Chantal
Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 1015 | September 15th, 2008 at 08:20pm
Ambush
We watched and waited
Our forms only slivers of vision
The sun braiding into the trees
The bloody rivers of dusk entangled in the greenery
Our forms only slivers of vison
Our presnce felt by our companions alone
The bloody rivers of dusk entangled in the greenery
The slow transfer to night emulates our impatience
Our presence felt by our companions alone
The enemies weak in their state of ignorance
The slow transfer to night emulates our impatience
The moon our symbol to charge
The enemies weak in their state of ignorance
Paranoia their best friend
The moon our symbol to charge
Soon, we strike
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Chantal
Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 1015 | October 3rd, 2008 at 11:27pm bump! |
Chantal
Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 1015 | October 6th, 2008 at 03:40pm Some old poems I found while digging through my computer.
Agony and Ecstasy
Thanks for an eternal headache
A constant invasion upon my thoughts
Poisoning a naïve belief
Turning to my one grace
My one home
Understanding my ability to not condone
To never approve
Expression, acceptance, respect
Their hold on me
Their hold on me
Jet black shaded over your thoughts
By choice by the way
By choice
But I must always return, never sway
Never relinquish my hold, never surrender my hold
Frustrating
Not comprehensible
But truth
Movement and Chaos
Emotion hidden in a twisting movement
Fighting against the power of natural forces
Gusts shattering the composure of her face
Twisted into something unreadable
A cascade of scattered jet black
Chasing the wind
Sprinting in a multitude of directions
But never escaping its owner
A variety of balloons hang on for dear life
Their strings digging into the flesh of the girl’s extensive fingers
In the other hand
A firm grasp keeps the second group in line
The only sign of order
All their neon shades blinding the sky
Their delicate arrogance balance needing constant feeding in the form of attention
Reassuring their convictions of being aesthetically pleasing
Umbrellas scurrying past the girl are frenzied in their appearance
Inside out
Out side in
Loosing material all the while
In the distance, a more standard scene is depicted
Plain school house
Regulation Street light
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I.wish.i.wer.a.ghost
Motor Baby
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 940 | October 7th, 2008 at 03:52am dude, i like them =] |
Im.Just.Me-.-
Fabulous Killjoy
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Posts: 162 | October 8th, 2008 at 01:46am wow =]
really complex words... i mean diverse...
XD I like it. |
whiteshadow
Killjoy
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Posts: 4 | October 10th, 2008 at 04:40pm "The Lighthouse"
I see
The white walls before me,
Looking out a glass window
At the long, white picket fence.
The wind blows,
In my ears
The turning sea
Sounding so far from existence
Lunch is cooking,
On the stove nearby
Scents of baked beans and bacon,
Reach my nostrils.
Dust falls,
From the walls,
Concrete particles fly in my mouth,
And I sputter and spit.
I rub the bumpy walls,
I stand there, bored to death,
Sweat running down my face,
For no reason at all.
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Chantal
Bleeding on the Floor
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 1015 | December 4th, 2008 at 01:54pm Some new stuff.
The Sandman
A spread of opaque dream
Strikes my hidden vision
Dampened in mist
To exist in front of my eyes
Sleep’s extensive fingers
Coated in glistening black
Create frigid crumbling cracks
Shattering trance to lies
So we beg for light
Scrambling for grasps
Of remnants, of shaded vapor
Our personal shards of time
Yet as desperation protrudes
From my throat, from my lips
Sleep and instance, irrevocably intertwined
Run to their haven, my enemy’s divine
The Theme of Doubt
It was all she could do
To cling onto the remnants of her intelligence
With her natural sense of hesitation
Fighting against her true will
Reasoning was gone with the wind
“A price to pay, but with doubt in the way
Time might as well not exist.”
She dug her teeth into the flesh of her lip in frustration.
Ambiguity echoed in her eyes
Then tattered fingernails were slipped into her mouth
And she began nibbling at them
But suddenly a reprimand darted from her lips
When she recalled that she was attempting to abandon the habit
“Smile.
You do remember what one of those look like, don’t you?”
Happiness.
Was that truly more than a memory?
Distant thoughts,
Caressed in fog, contaminated with truth
Rushed back to her in a cascade of sentiment
“Trust me for once.
You won’t regret this”
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