, you looked so cold and gray
colours washed out, hidden beneath the waves
your transient glare, it burned my eyes,
and i watched you, alone in the sea
tired and lonely, together, without me
i've walked as far as i can crawl
so for now, i'll leave this here and save you all
these belated words with no message
i just want you to know that i miss you like hell | | |
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~Driven~
he's driving way too fast to watch her fall asunder
someone should clip his wings and be off with his head
tonight there's this kid
and he'd be better off dead
white lines on the road flying toward the car
he hurtles down the valley, not knowing where we are
in the passenger seat she sleeps
her eyelids unblinking, unconscious for a week
he caught her on the stairs, she didn't see it coming
and now she's sitting slumped here with this crazy kid
a boy without reason, but he was seeing red
he won't hesitate to hurt her, won't stop until she's...
a faded stop sign, at the end of the street
a hope he regarded, as just out of reach
there's no turning back now, he turns to hear her sleep
her blood he can taste on the tip of his tongue,
not long left now, not long until we're...
gone
he took the wrong train home, he never should have faltered
flew back with grace, though the tracks were altered
he wants it this way, nothing's gonna stop him
he's got that look on his face, the one with no name
now her eyelashes flutter, oh hell she's awake
not long before the screams now, just you wait
what's a guy to tell a girl when she's covered in blood
i guess that he'll tell her, like any guy should...
a faded stop sign, at the end of the street
a hope he regarded, as just out of reach
there's no turning back now, he turns to hear her sleep
her blood he can taste on the tip of his tongue,
not long left now, not long until we're...
gone
she can't feel her arms, this kid dosed her good
just before he cut her, and tonight there's room for more
what could go wrong now, he's nearly complete
under the city lights now, no cars on the streets
she studies him closely, then with all of her strength
knocks his hands off the wheel, and falls back to sleep
her saviour came in the headlights of a truck
it hit and sent him spinning right out of luck
he needed no murder, no crime to commit,
her heart beats out, along with his too
we're getting nowhere, we're not getting out
this time it's over, this time tonight
no need for a stop sign, they crawl on the streets
this dying hope it's way out of reach
there's no turning back now, he turns to hear her sleep
her blood he can taste on the tip of his tongue
not long left now, not long until we're...
no need for a stop sign, they crawl on the streets
this dying hope it's way out of reach
there's no turning back now, he turns to hear her sleep
her smile beams toward him, he cries out in pain
not long left now, not long until he’s... | | |
| ~to the wind~
she whispered her deepest emotions and blew them into the wind.
carried by little messengers of blue and gray,
they reflected their message upon the lake
i heard the reeds whisper of the hope it sustained
i caught a trail of midnight gray,
opened it's song
and built bridges from it's intention
scarved in white she stands on the hilltop
high upon where you should never look back
they'd rue that day,
for now the sky would wait
she whispered her deepest emotions and blew (them)
into the wind, where all is forgotten,
where once was for you
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i don't seem to be able to finish that, i can't quite find the right...something | | |
| something i wrote a long time ago whilst trying out new styles of writing...i think this was meant to be a hybrid of fight club/max payne/the sort of thing to make masochistic kids squeal with delight. have fun...
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chris woke up with a crash. the sound of a thousand rabbits being blown into a million pieces. that army outside would surely find him in here soon. question was, how long could he hold out. how long could chris hide.
a knock at the door. chris leapt to his feet. then the effects of the drug caught hold of him like someone throwing a blanket over you when you're a kid. the ground became like a skate park in winter, and this skater was wearing slippery shoes. the ground met him hard.
the hospital bed felt like a lost paradise. wait a second,
hospital bed. shit, they'd found him. hadn't held out that long after all. no matter how hard he tried they found him. even the invisible can be seen by some.
chris tried to feel his arms. nothing. hell, how to get out of this mess. tubes led out of his arms, pipes out of wherever the heck they could fit them. he looked like a freakin' map of the freakin' london underground.
he pulled together all his strength, amounting to about the same as a poor little bunny rabbit who's just been hit by that light he was so transfixed by about 3 seconds before. not one of those rabbits outside, mind. they were evil bunnies. army guys, millions of them. damn, they probably harvest them all, from vast fields of the infectious human waste that they are.
doctor feelgood brought in a new stench, you know, your stereotype
evil genius doctor with the round black glasses, labcoat, pens sticking out as if they're attached to his body, and those long gloves that have been...god knows where.
chris certainly wasn't going to stick around to find out...
the good doctor put something up on the screen in front of our injured hero.
"look doc i'd love to stay for the movie where the scruffy dog meets the cutesy cat with the celebrity voice overs, but frankly, i've seen it a thousand times before...so why don't you just let me outta here?"
the doc looked amused. he smiled that stereotypical evil smile, then cackled madly as only the most evil of genius assholes can.
"well okay then doc, i'll just have to make my own way out"
chris closed his eyes...within a second he was on his feet, the tube station machine with all it's tendriles flaying madly all over the place, but not in chris's arms. he could feel energy coursing through his veins...he pointed in the general direction of our friend the doctor, and blew his head clean off his shoulders.
"sorry doc...i'll settle the bill with the receptionist...and get someone to come clean this mess up. don't lose your head over it."
chris swiped the doc's keycard through the door lock, and made his way out of that goddamn hospital.
only later would he realise what they'd done to him...
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not much has happened recently. i got a letter through with some things explaining the cognitive behavourial therapy i'm going into soon. quite scary...it's next monday anyway.
other than that i'm writing something for someone, which i may post some of at some point. if not, i'll write something for here soon. something more like 'me' than the above...
...later days... | | |
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