I am just the sound
The old radio plays
Static and songs
Neither good nor bad
Nobody notices when it's turned off
And I wish so hard that I existed.
I am just the shadow
Sitting in the corner
No eyes see me
As I watch the games
Pool, ping-pong, darts,
Shouting, laughter
But no eyes see me
And I wish so hard that I existed
I am just the girlfriend
Obligatory lump
On the boyfriend's side
Do his things
Meet his needs
And I wish so hard that I existed
But I don't
Midwinter's moon
laying low
just above the trees
Open, full and wide
spilling light
filling the whole earth
Moondrops roll gently
dripping from the dark breasts
and round bellies
of the mountains
pooling deep in the meadows
Heavy moon-drenched snow
weighing the low tree's branches
I'm not afraid of dirt
or mud or muck or doing hard work.
With a saw or axe I'll fell, limb, and buck a tree,
and though it may not be the prettiest job you see
it works, and that's what really counts.
When it comes to looks I don't care an ounce,
be they mine or yours or the job I did,
'cause though I'm not pretty I've got thoughts in my head.
So when I go to sleep in my cold lonely bed,
(which is the way I prefer it, don't get upset)
when I'm alone, I've my mind's company,
and that's really all than anyone needs.
Love: is not easily forgotten by Panther-Nora, literature
Literature
Love: is not easily forgotten
And you.
You broke my heart and,
displeased with the results,
you scattered the pieces and
ground them under your uncaring heel.
Yet I loved you.
I remembered the sweet things
you poured in my virgin ears.
The quiet moments beneath the sunset
or riding through the summer mountains.
Just you and I.
And I loved you.
Though I cried a thousand
tears and begged you not to leave,
promising to write,
promising to return,
promising to love none but me.
You left me.
Each promise you made and
each word you spoke
were lies.
And beneath the loathing I
came to feel at your name,
beyond the lies you left behind,
passing by t
I sit on the lonely mountain top
When I need to think, to stop.
While they sit in their dark halls
And close themselves in walls
Squabbling about their petty laws,
The sun in the snow gleams on my face
Far apart from the frantic race
To right or left I chose to go
I'm not caught up in the flow.
Don't try to make me come back down
I'll sit here on the mountain's crown
I'll breathe the air and smell the flower
As is sit atop my lonely tower.
For here it is I found my joy
And here I need no pretty toy
To fit right in, for there's just me.
Alone, and happy as can be.
It's been a long time
So I guess I was unprepared
When you took my heart by storm
Ran your fingers through my hair
Told me that you loved me
And never would let me go
And I wonder if I can trust you
Though my heart tells me so
As I sit here waiting for you
I wonder if it is true
Or if I'm only dreaming
And in the morning it'll be through
Please tell me I'm not sleeping
And that you're really here
Tell me again you love me
And there is nothing to fear
Cause my little pessimistic heart
Tells me this cant be
And that you're only a part of a dream
That in the morning you wont be
Lying here beside me
Holding me again
Tell me
When I look in his eyes
-Eyes of shattered glass blue-
I know somehow that his words are true.
I see in his eyes
What I've not seen before.
I see the old things
But also much more.
In the dark eyes before his
I saw only greed
(Desire and lust are more what I mean).
Now in his eyes I see that too,
But only after looking through
The love, respect, and tenderness
That accompanies each caress
When his fingers dance across my face.
The love that's ours is not a race
To add a conquest to his list,
No, but to savor every kiss.
So I think that this could last
Unlike the others in my past.
Always before were 'religious guys'
Went to church and prayed every night
They threw me around
I was treated like dirt
That's 'the way life was'
I accepted the hurt
But now there's you
And you treat me right
You tell me i'm pretty
Swear your love every night
How can our love be a sin
And those before be right?
I dont understand my church anymore
All I understand is tonight
There is a war
With casualties unnumbered.
Each side's the worst off
And each side's the best.
Armies laughing and shooting
They're slashing and burning
The pain, it is something that wont go away.
One side has cannons,
The other has bombs.
They fire and fire
With desperate desire
Their trenches go higher.
They're dying, and filing the earth with their bones.
Each blast cuts me deeper
I'm down on my knees.
Haven't you heard?
It's all inside of me.
Can't you see that you're killing what's inside of me?
My body is yours
Do with it as you will,
But my soul is my own,
The one part of me you cannot touch,
The one part of me that's mine.
You may try to break it,
Scream obscenities in my face.
You may beat me until I cry aloud
But you will not leave a trace.
My soul is flying in the sky
It's far away from you.
You can beat me, starve me, hate me,
You can shame me before all,
But my soul is flying in the sky
And it will never fall.
Cut me, rape me, kill me even,
Do the worst that you can do.
My soul is soaring through the sky,
So far away from you.
My body is yours
Do with it as you will,
But my soul is mine.
And you
This song was written from the flat of my back.
It was the only place I could be
Life hit me so hard, left my soul a broken shard.
So I wrote this song from the flat… of my back.
This song was written from the flat of my back.
Dark was all I wanted to see.
Heard you were dead, the sorrow went to my head.
So I wrote this song from the flat… of my back.
This song was written from the flat of my back.
Wars and armies took you from me.
My love I give, without you I don't want to live.
So I wrote this song from the flat… of my back.
This song was written from the flat of my back.
It's where I wanted to be.
I'll make no more wa
Who would I be?
I would be a woman of the earth.
Planting seeds, nurturing life;
I would sense the warmth in seedlings
Feel the blood of trees cool against my cheek
So close beneath their skin.
What would I be?
I would be a woman of the earth.
Feeling nature's love,
I would radiate that love to others.
Feeling the pull of the moon on the oceans,
Sense a stirring in my own blood.
And in summers heat and in winter's cold
Rest in the peace of all ages combined.
What would I be?
I would be a woman of the earth.
My roots firmly fixed in the soil,
Weathering out storms
I would feel the great pounding heart of the earth h
1. Make yourself a sock puppet advisor and ask it before making any desicion. For better results, name it and have long-winded arguments that lead to totally unrelevant things.
2. If your opponent leaves for a little while, run away and hide.
3. Act constipated the whole time.
4. Constantly insist that your knights are kings, and they get a special combo move that only you can do. The move includes immediately pwning their king then a victory dance.
5. Set up your pieces differently and when asked for an explanation, say that it's the "Norwegian" way.
6. When he/she checkmates you shout loudly: "Ha! I win!"
7. Name every one of your pie
I never meant for any of this to happen, I was just angry. Confused. Everyone has that point, where they just can't take it anymore where one more little thing just throws them over the edge. I was at that point earlier today. Everything had gone wrong, I failed a biology test, I burned lunch, I forgot to do my laundry, but I was still ok. It takes a lot more than little things like that to throw me off.
Then the really messed up stuff happened. I live in Apartment 11 in Pine tree Condominiums, but today I was going over to number 4 to pick up my girl and then go to a movie or something. I knew something was wrong as soon as I walke
My dreams are filled with nightmares,
My love is filled with pain,
And from this faithless world I walk in,
There is nothing more to gain,
My fingernails are filled with white,
My teeth full up with clear,
My hands are good for seeing things,
And my eyes are good to steer,
My skin is made of marrow,
And my bones of flesh and blood,
My soul is made up of nothing,
And its pain is made from love.
Sad like water, I would say,
And she would understand,
Or not, it's all the same,
She'd be quiet,
She'd be there,
And that's all I really need,
She's not, of course.
I could say I am angry like the sun,
Or happy just as well,
But I would never say I'm happy like the sun,
I'd say I'm happy like, hell,
I'm depressed like a grain of sand,
Or as sickly as a diamond,
As powerful as smoke,
Or tired like a canyon, grand,
Hold my hand, my hand,
Cuddle,
Or rather, just withstand,
Me.
Sight, meserising.
Like oriental dragons, it
Spins, cartwheels, climbs, dissapates.
Touch, thin air.
Like a grey ribbon, it
Wavers, gathers, twirls, knots, frays.
Scent, exotic night.
Like sea waves breaking, it
Pools, spreads, rolls, journeys on
journeys out
journeys up,
Vanishes.
Sound, silence.
Write a poem for me,
Darling.
What about? Oh, anything
It doesn't really matter.
Just don't make it
Dark or emotive.
Don't give it meaning.
Don't try to hard.
Don't give it feeling.
I just want to se you smile.
You've got a gift.
I just want to see you
Use it for good.
You need to be brighter.
What do you mean?
You've got to wait
For your muse?
I'm your muse!
Aren't I telling you
What to do?
It's not flat.
You'll enjoy it!
You need to smile more.
You need brightness
In your life more.
Subvert your morals,
For me.
Don't you love me?
Why won't you do this
For me?
Write me a poem,
Darling.
What do you mean
I don
Don't sell me funeral plots
on late night television
if the end is already in sight
am I supposed to pull the sheets up to my neck,
count to zero,
smile, and cease?
no
keep your pills, in all their pretty colors:
celebrex, propecia, allegra, lipitor, zanex, viagra
keep them for scrabble
keep your rogaine, your facelifts
keep your death insurance
keep your graveyard reservations
hit me running.
let me go down swinging
make it a sport:
give me a ten-minute head start
and an obstacle course.
place a beautiful girl on the far side of a mine field
and whisper, "she wants to kiss you"
target me on my feet
dodging doomsday's in
Current Residence: Vermont Favourite genre of music: Indie stuff, usualy. Operating System: Ubuntu Linux Shell of choice: Pretty ones found on the beach Wallpaper of choice: Raver Paper by Kuroitora. He has some awesome stuff. Favourite cartoon character: Mugen (Samurai Champloo), Millie (Trigun), Edward (Cowboy Bebop) Personal Quote: Cant teach an egg to fly.
I don't know why I'm here. Probably a passing thought, my fingers typing in an address I haven't used in years. I thought I would add that I still haven't died. I am quite alive.
But I have moved on from this place.
I am not a 'true artist'. I did not have the drive to continue creating.
I have drifted to a different place in my life, and those I counted friends here seem to have done the same.
Um... I'm not dead?
been living in California for the summer, doing a little writing of stories, but nothing substantial. Been exploring the crocheting of Amigurumi, with good results.
Not much else to add.
I may be owning a bakery this summer.
this is good, because I have been unable to find work for the past year and a half, have very few marketable skills (but quite a few unmarketable ones), and love making unusual breads.
this is bad because it seems more and more likely that my love will be hired at a very good job in California, and I would have to be in Utah, and I have already spent months apart from him this year, I don't want to be alone all summer. I don't do well alone.
Panther-Nora, I think it's been a really long time since we've spoke lol. Listen i'm going to be starting new writing, with I think a couple of new techniques but mostly a sick twisted way of what defining thing it will have. Come check it out when you get the chance