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12-26-2006, 04:16 PM | #31 |
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Ok, this one is about God... and that's all i'm saying because i hate giving away anything about my writing. I wrote this earlier this year, around May time i think... or June.
The Authority, The Artist Tossed around all her life; somehow she wished she’d never been born, although she realised the blessing’s tide would lap at her feet. She had her own ideas, she thought, about why she was here, on this obscene sphere of driftwood; eternally stranded on a galaxy of illusions. One pinch of her opinion from The Authority’s artistic implement brushed her independence aside with a brash nudge; auric, gleaming in eyesight. Perched eagerly on her wooden seat, she bows her head in imitation and delusion of peace. Chants of loyalty exchanged but far from absorbed. Death to the heathen, death to the heathen. And the cotton wool around her head dripped with scarlet liquid of his paint while suffocating her very way of existence. The Authority's hand quivered for a moment, bridged between completion and demolition. Maybe he’s just too critical, but he just can’t bare the sight of an impure painting. Last edited by Calum; 12-28-2006 at 10:03 AM. |
12-27-2006, 04:37 PM | #32 |
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I guess i'll bite Hope you like
Commuting Visions Ironic how things fall into place Now that I'm pondering how this all began Years seem like minutes as I find myself lost Navigating pointlessly without knowing left from right Was there something unsaid? You are my Sun and I the young flower trying to bloom My feelings rising and crashing waves and you the Moon Gravitationally pulling me as I try to pursue This euphoric journey culminating with you Optimistically hoping for the story book ending Despite many obstacles my feelings never required mending Was I wrong to dream? Visions of us exploring foreign cities in perfect bliss Exchanging delightful smiles and casual winks Non-verbally communicating mutual desires for night to fall Nocturnal yearning for the union of souls The perfect ending and intimate spoon* Is this the end? Mistaken metaphors, symbolism, analogies and rhyme Instead of implying, should I just express clearly What I felt was obviously shown time after time? The fact that I love you immensely Feelings overwhelm me, and I continually see Mirages of you on my morning commute and the rush hour home Wondering when that time will be Where neither distance, space nor time could keep us alone *Spooning/ Spoon 1. A non-sexual embrace which provides the most intimate bonds between lovers and friends. 2. A horizontal hug where the friends/lovers lie back to chest, and fit into each others nooks. Like little spoons in a drawer. 3. A form of affection between couples where the man lays front to back with the girl.
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12-28-2006, 10:11 AM | #33 |
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^ That was excellent; heartful and genuine. Great stuff.
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12-28-2006, 02:00 PM | #34 | |
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