Rahsash Geldich

I like this, it feels like you're trying to pretend nothing's wrong, even though you knoe it is, and the usage of a spider is a good metaphor for such a thing. Of course, I could be completely off trck of what you were thinking....

Ah well, very good anyways

They stood in a small circle, a circle of famliarity that each had come to depend on in this short, yet in explicably long amount of time. Amber could read the fear on everyone's face, feel in in the tears that sprang unbidden from her eyes and flowed down her face. When Tobey saw them, his face crumpled in anger and some unnamed feeling the spoke of regret and hurt.

"I hate this place. We're following a white rabbit down his little magic hole."

"To drink tea... Wonder if there's a guy running around down there with a top hat..." They all chuckled emptily at the joke. Chris was staring at Amber, into her eyes, silently begging ehr to please stop crying. She couldn't stop the tears any easier than she could give a genuine laugh, but a watery smile brought one in return, and he wiped the glittering substance off of her stained cheeks and sighed, kicking the ground, completely at a loss.

"Well, no use in standing here, lets get going." Tobey tried to usher them all towards the hole, and the wind that had gone by so long unfelt ran up the hill. It was ice cold and carried long, somber notes that brought feelings of untold mourning and suffering to all of them. Jasmine shuddered. A voice sounded up, carrying a melody that was more felt than said.

"Crying, crying silver tears, silver tears that speak of fears... Dying dying all are dying, all are going away, running astray, drifting away."

Amber was called back to life by Chris tugging on her arm, pulling her insistenly towards the hole, trying to speak, saying something... The voice held her, called to her, wanted her to lift her voice and join in the song...

"I don't know the words," she whispered, twisting slightly. Chris gave another insistent tug and she crawled into the hole, seeing nothing but Tobey's white tee in the distance, and the flecks of silver that occasionally showed where Jasmine's cocoa skin was located in the ever dark. Then Chris came in behind her and shut off all the light.

She went in mechanically, on her hands and knees for the most part. The wind whispered behind her, trying to reach into the tunnel and pull her back out. There was an insistent combination of tugging and pushing that led her away from the voice.

"But I want to sing," she protested, still moving and completely lost in the internal battle that she was fighting.

"Damnint Amber, keep moving, you're scaring me to death..." She dimly recognized the voice as male, but no more than that.

Suddenly, the voice stopped, leaving Amber feeling as if a pressure had been taken off of her entire body. She tingled head to toe, and small spots of light danced in her vision. Although the caster of the spell had stopped, the after effects were lignering, and she still felt the desire to turn around.

"Oh my god, what the hell was that?" Jasmine stopped in front of her, turning around to hug Amber.

"You had us scared to death hon, you looked like a zombie or something!"

Up ahead, Tobey had crawled out into the space beyond the tunnel, and a thump resunded as he sat down against the wall, to let the rest come in.

"You guys, I don't know where we are, but I don't think that the Mad Hatter would keep a house like this."

A sigh of relief, immense applause

Everyone rises as the curtain falls

Cheers resounding through the halls,

But there will be no curtain calls.

Play a character, play your soul

Mix who you are around in a bowl.

Fend off depression, black as coal

And you don't get yourself back whole

You got a brand new skin to live in

But now the entire world is spinnin'

And you just don't seem to be winnin'

Not in the present or the has been

You want to live, you really do,

But you feel as if you've lost the you

Thought you were one, but you're two

Yourself and the character you slew.

So who are you when the curtain falls

And the applause is echoing off the walls

In you head, an insistent voice drawls

"You, yes you, gave up the curtain calls"

Edited by: Rahsash Geldich at: 6/4/02 3:01:31 pm

The main image that comes to me with this is one of pouring your heart and soul into your writing, and occasionally your dreams too. It flows well, like a dreamy drifting feeling, or a scene that morphs from one image to another seamlessly.

I greatly enjoyed your use of so many authors and their works, and the way you twisted so much! I think I espically like the line about Ivy Leagers under the sea. Very enjoyable, and its good I think that you've found an outlet that at least you can express yourself. Art, THE arts, what a wonderful thing.

I get a new sense of purpose reading this, like its written on a signpost at the beginning of a long journey. It not only tells you to be, but it tells you to be the BEST you can be, to be yourself.

If you'll beg pardon while I quote myself-

"we claim we learn from our mistakes

But we still let the same venom come

And say there were different snakes"

Or some such thing like that (Sorry, its a bit early for me) Very invoking of the backgrounds with the names as well as their purpose, such as the flight for freedom of Icarus and the greed in the story of Cain and Able. Very nice.

WoT Rules! Even though we would like to actually have a finished series, and a non-cliffhanger book... Ah well, such is life

It speak in colors, Red of blood, pain and hate, black of remorse and pain, and white, which although it usually signifies purity, you turn into hopelessness. Very well done with the imagery ::As soon as she realises she was babbling in her colors talk, she blushes & makes an exit before she does so again::

Very nice

As the ascended the hill, Hexad was pointing to a hole near a leafless tree that stood in the middle of the graveyard. Its topmost branches clawed at the moon as if to bring more light into the shadow upon shadows that was this place. The headstones were mostly worn, old granite that reflected the pale light as a glow, but the first few reflected it, newer. Jasmine suddenly gasped and jumped closer to Amber.

"What?" Amber looked around, expecting the undulating specter of her nightmares to jump out at any second.

"There's a face on that headstone."

Amber shivered, a chill wracking down her spine as she skirted the space in front of it. During the day, the face might have looked like a child singing, but now it looked like a cryptic scream, a tormented cry for help. She didn't want to look, didn't want to know who now resided there.

"Well, you wanted tea, but now you won't come down to drink it!" Hexad pouted, crossing his arms and nearly hitting himself in the face with the scepter. His ears were straight up in indignitation, and the tail that Amber just now noticed was tapping in time to one of his oversized feet.

"I wanted to know where we were, not whether I can have some tea or not," stated Tobey tersely. His hair was sticking up at odd angles from where he had run his fingers through it in agitation, and he had hand clutched at the back of his neck as if imagining what the effects would be if that was placed at Hexad's neck.

The thing had the audacity to look perlplexed by this proclimation, tilting its head to the side. One of its ears flopped down in his face and he blew it back up irritably.

"Besides," added Chris, "Theer is no way in heaven-"

"Or hell," interjected Jasmine shuddering. Amber gave her a caustic glare, much happier munius the thought.

"That I am following a white rabbit into a hole."

"Ah, don't worry about it," said Hexad, dismissing the refusal and waving them into the hole as he went in himself. "Alice doesn't live here any more."

The words set a thousand icy butterflies loose in her stomach and they way they were fluttering, she didn't think she would be able to stomach the dreaded tea.

I would like to take this opportunity to spread this message:

And there was peace, happiness, spicy monkies, & oompa loompas across the land.

Not to mention much rejoicing.

Sorry everyone, I'm in a super insanely happy mood, and I must further spread it! ::skips off to do some silly thing to exert some of her positive energy::

Amber twisted around, staring open-mouthed at the strange being that was now perched on the roof of her silver Jeep. It was grinning mischeviously back at her.

"What is that? A midget in an easter bunny suit?" Toby's voice allowed Amber to recover enough to shut her mouth and stop gaping like a fish out of water. Indeed, that was what it looked like. The man was clothed in a white rabbit suit, the floppy ears twitching as he talked. The face was cut out, allowing slightly sinister brown eyes to twinkle out of an unnaturally pale face. He had a little pug nose and whiskers, along with an eerie cheshire cat grin. His perfect pearly teeth glimmered like his suit in the pale light.

"I, sir, am no rabbit. But I'm not a man either." With a fit of mad giggles, he hopped off the top and landed in the middle of the road, directly on the yellow line. At his expectant look, Chris applauded scarcastically. The strange little man didn't seem to notice that the others didn't follow suit. Amber then noticed he had a scepter, also of some white material, the number six surrounded by a circle perched on the end he carried upright, the other end was curved in the double cleft of bones on a child's halloween costume.

"So what would that make you?" Jasmine questioned. The man turned and got a slightly confused look on his face.

"I don't really know," He decided. "Call me Guggle. No, wait, I don't like that. What about Yelch? Nah, Toodles? Nope..."

"How about Cracker?" Tobey muttered, beginning to lose his temper. Jasmine shushed him just as the strange thing waved his scepter triumphantly.

"I have it! You must call me Hexad!" With this proclimation, he begain to execute a Chinese fire drill, running around the Jeep giggling madly.

"Hexad? What the hell does that mean?" Amber asked the others. Each eventually shrugged, and turned back to watching the bizzare thing run in circles. Amber looked around, awed at the change in scenery. There was no bonfire in view, nor was much else. There seemed to be nothing but a stretch of black road to either direction, disecting fields of tall grass the swayed to some unfelt breeze as if with a life of its own. She wondered why it wasn't gravel, but it made little difference she supposed. The hill upon which sat the cemetery was the only thing that was the same. Amber could have gone without that. The moon hung lower in the sky, much larger and brighter, casting a faintly blue light all around that she reckoned was bright enough to read by, should the need be.

After a few more laps, Hexad collapsed against the rim of the front tire, giggles drowned out by pants.

"Um, Hexad?" It took the being a few seconds to realize someone was talking to it. When it finally did, he looked up at Tobey with a cheeky grin.

"Yees?" He pulled out the middle of the word, pronouncing it with a long 'e' rather than the normal short 'eh'.

"Where is this?" Hexad tilted his head to the side, ears twitching in thought.

"Come with me to have some tea!" As if that answered the question, he stood up and began skipping off in the direction of the cemetery. Tobey clenched his fists, crossed his arms, and stomped off after him, the light of anger in his brown eyes, but not enough to hurt Hexad. The trio left standing by the car looked at one another undecidedly.

"What time is it?" Whispered Jasmine, as if that was actually a deciding factor. Amber looked at her watch, then looked at it again. The numbers were going backwards, stopping at odd intervals to flash the number six a few times, never in any order. Wordlessly, she showed off the glowing dial, Jasmine sighing deeply and rubbing her temples, Chris storming off after Tobey. "We might as well follow them." Amber nodded and trotted after the others, who were following Hexad up the gentle slope of the hill.

"I hate cemeteries, I hate them, I hate them, I hate them," Chanted Amber.

"I gathered as much," Jasmine commented dryly.

Everything I've been waiting for

Has just fallen into place

And all the random pieces

Have come in from outer space

Maybe I wasn't so wrong after all

The knots have all untied and the strings sing

This melody makes a harmony

Let's all dance within the faery ring.

Know where you stand and lean out to see

What lies beyond should meet up with the now

Watch what you say, but don't be silent

Enjoy the moment, even more the how.

Life happens, so make sure you're living

Depression is no excuse, though its there

But I know from my own expirence-

Once overcome, it can be a stair.

No matter what happens, don't suicide

Realizing you hate your life means improve.

To end it early is giving up, so live

For those who couldn't, those remov'd.

It's all good, and I'm still moving on

Know that your outlook is everything.

Find a creative outlet, drain all hate

And soon your life strings too will sing

I'm no one's pawn, I'm no one's whore,

I simply find the world a bore.

Everyone tangled in their own game

But no one wins so its all the same.

And so I begin again

Walking home feeling all alone

But at least I'm not a stepping stone.

To cover up, to try to hide,

I'll just fill up with hate inside

And so I begin again,

Rebuild the shattered ruin

Regain my place

Change my mask, my bruyn

And so I begin again

I can't hate for long, it wears me out

And I only destruct when I shout.

Then I don't hate, but I aren't happy.

I'm just running around kinda empty.

And so I begin again.

People are going to think what they want

Regardless of what I have done.

People are going to think what they want

So watch while I have me some fun.

And so I begin again.

Some may say they dislike the change,

Sometimes its better to be strange.

So let me wear my bronze eyeliner

And keep my complications minor.

I'm going to be a wild card,

And I refuse to be one scarred.

Let me be a little sarcastic

Kinda artistic, a little spastic.

And so I begin again,

This time no like the others

Except I am satisfied

Forgetting opinions of anothers

And so I begin, if not again

And so I begin.

bubbled glass

warped sight

Excellent imagery, the feelings conveyed are much more important comming from the poem, not the title however

Isn't it amazing how we can work an entire lifetime

And sit there, stupefied, and let all of it simply rewind.

How we put our heart and soul into something, and when it drops,

Are stunned to realize we forgot to build the saving stops.

I simply find it amazing

That our society missed this-

This utter haste we still live in-

The demise we all dismiss

Our entire world can be shattered with a hammering phrase

But all will be forgotten within the future's ironic haze.

And how some of what we've hidden away will haunt

While showing us the lucidity of the wisdom we flaunt.

I simply find it amazing

How we piece together the shards

With the organized randomness

Of rebuilding a house of cards.

We scour the world for answers to all of our questions about life

But a Fallen Angel, Death, is what we spread with gun and knife.

And isn't it amazing how we continue when we should fall?

One way we could walk, but we choose to go where we have to crawl.

I simply find it amazing

We think we learn from our mistakes

But we let the same venom come

And just say there were different snakes.

I think I will continue to find it amazing-always.

The sight of humanity in its darkened-by-mind hallways.

Romeo and Juliet died of their own haste, so will we.

Its amazing how, though we make it, we can't learn from history.

As we go into our solitary shell,

Recoiling from an earthly hell,

We need to rember we must strive

To be a person, not just be alive

For although the shell is a protection

The perfect place for introspection

The air inside is depressingly dank

The thoughts are hateful, even rank.

We absorb ourveslves in pointless acts

Refusing to let ourselves face some facts

While letting others eat at our soul

Untill we feel that there is a hole.

But the people that put us into our shell

Are living in their hateful self-made hell.

Know before another day is unfurled,

There are better people than them in this world.

(Conversion Confusion, this is the sixth post in the thread)

I can understand writing from first person, I think it sort of sets up the situation with wording and lets every person get out what they would take it most meaningfully.

Excellent theme however, feeling too tainted to become anyone's savior. I think we all feel that way sometimes.

((Yet another song, I'm in a lyrical mood today. The "Far Far away's" are sung softly, accenting he words, but not obviously.))

This thing in me, I want it away

Far, far away

From me, it doesn't belong, not here

It washes away- away- away

All my confidence and leaves just fear

It doesn't belong in me, not here

My heart, my heart it washes away

Washes away

Far far away

Don't do this to me, you go or you stay

For I'm washing and waxing and waning away.

My heart is a thing inside my chest,

Far, far away

It used to stay firmly locked away

Don't look, don't feel, try not to be real

Be far, far away

But lately its gone and run astray

My heart, my heart, you're washing away

Wand'ring away

Far far away

Don't this to me, you go or you stay

We're washing and waxing and waning away.

My heart is someone that I can't see

Far, far away

The two Hearts joined and flew far away

I don't know what to do, I'm so lost

So far, far away

I'm feeling to much and it hurt

Hearts trying to cover in a frost.

My heart, my heart, all's washing away

Far far away

Away like the moon

Don't do this to me, you go or you stay

All's washing and waxing and waning away

Far...

Far...

Away....

I completely tune this vibe in! But also think for a moment, its people that go against the grain that change the world, that people wearing Abercrombie feel like they need someone else's name to give themselves one. They are obsessed over the now, never thinking about the later, and espically never about the complexity of the damage they can cause.

And just for the record, all who can relate-GIVE A DAMN!

(conversion confusion, this is the second post in this thread)

Excellent! This poem would boost the mood of any person it was read to, to think someone cared enough about them to be an inspiration.

I'm completely sympathizing with you Falcon, I have the same problem. Of course, what must be looked upon is whether or not you can toughen yourself enough to decide that even if you get rejected, it was worth the try. Or, as it happens in my case, the people around you can decide to take it upon themselves instead of leaving it up to you. Oh well, life happens

Good luck either way

Its all you said, but it also is regretful that they no longer have the guidelines and must not make their own path. Also, the confinement is almost hinting at the tracks no longer being a good guide, that a different path is needed, but not wanted.

Who cares? I don't

I don't care any more

Want my pity?

Head on out the door

Who cares? I don't

I don't care any more

(Refrain)

'Cause I'm sick and I'm tired

Of running in circles

I'm riding on square wheels

And I don't care any more...

Whatever! Whatever!

Do whatever you want!

You say I'm a ho-?!

I flirt and I flaunt?!

Whatever! Whatever!

Do whatever you want!

(Refrain, whispered & said slowly line by line)

I tried and I tried!

I tried to help you!

But you simply don't know

That I like him too

I try and I try,

I try to help You!

(Refrain, coupled and said softly)

I forget to protect

I forget about me.

For your smiling face

Is what I want to see

I forget to protect

I forget about me.

'Cause I'm just that way...

Unfortunately

I've seen where the tracks cross

That place off in the distance

Has reached up to meet

Me.

Again.

A catclysmic moment

Staring at the lines

Seperated in my mind

Now cross.

Staring off and away

Approaching and its the same

Train Tracks seperated by reality

But they cross.

I once followed the train tracks

They slowly confined me

Closer, closer they ruled

Untill the tracks met.

And they cross

And I look around, lost

Having reached taht place in the distance

Perspective is gone.

Nothing follows the lines

There is no more distance

I kick the tracks,

Now crossed and too confined

I've lost the distance

I really like the oxymorons in this! They add the essence of truth without too fancy wording.

Excellent!