The crunch of steel! The breaking of bone,
blood splattered across the dashboard,
like tomato sauce on a meaty slab!
Crumpling, crumpled, dead. Another
collision on the roadside, this time
motorcycle and motorcar,
never paying attention!
The sirens, signaling the services
safety, not like the three
which troubled Odysseus and Jason!
Dead at the scene, the shaking of heads
moving of bodies, mutterings of men in yellow.
Yellow for warning, red for danger!
another fresh slaughter on the roadside.
It used to snow in December, shoveling
the days away as though nothing had ever
mattered,
clearing the porch was an arduous task
but there was no task as hard
as defrosting the meat in the cellar.
Christmas brought presents, lights, cheery
faces upturned to the tree
longing for prizes, gifts and love.
There is a tinge of melancholy
I wanted the red engine, not the blue.
Dinner on the 25th was always the same,
cranberry drizzled meats, roasted potatoes, and steamed vegetables.
The crunch, crack and chewing, creamed potatoes were
never allowed at the table.
Scraps were given to the dog, golden haired, pink
nosed through and t
Peaking,
a crack appears in the doorway
accompanied by the bright eyes of youth
searching for comfort and solace
Creaking,
as the first steps on the landing
swallow bright eyes in yellow fluorescents
searching for comfort and solace
Knocking,
sounds out on familiar doors
as silence completely swallows bright eyes
searching for comfort and solace
Stepping,
on steep stairs carefully, no sound,
the house is quiet, as the bright eyes whimper
searching for comfort and so
Scenes of truth
Sighing slightly, as he hung up the phone, Sam got up from the sofa and looked around the messy room he currently occupied- his parent's living room. He could see the remains of lunch, which at one point had rested on a plate, now scattered across the carpeted floor. He supposed they must have fallen off the sofa arm as he was jolted awake by the loud and rhythmic sounds of his house phone, a few minutes ago. The television was still blaring, though the show about Animal habitats in Africa had now given way to advertisements for a new brand of soap. His mind wondered back to the phone call- his parents were going to be back b
I had always left my love in a box,
fourteen centimetres by fourteen.
Mahogany, finely polished with rocks.
It held many things that you and I had seen.
It had always had a special place here,
right beside me- i'd never let it go.
I hadn't doubted once, not with it so near.
This mahogany box, I need not throw.
You couldn't see it, after all this time-
because I shielded it from your gaze.
This little mahogany box of mine.
It was yours, to last 'til the end of days.
And when we argue, in my 'lil box I see
something there;
your love- under lock and key.
To barter your love, I cannot conceive,
our inversions of thought do tempt distrust;
but strength of heart and mind - fashion believe
a caring too tender for cupid's thrust.
Oh solely remember thy taste, refresh
and rinse your mind for future days to dawn.
May hearts not twine body to spirits flesh,
and bring another chance 'til breaking morn.
The curse I placed o'er myself breaketh not
bonds formed by strongest hands, yet choke a voice.
From sunken earth, love not admits its plot;
or yet morality of our rare choice.
But through the looking-glass of our love, we
shall never think of what others can see.
1.
hill of violets
thousand beauties beat you
age conquers them
2.
summer snow
falls very slowly
to bathers distaste
3.
a sky filled ballet
swirling flakes of white
february blizzard
4.
a river flows,
swiftly now
beneath the ice
5.
hovering slowly
fireflies glow brightly-
banishing night
Your shattering realities create,
imperfect unisons of minds alike.
Assumptions of a single unit,
always together- always two.
But never one- that's just you.
Unable to last, one remains one.
Unable to end, one remains two.
If this were love, if this were true,
Would you be one, instead of two?
This marriage of soul and love,
was not meant to be.
You true selves wish, to fly free.
Of shackles placed, with the utmost care.
And too fall apart, a condition- oh so rare.
Yet with this, after all is done-
One shall still remain as one.
The crunch of steel! The breaking of bone,
blood splattered across the dashboard,
like tomato sauce on a meaty slab!
Crumpling, crumpled, dead. Another
collision on the roadside, this time
motorcycle and motorcar,
never paying attention!
The sirens, signaling the services
safety, not like the three
which troubled Odysseus and Jason!
Dead at the scene, the shaking of heads
moving of bodies, mutterings of men in yellow.
Yellow for warning, red for danger!
another fresh slaughter on the roadside.
It used to snow in December, shoveling
the days away as though nothing had ever
mattered,
clearing the porch was an arduous task
but there was no task as hard
as defrosting the meat in the cellar.
Christmas brought presents, lights, cheery
faces upturned to the tree
longing for prizes, gifts and love.
There is a tinge of melancholy
I wanted the red engine, not the blue.
Dinner on the 25th was always the same,
cranberry drizzled meats, roasted potatoes, and steamed vegetables.
The crunch, crack and chewing, creamed potatoes were
never allowed at the table.
Scraps were given to the dog, golden haired, pink
nosed through and t
Your shattering realities create,
imperfect unisons of minds alike.
Assumptions of a single unit,
always together- always two.
But never one- that's just you.
Unable to last, one remains one.
Unable to end, one remains two.
If this were love, if this were true,
Would you be one, instead of two?
This marriage of soul and love,
was not meant to be.
You true selves wish, to fly free.
Of shackles placed, with the utmost care.
And too fall apart, a condition- oh so rare.
Yet with this, after all is done-
One shall still remain as one.
1.
hill of violets
thousand beauties beat you
age conquers them
2.
summer snow
falls very slowly
to bathers distaste
3.
a sky filled ballet
swirling flakes of white
february blizzard
4.
a river flows,
swiftly now
beneath the ice
5.
hovering slowly
fireflies glow brightly-
banishing night
To barter your love, I cannot conceive,
our inversions of thought do tempt distrust;
but strength of heart and mind - fashion believe
a caring too tender for cupid's thrust.
Oh solely remember thy taste, refresh
and rinse your mind for future days to dawn.
May hearts not twine body to spirits flesh,
and bring another chance 'til breaking morn.
The curse I placed o'er myself breaketh not
bonds formed by strongest hands, yet choke a voice.
From sunken earth, love not admits its plot;
or yet morality of our rare choice.
But through the looking-glass of our love, we
shall never think of what others can see.
I had always left my love in a box,
fourteen centimetres by fourteen.
Mahogany, finely polished with rocks.
It held many things that you and I had seen.
It had always had a special place here,
right beside me- i'd never let it go.
I hadn't doubted once, not with it so near.
This mahogany box, I need not throw.
You couldn't see it, after all this time-
because I shielded it from your gaze.
This little mahogany box of mine.
It was yours, to last 'til the end of days.
And when we argue, in my 'lil box I see
something there;
your love- under lock and key.
Seagull, a sigh lent by myloveliestsequence, literature
Literature
Seagull, a sigh lent
to wind
the weight of thoughts
In salt,
and day-
shade wings
Were dreams (now,
black nets) floating ) ) )
out there, through tidings
of a movement at sea, to-
wards
the land breathing
in its eater, first voice of day'd speak
(dawn).
Do you have any clue how
mesmerizing
you remain?
You're a cryogenic
heart
attack
{encased in flame}
and laced with memory's sweetest secret name
spoken
and winding
icily
down the same
backbone that you freeze
with a fireburn hum;
to feel you breathe
upon my xiphisternum
is like a dream from heaven above
wrapped in an
aquamarine
pillar
of
flame;
"I am so in love with you"
becomes preferred refrain.
(There's something stuck in my head:
it's you and I.)
We cannot be the same,
for we have witnessed
candlelit displays
of com
September's here, and with it, Muse at Wembley! One week from now exactly!
School starts again next week, on monday. Yay.
That's about it.
'til next time,
DF
Well, with the end of my English literature exam today, I can happily say (apart from general studies) that I have no more exams to do!
Huzzah!
My birthday was last month, got a new bass guitar, which is brilliant!
How's everyone doing out there?
DriftingHigh.
p.s. I wonder how many people will notice this journal/common on it!
Anyone ever wonder how our society has gotten to the state where we are totally dependent on other people and objects to be happy? Does nobody remember a time when you could go for a three mile hike and come back completely peaceful and happy?
These are the questions a friend of mine asked me recently, and to be perfectly fair, I agree with the point he was trying to make completely.
We've all lost our perspective.
Cheerful thought that!
In other news, I leave for Austria to go skiing this Saturday, which will be great fun, as always. Expect photos!
And i'm going to Australia via Beijing this coming Christmas, which will be amazing!
Wel