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purple_shadows

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  1. Still love it ^_^

    Translates well enough to writing for me, but then again, I can hear you reading it every word of the way still, so not quite sure my vote counts on that one ;)

    Do run a typochek on it, btw.

     

    Music is not meant to be written down in the first place, and I would go as far as to say it can't be, without molesting it in some way.

    thanks for noticing typos. i was typing on Margots computer so not used to the german keyboard and I accidentally repeted a line. Oh No!

    lol.

  2. I am a slam poet, so most of my work doesn't translate well to written form, but I am told this one will quite well. When you read it imagine it being spoken with the intensity of each emotion portrayed and the feeling of need along with that, but still slow and steady.

     

    I am hoping to record some of my poetry soon and when I do, expect a myspace page where you can actually hear it.

     

    This one was once untitled, but a fellow poet suggested I call it "Free" and so I have:

     

    I want somebody who will grant me sanity

    The kind of distraction that is like tripping on shrooms

    When the only way to deal with the way your world is changing

    Is the pink stuffed octopus and the baby blanket

    Playing house in a tree by the ocean

    At 4am as the sun is rising

    Pink and Blue on the horizon

    And the birds are chirping on the long journey

    Towards sleep

    And a purse left behind

     

    I want the kind of longing that comes when you are 3

    You've just knocked over the groceries

    And you're watching the oranges

    As they roll down the stairs

    Towards the door

    The light and the noises outside

     

    I want the contentment and love that comes

    When your so drunk you're

    Throwing up in your best friends toilet

    And they're holding your hair back

    Wiping your brow with a wet paper towel

    Not mentioning it in the morning

    Just cooking you pancakes and eggs

    Not mentioning it in the morning

     

    I want someone who will let me be free

    Free like swimming naked in the ocean

    Free like the rocks under your feet and the salt on your teeth

    Like the cigarette glowing under a tree

    Free like silhouettes of music

    In the fire

    And the Moonlight

  3. So I wrote this about my best friend. lately he's been spending a lot of time with this really manipulative girl that no ne likes and forgetting his plans with people because of it, and that is what this is about in a nutshell.

     

    Calluses peeling

    Revealing new flesh

    I guess

    it's been awhile since I last swung my sword

    In your direction

    As you retreated into the trees

    Laughing while you shouldered defeat

     

    My beds been feeling

    Comfortable again

    It's been awhile since I last woke up on your couch

    Voice husky in the morning

    And you're rolling a cigarette beside me

    On your floor to the hum of the heater

     

    Is she worth the looks that you give her?

    Coy remarks on your manhood

    As she slips away slyly creeping

    Out the backdoor when I'm sleeping

    And on your floor you're lighting your cigarette

    Head bowed admitting defeat

     

    And you are doing

    Your best

    I guess

    You'll always be a mess on Saturday mornings

    Smiling as you are smoking your cigarette

    Like it's supposed to keep you breathing

    By blackening your lungs

  4. So here is the revised version and sparkly and shiney and new. Special thanks to HappyBuddha for taking the time to pour over it with me.

     

    Caffeine and cigarettes

    a bag of fast food wrappers strewn

    the days little reminders

    of you

    away

    7 countries 16 days

     

    Hugs held too long cheek to cheek

    Words whispered in a song

    assurances

    for you

    away

    7 countries 16 days

    and a CD

     

    But I was the last to say good-bye

    To hold you that day you cried

    The one who showed you the lightning

    And how thunder makes you clean

    By drowning out deficiencies

    hand in hand

    on your back porch

    in the downpour

     

    only now

    you've gone

    away

    7 countries 16 days

    and a CD

    burned for you by me

     

    I can only hope that it will say

    what I need it to say

    comfort you while

    you're away

    7 countries 16 days

    And a CD

    burned for you by me

    last night when you told me you loved her

  5. i like it. might consider re-looking the lineation in a of couple places.

     

    This is how I would approach it. Not that yours is wrong, it's just my take on it.

     

     

     

    Caffine (sp) and Cigarettes

    A bag of fast food wrappers,

    strewn, the day's

    little reminders of you

    away

    7 countries 16 days (nice touch, #'s format creates inherent pauses: neat)

    And a cd (capitalize)

    burned (d/c) for you

    by me on the night

    you said you loved her

    I am revising it. the lineation is staying basically the same, because I perform this as spoken word and it's how I read it. Most of whats changing is some of the wording and removing a few lines.

    But I do appreciate the critique and will take it into consideration when preparing the not-so-final product. :D

  6. My thoughts are twisted and tangled

    As I move from table to table

    Like naked bodies languid between the sheets

    Basking in the aftermath

     

    We are only what we appear to be

     

    I played dumb for you

    But now

    I acquist your bank of knowledge

    Forcefully

    And finally at peace

    Fall into a stoney sleep

  7. Long time no post from me but I've had a random bought of creativity and have been writting more lately so yay!

     

    Here goes:

     

    It's only Europe

     

    Caffine and Cigarettes

    A bag of fast food wrappers, strewn

    The days little reminders

    Of you

    Away

    7 countries 16 days

    And a cd

    Burned for you by me

    On the night you said you loved her

     

    Hugs held too long

    Cheek to cheek

    Words whispered in a song

    Assurence that I'll not be waiting long

    For you

    Away

    7 countries 16 days

    And a cd

    Burned for you by me

    On your couch as you told me you loved her

     

    But I was the last to say good-bye

    The one to hold you that day you cried

    Who showed you the lightning splitting the sky

    And how thunder makes you clean

    By drowning out our deficiencies

    Hand in hand on your back porch

    In the downpour

     

    And Now you've gone away

    7 countries 16days

    And a cd

    Burned for you by me

    Last night when you told me you loved her

     

    And it's my story

    Our story

    I can only hope that it will say

    What it is that I need it to say

    Be a comfort to you while you're away

    7 countries 16 days

     

    You can't rush these things

    It's only europe

     

     

    revised version posted in a reply below

  8. Well hello everyone! It's been so long since I've been on here. Life kind of decided that it wanted me to do other thigns for awhile. Like working 3 jobs and school and church and volunteering sleeping for 3 days straight from exaustion.

     

    Yeah anyways, I've missed it. And I'd like to publically apologize to my dates. I know I've told you both this many times, but I will say it so everyone can hear that I am extrealy sorry and I will get them up soon.

     

    Anyways I've been writting abit in my spare time, so i should have a few things up in a little bit. And yeah...um...i think that that is all for now. i'm going to bed...

     

    *hugs to all*

  9. hey guys, sorry this took so long. We're colaberating on it, so it may go on for a bit, but yes ummm...stuff....

     

    ENJOY!

     

    Morning came as Black awoke to a sizzle of brief sun light. The burning sting of the sun's rays sent Black leaping out of bed with an awkward yipe, reminding him of what today really was...his date with PS! Having been alive for more years then most...4509 to be exact...Black had plenty of experience...but lacked some knowledge as he'd not been on a date for some time. This was mostly due to the fact that a good portion of his life was military based. After all, a leader, not to mention a commander of all the armed forces rarely has time for such events as a date. Taking time to wash up and perform any action one normally would...Black donned his freshly pressed tux and replaced his usual cape with that of a fine, new one. Checking his look in the nearby mirror...Black saw nothing...as he sometimes forgot that vampires cast no reflection.

     

    Black-"Blast! Now how am I supposed to know how I look?" This disturbed the vampire as he didn't want to meet PS with some glaringly obvious tweak in his appearance. Tossing this thought aside, Black thought it trivial to fret over such a small matter...besides...everyone knew that vampires cast no reflection...apparently everyone but Black! Vampires also rarely went out in the day time, but Black was not your typical vampire. He'd been wandering about in the day light hours for a great many years...too many to count...he'd even felt the sun a few times...though he was severly burned! Clearing his throat, Black practiced a few lines in front of his non existant reflection.

     

    Black-"Good morning, PS. NO, no, no! That is too ordinary! Too bland!" Clearing his throat once again, Black once more attempted to come up with a good line...after all...first impressions are key. With a bow, Black spoke in a proud voice..."Greeting, m'lady and how are you this fine morning?" Black shook his head in annoyment...was that the best he could come up with? He's a warlord not a pool man! Deciding it time to get moving, Death rushed out the door with little thought...only to return a few minutes later to retrieve his coin pouch. By this time, the morning had passed and early afternoon was approaching. What a dimwit Black was...being late on his first date in...who knows how long! Passing by a nearby flower/candy shop, Black quickly looked over the higher priced products and motioned that he'd like to purchace a dozen roses and a box of fine chocolate, heart shaped candy.

     

    Shopkeeper-"That will be..." Death threw a few gold coins on the counter and spoke in a rushed manner.

    Black-"No time! Keep the change!"

    Shopkeeper-"Oh? But this is way too much." By the time the shopkeeper finished his little speech...Black was already out of sight with his newly purchased products. Arriving at PS's door just a bit later that he'd hoped, Black awaited her presence as he attempted to think of something to say about his tardiness. 'Come-on! I can do this! I have taken down armies! I have led my troops to victory...when we were outnumbered...why can't I focus on one simple date?' Thinking as hard as his simple mind could manage...Death tried to come up with something...anything! 'I am deeply sorry for my tardiness m'lady. Apparently I can aid in saving the world, but mortal matters leave me clueless. A rose for a rose...m'lady?' That was it...the best he could come up with...it would have to do.

     

    ~~

     

    PS was awakened by her door slaming into the wall and a loud thud followed by explicatives.

    "Damnit PS! When are you going to get lights in here?"

    "Good morning to you too, Shadows"

    "Just because you don't need them doesn't mean that the rest of us don't as well. Anyways, lets get you dressed, you've got a date this afternoon."

    "What time is it?"

    "Seven Thirty"

    PS groans "It's not going to take 6 hours to get ready. It doesn't take more than 30 minutes to throw on some clothes."

    "But today is extra special! You have to have time to get in the mindset, try on every outfit, do your makeup, style your hair" Shadows ticks off on her fingers. "Either way we are running late already. Get up. We're going to do some Yoga."

     

    Hannah Yawns and gets out of bed, her stomach growling. She walks upstairs out of the basement still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes when she sees two forms in oddly contoreted poses. Or rather one in a contorted pose and the other trying to get themself into it.

    "Good morning Hannah" The contorted form says rather cheerily.

    "What the frik are you guys doing?"

    "Yoga!" Shadows answers over PS's groan of protest.

    "I'm going back to bed."

     

     

    "I don't see why I have to wear this" PS complains

    "Oh hush you, you look great."

    "But I knuitted a dress just for today"

    Shadows looks at the balled up lump of yarn over in the corner, trust me honey, this looks mucjh better on you."

    "Yeah, but why a skirt? I hate skirts" PS was feeling more and more nervous as the day progressed. Two O'clock ahd come and gone and Black still hadn't arrived. She was hoping that he hadn't forgotten. She hadn't been on a date in years, and not one of them ever asked for a second. Things always seemed to go wrong. like the time her rat got out of her bag and ended up in her dats soup. Apparently talking rats aren't a very common occurance in the states, let alone in your soup. *sigh* she hoped this went well, and she hoped she looked semi decent. Rat would have to stay on her shoulder if she wanted to avoid any sort of disaster. She wished that Shadows would let her wear her glasses so that she could at least see. Even if everything looked like blobs. But shadows insisted that the coke bottle lenses did nothing to accent the outfit. This was going to be a long day. It was 3:30 when the doorbell finally rang.

     

    ~~

     

     

    "I'll get it" black heard from the inside, but whoever had called, someone else had beat them to it. A woman in pajamas answered the door still in her pajamas, and half asleep it seemed.

     

    "Morning...er...afternoon M'lady. Might this be the residence of Ps?"

     

    Groggily Hannah looked at him, and then her face hardend to a scowl and she slammed the door in his face. Before he even had time to recover Another woman opened the door slightly winded but with a cheery, welcoming grin.

    "Hi, I'm Shdows, you must be Black, PS is in the kitchen. Sorry about Hannah,s he just woke up and she doesn't...uh...much care for vampires."

     

    Black breathed a sigh of relief as he'd been a little frightened of Hannah. Glancing Shadows way, Black began to speak...in as proud a manner as he could muster "Greeting Shadows." Black stated as he bows. coming back to an upright position, Black Continued "Thanks for saving me from Hannah...I'm in your debt. For a moment I thought this was going to be a very long day."

  10. purple Shadows curtsies and hugs the elder warmly. "I'm doing just dandy. Slept through the ball though. *sigh* But, the night is still young, and now that I'm awale, I feel like dancing. I say we round up whomever we can find and have an after party. We can't be the only one's still awake at this hour. "

  11. Purple Shadows wakes with a start. She looks around the room and realizes that people have started to head out the door. "Ah man, I knew I should have listened to the doctor when he told me to get more sleep!" It always seemed that she fell asleep at the worst times, and by the state that the room was in, she could tell she had missed all the excitement.

     

    Noting Ozy across the room, she decided to go and see what he was up to. After all, she was wide awake. Why not go do something exciting?

  12. I dance with death

    And I am immortal

    We have one of those "friends with benefits" kind of deals

    Just not in the way you might expect

    You can't kill me, because I am not afraid

    With death on my side I can overcome all obstacles

    Conquer all who would dare to oppose me

    He will not let me down easy

    My time to die is between death and I

    So come world and give me all you've got

    You cannot beat me

    I already know my fate

    I have made my own destiny

    I am not afraid to die

    I am an immortal

    I dance with death

    And death keeps me alive

  13. Purple Shadows gave a quick nod and danced an extra step or two before gliding off of the dance floor and into a less busy part of the room. It was dark in the back corner and groups were spread out at various tables. She found an empty one and sat down.

     

    Her stomach began to churn and suddenly she felt dizzy, she laid her head down on the table, hoping the spell would pass, and drtifted off to sleep draped across the table.

  14. that reminds me of the toilet brush my friend gave me for christmas last year. it's bright pink and has a little bright pink holder. She doodled all over it and I keep it on my windowsill, next to my bed. 'tis my wand of doom, although I use it more for bopping people over the head than for cleaning toilets, and the holder makes a pretty good crown....

  15. Purple Shadows walked into the ball room wearing a purple halter dress, perfect for salsa dancing, hopefully someone would ask her to dance tonight, she was painfully shy, and as such didn't like being overridden by her own charecters, and forced to attend the ball herself, it seemed that they had all started taking on lives of their own. "Sick my arse" she sighs to herself and straightens up to survey the scene. Just then Loki runs up to her, hands her a piece of paper, and a big gulp full of punch, and then runs off.

    Blushing, she reads the poem he has written her, and just when she is about to take a second read through, it vanishes in a puff of smoke.

     

    Scanning the crowd, she notices Ozy still hasn't arrived. It's just as well. I still need to work out the kinks in his present." Noticing Black across the room at the bar, she decides to take a stab at socializing. As she walks across the room, she notices that for once she isn't the shortest person there, and her mood lightens a bit. Maybe it wouldn't be so akward after all.

     

    She tries to lean on the bar next to black, but alas she is too small and clammers up onto a stool instead. besides, her heels were killing her feet, she wished she had just stuck to her usual flats.

     

    "Hey Black, how goes it?"

     

    Black Noticed Purple Shadows from the corner of his eye as he took his final sip of his of the blood wine and placed it on the bar. Turning her direction Black put on a smile and spoke with an energetic voice, Black-"Hello Purple Shadow, it's going great. And how are you doing this fine evening, M'lady?"

     

    Purple Shadows grins, "Ah well, I'm just dandy. Kinda wish I had a dancing partner, but unfortunately Loki ran off, and my Valentine hasn't shown up yet. So I'm just sitting here waiting until something comes along. I'd dance with myself, but well, i did that last v-day, and while slow dancing alone can be entertaining, it gets old after a bit."

     

    Black held his cool, though inside he was hurting. Where it was true that he was a rough and tough Vampire Lord...he had feelings too and they seemed to run as deep as the Nile. Black took a moment to think and finally after a small silence spoke. Black-"May I have this dance, M'lady?"

     

    her grin widens, "Why I would love that!" She starts to get off the stool when she realizes that she is terrified of hights and freezes in place, paralyzed with fear. Oh no, just what have I gotten myself into this time?

     

    Black, noticing that something is wrong, leaps to his feet and offers Shadows, his hand. "Shall we?" Death says as he helps Shadows to the floor

     

    Purple Shadows lets out a squeak, and looks from Black's outstreatched hand to the floor and back again. Reluctantly she takes his hand and gets down from the stool. She staggers and clutches his arm, and then realizing how pitiful she must look, composes herself. She clears her throat, "How are you at slasa?"

     

    Black gives a slight chuckle and begins to speak. "For you M'lady, I would give the world a show they would never forget. I am proacticed in nearly all forms of dance...it comes from my 4509 years of life."

     

    "Well I've had nearly a week. Lucky for you I'm a fast learner, and shouldn't embarass you too much." And thank god I'm a fast learner

     

    Black offers his arm and purple Shadows takes it. They both walk out onto the dance floor and strike a quick pose before begining to dance a dance of hope and romance.

     

    (OOC: in case you didn't already notice, this has been a collab between both Black and myself. Hope you enjoy it.)

  16. So, after 4 quarters at the college, they are sending me back to the highschool. I don't know about all of you, but I hate highschool. I left for a reason, a very good one actually. And just when i thought I had escaped, they had to dangle 3 required credits in my face that I didn't have the capablity to take at the college. Anyways, my little dose of angst for you guys.

     

     

    Back to reality, back to the void

    Dulling the senses, numbing the insides

    Back to not being myself anymore

    Turn the sound up to ignore

    Back to the memories, back to the pain

    I don’t have to be there to know it’s the same

    Back to the smiles that don’t reach my eyes

    Although it’s not because I haven’t tried

    Back to high school, back to hell

    Just when things were working so well

  17. The only thing that i can really say about it first read through is that "Shaddered" is actually spelled "Shattered. And you need to take out the "i" in "jealous"

     

    Other than that, I like it. And can totally relate. I really like the last few lined the best. They end it quite nicely.

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