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[hyacinthex]

The L Word.

I wish
she were as sure
about this one thing
as she is
about everything else in her life.

And I wish
I were as sure
about everything else in my life
as I am
about this one thing.

[Oreo]

Feb 7, 2009 13:34:06 GMT -5 hyacinthex said:

The L Word.

I wish
she were as sure
about this one thing
as she is
about everything else in her life.

And I wish
I were as sure
about everything else in my life
as I am
about this one thing.

At first I thought it was about being a lesbian. Because of the show "the L word." Then I thought, Nah, it's about "love" in general . . . But now, I'm really thinking it's about being a lesbian because you say she, then I. And now I'm really confused. Are you going for ambiguity?

Also, I am drooling, Travis. Thanks a lot.

When I go home this weekend I am going to post a story I wrote about a shitty class. . I knew one day I'd put something in this thread. Hope you're all excited.

[hyacinthex]

I'm bisexual, Oreo.
That was semi-drunkenly scribbled on a napkin at a cafe in October 2008 for a girl who is now going to school in the UK, the lucky bish. I was .. crazy about her. But unfortunately, she and I had a lot of differences on how we viewed the word "love" when we said it to each other.

The other piece I posted a little ways back, titled "Dizzy," was also written with her in mind.

[Oreo]

Hurr, well that explains a lot. I was not aware.

[lestat]

;D IT EXPLAINS HOW AWESOME U ARE HYA!

[muertalas]

The prologue to one of my stories titled Control.

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Guns were firing in the streets, their explosive sounds shredding the eardrums of passerby as their targets moved closer in a tsunami of people. Anger and determination painted their faces as they pushed and attempted to shove passed the blockade of police officers. Noise was an erupting volcano as voices were shattered by the invasion of bullets. People screamed, footsteps thundered, and the air was laced in fragmented metal and bloodied smoke. Bodies were falling, slumped, to the gravelly pavement while others trampled over them to get to the Finish Line; to accomplish their goal.

Picket signs were demolished by the tirade of firearms, their slogans living only in the minds of their holders. Police officers shot rhythmically at the tidal wave of rioters from behind their shields, each of their faces mask-like, fake, inhuman. Man and woman dropped to the ground one by one, given one look of sadness and sorrow before being trampled by their comrades. The world moved on.

BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

LIBERTY IS THE KEY TO JOY

FREEDOM

RULES WERE MADE TO BE BROKEN

WE ARE HUMANS, NOT ROBOTS

One after another, the riot was picked apart, bodies littering the streets like dolls. Blood stained the pavement like paint, seeping into the Earth and glistening in the shadows of the towering skyscrapers. Orchestras of shallowed breathing and yells danced with the gunshots still resounding off the bones that constructed their prisons.

And the world moved on.

Homo Sapiens: humans. One of these creatures, descended from primitive apes who may have not been so primitive after all, that had been completely unaware of how their way of living – regardless of their position on the map – had changed indefinitely. They were unaware of the fact that the clichéd description of “silence filling the air as the dead left the Earth” was not true in the slightest. Gunshots still rampaged through the smoke filled air; the officers' weapons would point immediately at anyone still even slightly alive. The riots had started quickly and ended even faster. But the world kept its orbit going.

The bodies piled up, one by one, like insignificant specks on a windshield, and the officers continued to pick through the streets searching for anyone who may have been witness to the flaw in their government.

The government was the supreme law. The government was the ultimate protection. The government was the Savior of the human race. Anyone who defied the government would be killed on sight.

“Hey! Fylan!” A voice called out in the shadows, the noise disturbed only by the stray sound of a gun being fired. Footsteps drummed upon Fylan's ears and he looked up from where he was sat, his back leaning against the cold brick wall of an office building. A younger man, presenting an aura of excitement and enthusiasm at his job, panted before him, swiping blond hair away from his helmet-protected forehead. “Hey, um, sorry 'bout your old lady, man.”

Fylan grunted, lowering his head back down once more.

“But y'know I had to do it,” continued the younger man. “She was one ah the rioters and, well, duty calls, y'know?” He added a shrug as if it concealed the blood on his hands.

“Heh, you're talking like you've killed millions before, rookie.” Fylan laughed, but there was absolutely no humor. He was hollow; the look in the green orbs he called eyes were enough of a sign. “And you haven't. Leave me be and brag to someone who cares, fuckin' newbie.”

The rookie opened his mouth to snarl out a retort, closed it, and huffed. He turned on his heel and hustled off as Fylan sighed, removing his navy blue helmet and tossing it aside. Sweat drenched his already pallid face; graying locks of brown hair stuck to his skin like glue and Fylan raised gloved hands to the sides of his head, covering his ears. Tears – warm and unwanted – cascaded down his cheeks, landing upon the plasma drenched sidewalk. Another laugh escaped his lips, insanity threading the noise into his head, where his headache increased. He shook his head harshly and looked up towards the sky, lips quivering and body trembling.

Fylan screamed.

And the world moved on.

[bjslim]

A poem about the Russian Campaign in WWII

We trekked through the forests,
cold and all,
to defend Stalingrad, before it falls
We reach the Volga, Gaze at the dock
We see our comrades, Still as rocks
The commissars speech tears our fears asunder
We run to the boats, we do not blunder
We cross the Volga, Hunt down the rats
We make them remember.. They broke the pact!

[harlequinsjester]

Kerrrpluh..shoulda posted something long when this thread was alive lol.
:Writing a book. I don't know why. I like to write. See Jan Run. lol Don't ask.

Only a short snippet of it. I don't wanna give out too much lol It sucks too much. Idk, I might post a little more later bleh.

As the sun dissolved below the horizon, the last gleam of gold died amongst the motionless branches above me. Advancing upon us was the night: dark, black, crushing. The tension increased between us soldiers as we lay submerged in the enveloping mud, sinking slowly with the burden of battle gear strapped to the chest and back.
As I looked up, an icy trickle slid down my cheek; the first drop of rain. I breathed out slowly, calming my nerves and wiped my brow with my grimy hand. Concentrating harder, I focused my attention on a spot beyond the horizon.

Time and silence were the enemies. The symptoms of fatigue invaded our minds, causing unwanted thoughts and memories to replace our grip on reality. A gentle pull inside my head: pieces of memories, long ago forgotten, weaving together in an intricate pattern. Each one interlacing with another, parts forming the whole before it came to me as if I relived the moment. The memory melted into another. The smells, sounds, and sights all too real.
It was quiet and dark. I felt myself floating in the shadows.
The rain hacked against my helmet with the enclosing murkiness and the numbing freeze solidifying my aching outstretched arms, clasping my rifle in position.

Abruptly the rain ceased and the night was filled with the vacuum of silence, interrupted with the occasional click of ammunition and firearms and the periodic dripping of rain from sodden leaves. Straining my eyes for any sign of movement, I peered into the mass of pitch black, seeing nothing. Time seemed to have stretched and slowed, playing with the sanity of my comrades.

Holding my rifle with my left hand, I felt for my sidearm, making sure it was still strapped to my hip. I wriggled myself forward, hoping to flex my limbs from their cramped position. Sharp twigs and leaves scraped alongside my trousers, poking my bruised knees and forcing rasping breaths out of me.
The crude silence of a looming battle burned through our senses.
It was broken by the faint scraping of boots against rock directly ahead of our posts. The air around us had frozen: my breath caught and solidified in my chest.

They were coming.
This was our signal.

[SnowOwl96]

Pretty awesome stuff guys and gals. And Harle, don't worry this thing is still alive and will be as long as people post their writings in here. = ]

[GPink]

A small transaction.

1: I got a lot of sleep last night.
2: Possession is never an admirable thing to brag about.
1: But exorcising isn't what I had in mind.
2: Your gut shows it.

[SnowOwl96]

I know I have some grammer issues but I'll fix them laters.

I am a spirit
I inhabit a machine like body
Breathing, bleeding and feeling emotions explainable and unexplainable
I live in this body to learn and understand, to observe and to figure out the meaning of all that surrounds me in thought and in reality.
The dream realm is a whole ‘nother place , a whole new world filled with pictures, thoughts that the creative neurological part of this body presence
I know there are rules to living this life and certain procedures I must follow
Unfortunately rules were meant to be broken, procedures were not always meant to be followed, boundaries are suppose to be crossed in order to find that one special thing that each and everyone of us is meant to be found.
Each one of us is somehow connected, bounded together
There are a trillion questions and in finding the answers may take an eternity
I am not whole nor am I less than half
I have yet to figure out the secrets of this body
I have yet to even figure out what I am
I have yet to figure out who I am
You may refer back to my first sentence
“I am a spirit” but is that what I really truly am?
Do I really exist or … perhaps I’m not so sure anymore.
You may see that as a dumb question but is it truly dumb?
Or am I something more, something different with another name
Or perhaps I have no name.
I try to look deeper, I use things, items products such as music and pictures, moving pictures with sounds and other people’s thoughts to try and figure it all out.
But what do we truly know?

Ah, perhaps you may have the answer, the answers to the questions that I ask.

I’ll be here. Waiting and listening with these opened ears.


Finding me through a story ~ Movie

I was watching Nim’s Island with my mom and the movie seemed to have touched me in more than one way. Several morals and phrases that were in the movie are ones that I go by. “never giving up on your dreams” for one, another “You can’t hide from you fears forever, take them on headstrong” “If you let your fears get to you then you probably won’t accomplish anything and you’ll go on not knowing what could have been.
The lady that snapped at me while I was out during my nature/scenery photography, telling me to stay out of her yard and on the track when I wasn’t anywhere near her yard. People like her don’t know me and they shouldn’t have any bearing on what I do with my life. I’ve lived in this area 25-26 years. I’ve jumped fences at the reservoir and ran towards the lake with a few friends growing up. Yea, I broke the law I’m sure of it. And I’ve broken it a few more times but who hasn’t jump those fences? You can’t stay couped up in one small area hoping to get something special. If you want something special you have to work for it, earn it, even if you have to jump a fence to get it. I’ve had to do that in order to get the perfect photo of a hawk. I constantly question myself “If I go out today what well I get, will it be a photo of a hawk, an owl , will it be an amazing shot or will I get nothing this time?” You never know until you go out and try. I’ve been around, my country turned into a town then a city. I know what to expect and I listen while I’m out there. There's stray dogs, poisonus snakes and insects along with the birds and broken down trees. Just don't give up and let your fears get to you, don't let someone tell you what to do. Just go with your feelings and do whatever it is that you want and hopefully you'll get what you want.

I'll end this here, If you look and listen you might just find yourself in a movie or in a tv series.

[harlequinsjester]

Another snippet of my book lol. Sorry, long post.



Across from me, Radovic peered into his scope, and motioned for me to move forward. I took a moment to pray, and scrambled over the small heap of bark, leaves and earth into the patch of tangled ferns sprouting beside the riverbed. I lay motionless on the ground; every breath became harder to take as each second passed. My breathing paused as the small troop of enemy soldiers trudged closer to us.

Several hoarse words were exchanged amongst the foreigners.

Without warning, a single shot fired; its echo sinking into my bones and shaking me deep within.
I tried to move, but my arms and legs refused to respond.
I heard a dull, sickening sound; a soldier’s lifeless body collapsing to the ground.
The nauseating smell of blood inflated my nostrils, so the hairs stiffened and accumulated, and sent me coughing out rapidly in muted disgust and chronic horror.
Radovic’s blood had sprayed onto the surrounding greenery, his lifeless body sprawled and ravaged from its strength and power.

Shouts of instructions flew across the atmosphere. Men altered positions.
The rattling of rifles, the clicking of grenades and the pumping of the M20 attacked our senses.


A violent anger churned inside of me, cracking my ribs from the rapid beating of my heart. I leapt to my feet, no longer shielded by my cover, and in one swift motion flicked the safety and swung the rifle to my shoulder, aiming directly at the incomers.
I ignored the recoil, my eyes transfixed; my expression motionless. The ground trembled slightly at my feet, like the faint rumblings of hunger.
The air was peaked with the loud bursts of bullets, whizzing past our ears and ricocheting off rocks, sending jagged shards into eyes.
Whipping out a round of bullets, I began to reload, my fingers numb, my hands trembling, my feet rooted to the ground.

The metallic feel of the rifle sent shivers down my spine. I fired once more, my vision piercing the darkness, targeting unfamiliar soldiers.
My breathing quickened, hearing the successful thumps of lifeless bodies succumb to death.
It brought me pride. It brought me pain.
Pain thrived on such existence- Physical pain, mental pain.
Pain was inescapable; death was inescapable.

Suddenly, an explosion of light erupted and beamed into my eyes. I shielded myself from the intensity and staggered in confusion.
My grip weakened on my rifle. My ears whined with unfamiliar noises.
I breathed out, and slumped to the ground.
My hands swarmed to my torso, I felt for the source of stinging and throbbing.
Warmth enveloped my fingers. I was bleeding.
I had been shot.

[davethezombie]

Something I thought up earlier:

Today is my first day. My career begins on this particular day. 4 years at MIT, and here, I have landed myself a job at this research facility. "This is the way to go, son. You'll be wealthy, landing a job over there." my father had said to me, just before I left the door of my house this morning. I gave a half grin at my father, and slumped on my shoulders on the way to the car.

Now, I sit here, thumbing the wheel of car, in the parking lot of the research facility. I gazed outside my car window in the early morning, watching as employees, park their cars around me, and make their way toward the building. I reached out toward the back seat and pulled out my brown leathery briefcase. Clicked open the lock, to discover I had only packed myself a sandwich and a sharpened pencil. Although, I was well prepared to leave the car, I still waited in the seat of my car, taking quick glances at my watch.

7:50. It is 7:50 and my shift starts in 10 minutes. I nearly had to force myself out of the car, to take those first steps in the building. Inside, lies a train running throughout the facility. As the train moves, there is an announcer speaking through a speakbox, talking about the future of this particular research. I discover toxic wastes pools, and odd sightings of military around the perimeter, as the train moves along. "It certainly is more than meets the eye." I had thought to myself. At last the train comes to a stop, and I am greeted by a security guard. "First day here, huh? Name's Barney. But you can just call me 'Barn'." the guard speaks.

Passing through countless doors, I finally have arrived at the main lobby. The guard at the desk was working on a computer, typing who knows what. "Lockers to the left. Eli will show you the way around here." the guard speaks without looking at me. I'm still tingling with bits of nerve, crawling all over my skin. I find myself at the first day of high school all over again.

"I presume you are the new employee here, sir!" shouts a voice across the room. My eyes crossed across the room to see a young black scientist, waving his hands gesturing toward me. "My name's Eli." he smiles as I shake his hand. "I'll show you the ropes here. Heh, no need to be afraid around here. First day people always get the shivers." he chuckles. We walked toward the lockers as I took glances of the places like the lunch room and labs around the building. In one window, stood a stiff man in a blue suit, straightening his tie. He stared at me oddly as if he recognized me. My mind of the odd man drifted away we approached the lockers. "Your locker is just straight across the room." says Eli. He then took a look at his own locker, pulling out a photo frame and looking at the people in the picture deeply. "My dear poor Sarah, and newborn baby. I'm planning to build a guardian for her one day. Protecting her from all the evil in this world." he speaks softly. "Well enough of that" wiping a tear from his eye, "now to move on to your workstation."

We passed through corridors of pipes and labs filled with empty tubes. We reached a room filled with scientist, making converse on charts and pulling knobs on machinery. "I'll leave you here with these nice men. You're gonna love it here!" said Eli as he departed, his voice echoing through the halls.

"Ah, you must the new employee!" cries a scientist with balding hair. "Your workstation is just into the next room, where we will conduct tests. We've received some form of communication with some distant planet. Who knows what organisms lay beyond there?! Now, step into the testing chamber and we will instruct you on further directions." says the balding scientist. My legs shook with shivers, my hands turning sweaty and slippery. As I stepped past the sliding doors, the scientist looks back at me. As the doors close, the scientist makes an eerie tone, "Oh, and we hope you will enjoy it here at Black Mesa, Mr. Freeman." The doors shut.

[mrfabulous]

It's time for him to live up to his family name, huh?

These are lyrics to a song my band's going to record within the next few months.
If ever you and I, then surely we. (x2)

Verse 1

Now this reflection stares through me,
it says, "don't walk away!" (Don't walk away)
From all of this
You can't let this fire burn out

I'd rather let the rain come down instead (instead of)
giving me all of this talk
Why don't you show me hat you got (you got)
nothing to say
believe what you may
Just don't walk away!

Bridge 1

Who are you kidding,
this is all that we have left
We try and plan our futures, but it's
just as unclear as this.

Chorus
don't tell me what we don't got,
just tell me you won't ever stop.
If ever you and I, then surely we. (x2)

Ohhh...

Verse 2
So let's not ride all our hope
on this fraction of a d-d-dot (DOT)
the line
On this chapter
Just get on with your life...(life's)
meant to be spent, not bargained on
It's no simple you know, so just
forget what you know
don't fight with the flow
So simple to let go.

Bridge 2
Who are you kidding,
my voice just won't give out.
We try and plan our futures,
and I don't see mine without you.

(Chorus)

(Instrumental)

Bridge 3
Don't tell me what we don't got.
Just tell me you won't ever -
Don't tell me what we don't got.
Just tell me you won't ever
stop.

[tenshibo]

Heres my poems, plz comment on them, i'm prolly entering them in a contest for money soon.

In the end
I walk all day,
I talk all night.
Day by day, I never stop.
My spirit starts a die’n,
My eyes start a cryin.

I walk on the street,
Gun in hand,
Focus in mind,
And your love in my heart.

I walk all day,
I talk all night.
Never shall I stop,
Finding you is my goal,
And I will not stop until I fill that hole in my soul.

I climb up cliffs,
I search so far,
I’m ready to fall.
I can’t wait no more,
I’m ready to fall.

No more will I see your face,
Feel the warmth of your skin,
The love in your heart.
No more nights on the beach,
Days under the tree,
Or walks in the park.

I shall see you soon,
One day,
Far away,
And if you’ll wait ‘till then,
If you’ll wait ‘till heaven.
I’ll wait there, “why you ask” I’ll wait for you, “Why?”
I’ll wait there, for you, so if you need me, you can find me.
Now I will go, forever, and nevermore, shall we speak, until we meet again, in the end…

Wandering man by Drew Fowler
His past a secret
He walks all day
He walks all night
Skin shriveling up
Burning footprints
He's been here before
Memories, a history book
Eyes tired and weary
He walks all day
He walks all night
She, a maiden, he searches for
Searching eon's
Searching centuries
Bones and skin,
A melting skeleton
He walks all day
He walks all night
His hands shake
His body aches
His weak broken limbs pain,
Knees hit the ground
Come Home, says she
He walks all day
He walks all night
Body burning
His broken limbs lifting
Eyes of rebellion
Step by step
Inch by inch
"She",he speaks
He walks all day
He walks all night
Soon he tires more
Soon he breaks
No more shall he hope
No more shall he pray
His spine quakes
His body aches
No more shall he speak
He sees her, his search is complete,
Now, the wandering man rests, never more shall he speak, never more shall he walk, Never more shall he suffer, never more shall the wandering man search.