cAMP inhibition, gut ambitions surface (as)
Weary nostalgia (creates)
Insomniac condition (manifests)
Emerging renditions of manic expression (force)
Open my soul to my mind...
(weary weary weary, what makes me so sad and dreary?)
And my mind tries to ignore (ignore ignore, forget!)
What else can be done when your soul disregards (how can I forget?)
The past and its consequence (I can't forget...)
Imagine a musty darkened world, rotting leaves spread every which way. Knee deep, I wade through the decay, mind clogged, heart weary, soul heavy. All I want is a taste of fresh air. Every breath brings in the stink of death, and Im tired of it. Ive grown lethargic, and this landscape is only the reflection of my mind.
Youre voice rings in my head, and all I can hear is your soft tones. All I want is you. Looking down at my feet, I see a glisten through the decay, and at that moment I know. Break through the lethargy and Ill find your beautiful face. Long forgotten energy starts to flow through my veins, and I see pos
The earth which was once full of life, excitement, and bright colors seems to have lost its core, it reeks of lack luster, an eyesore and cold to the touch; perhaps in the fury of expression the human race spread its wings too fast, too furiously, forgetting that the wings were not their own but a gift from heaven, manna from the gods, which were given to them on good faith, with the hope that these simple creatures could arise to clandestine heights, unfettered by the clutches of inferior intelligence, yet the gods did not realize the mistake they had made, for with this intelligence came the fucked up belief that mankind was doomed to fail,
He said,
"May I be so bold as to inquire,
What it is that you require?"
Now... This man I do admire,
Who so boldly inquires
What my heart desires.
.
...
.....
I'd like some socks please! :D
Ultimate decay of hope. Thats what they call it. They say that life hasnt been the same since it came about. And they know what they are talking about. Who the fuck is they anyways?
Whatever.
I just call it the fat ass party pooper. Or sometimes Charles. Just Charles. Calling it (well you could say him) anything else just seems superfluous. Like that Harry Potter He-who-must-not-be-named-this-is-freakin-long type of deal. Charles here is the shit-stain on a fat mans panties.
Ew. Gross.
Anyways, Charles is probably liked by most; they call him Char Char for short. I know right? Char Cha
I try not to judge you
But I know you judge me
And to be honest
I play off like I dont give a damn
But I do.
I really do.
You mean a lot to me
And I see that now
I used to fight it
Thinking I was alone
But I see you now.
I really do.
I got over myself, and gave you a chance
You came through for me, honestly
And you helped me become more
So much more than I would have been alone
Thank you.
For everything youve done, I love you.
The Natural Flow of a Writer by EmpathyFlux, literature
Literature
The Natural Flow of a Writer
From our minds flow
ideas, back to back, again and again. Ideas so fleeting, so voluminous, that trying to catch them all would be futile, but still we try. Our hearts ache, watching these dreams fly by, reaching out to find nothing, constantly wondering what could have been. Finally one falls into our hands, our fingers tingle with anticipation, a purpose, a goal. Perhaps to let others know our story, or maybe just the act of recording in protest of the bitterly short time we are given, to live on past our bodies as something more. At these times anything seems possible, all roads are the ones less taken, and anything can make
Sahil Khanna
Friday, March 30, 2007
"Do you realize that we all hate you right now?"
"Yeah, I know," I replied with a chuckle. Still smiling, I walk out the door. I hope no one saw my hands shaking. Door Shuts. Deep breath (oh man…). Deep breath (breathe). Deep breath (OK).
It's a Thursday night, freshman year of college, and a common time calc exam. 7:00 pm to 8:30 pm. I'm out by 7:35 pm.
… I'm sorry?
I'm not an exceptional student, I just think fast. As it turns out, I also get math. Or at least this math was easy enough. Apparently I'm hated for that fact. Who would have guessed? It's not like I've been putting up with it for years o
A growing unrest
Like an unwanted guest
Poisons my soul
The lack of stimulation
Dots my day
Fills me with exhaustion
Yet my mind does not let me forget hope
Hope for growth
Hope for change
Hope for the future
God I need sleep.
Snip Snip Snip
Excitement building
Feel them slip off, one by one
Long covered skin exposed
Rub Rub Rub
Tingling of the senses
Anticipation growing
Reaching for the goal
Grope Grope Grope
The hard shaft
Once dead
Flows with life
Cutting my nails
To play
My guitar ;)
My last night at Tech, at least for this year. As I lay in bed I thought of everything that had happened this year and realized I was not quite ready to have it end. So I decided to take a walk. I went to DX with the intention of grabbing some food and eating it in some dark corner of the drill field. Unfortunately for me, I forgot about all of those people who love to get drunk on campus. The drill field, though mostly empty, was not the quite place I wanted to be in, so I continued to walk. Eventually I reached the pyramids of the engineering building outside of Johnston, and there I sat nursing my chicken. The silver rays of moonlight flas
Dreaming while Im awake
You follow in their wake
Who are you?
To be honest I am quite okay
Going on day by day
Being alone is not so bad
I have friends to keep me glad
Still I ponder
While you tear my heart asunder
Who, indeed, are you?
Not a body, not a face
Just an imprint of grace
You ice cold lich
Hoodwinking me, you witch
You crazy crazy bitch,
Who the hell are you?
Lament young one, cry for your loss.
Run away little one, go find your precious mum.
I? I will not cry. I will not run.
I have done my share, so flee, child, be gone.
Live in bliss, ignorant to truth
One day you will know pain
One day you will know love
And you will never be the same
Dance young one, bask in all that you have
Laugh little one, you know not
I? I danced and danced, now my legs have grown weary
I laughed, oh! How I laughed! Yet you would not understand.
Be excited! There is much yet to come
Feelings you would never expect
Realities you could never dream
And after the pain
After the love
You will know me, a
A smile on my lips
A tear in my eye
My hands on your hips
Oh god dont cry
I have to stay strong
You're breaking at your base
I know this is wrong
Your losing your grace
I can see it in your face.
Your hands grip me tight
Putting up a fight
Trying to make this right
Oh my love, my love
This is goodbye
She walks | He walks
alone | alone
forever seeking | never needing
a home. | a home.
She's gone from here | Hes been there
to there | done that
nearly everywhere | Always boasting a dare
but what do | but what is it
indeed | indeed
those lonely | his strong
blue eyes | true heart
need? | needs?
A place for | A person
her
letters spattered on a page by Psychedelic-joi, literature
Literature
letters spattered on a page
Slide through forked rake fingers
Ink it down the pages of time like a smeared carbon copy
Of something you never really were
contraband tears
can be sealed up forever in little plastic sacs
clear baggies cut off the feelings from the blood stream forever
bag the memories and stash 'em away
you can't stop me from living alive
they can't stop me from living a life
i can't stop me from turning around
looking back a tower of salt--
never lost but never found
Flushed, she runs
She had faith in them
Trust echoes through her
Etched in the blueprints of her soul
Knotted welded, chained to her.
She brakes free
Her soul shattered
She now becomes a jigsaw
Repairable, with time
With care.
Exhausted she stops
And rests upon a tattered lawn chair.
Translucent rivers release.
Her caged soul ripping in half.
A soul without a body
Or a body without a soul.
She's empty
Without thought, without care.
She drags her small swollen feet,
Back to her temporary home.
When I was young, I came across a stream in the forest. I could see the pebbles below, a few fish in the lazy swim against the current, and the sun dazzling off the shallow, dancing waters. It was not so deep I could not cross, but my shoes were new. My mother would have a fit if I got them wet.
On the other shore was a boy. My own age, but far taller, a fey sort. I wanted to meet him, but I could not cross. We wandered the beach till we saw some logs that had fallen in the last storm. We worked together, from both sides, to build a bridge, and I ran across it to meet him.
When I say some people shine brightly, I do not mean they have spots
Enough.
You can hang me out to dry
In this Litmus paper cage
Dye it
Blue if I am angry
And red if Im enraged
You can rope me with your necktie
Like a bucking bronco leashed
Leave it
Loose if Im a good girl
Pull tight if Im impeached
You can drown me with your sarcasm
And pride throughout the day
Scream it
If you want to
It doesnt matter what you say
No words change my conviction
I will not give in
Ive had
Enough.
Playing with the stars...... by IceQueenOfWinter, literature
Literature
Playing with the stars......
You know, sometimes its uncanny about how quickly something or someONE in your daily life can become a full-fledged obsession. And sometimes, its frightening too. I mean, I can see how a completely average person could progress from being a devoted admirer to a fanatical stalker. Of course, logically, thats only a hypothetical statement on my part. I am not stalking a mysteriously attractive woman by the name of Mildred Crescent Menders.
Ah, Crescent. If I were William Shakespeare and this was the sixteenth century; I would enthusiastically write romantic sonnets in honor of her eccentric beauty. But sadly,
So I basically got shot down today relationship wise, but it's ok. It was sort of a shot in the dark anyways. I asked, and that is important because I won't have regrets :)
SO moving on, I'm exciting for this coming semester.
I'm taking a creative writing class and a science fiction reading class on top of my science courses. I want to write and read :) I"ve already read some of my books for my sci fi class, and Im really looking forward to it.
Not much else going on, so next time I'll give you more
How are you all doing?
Its way late and I have classes tomorrow, but I cant seem to relax. This past weekend was my birthday. And it was bitter sweet... OH so bitter sweet. My ex (yes I got a girlfriend, and then lost her since my last post :( ) spent most of it with me, and we acted like a couple again. But I dont know if its going to be the same tomorrow, when the real world exists again.
Le sigh.
Anywhos, nothing terribly new. Taking summer courses again, so I'll be at college all summer. I have to get up in 5 hours so I guess I should go sleep. Hopefully il be back into DA some more :), I miss you all!
<3
Sahil