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Mardrax

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  1. D'oh. That's what you get for typing late at night, with perhaps one too many drinks. Also: the Romans won. Yay! So here goes. ~~~~~~~~ Obsession with things slipping away ever further away until nothing remains but obsessions with deepest interests and shallowest desires remaining yet unfulfilled yet obsessions cling to my mind as I cling back in kind and we bind eachother when nothing remains but obsession ~~~~~~~~~ Time flies, all wibbly wobbly insects
  2. Wait for the ricochet as people stand gawking Eyes cast your way You must have said something that must have been bad Yet now there is nothing Nothing left to be said as you stand there waiting Running thoughts through your head Your heart picks up thumping Turns your face all red as you wait for their dumping You see their stilled tongues preparing to voice Now here surely it comes And they snicker Their laughter is brief but from your discomfort it offers relief ~~~~~~~~ Ancient friends in absentia
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    blank pages

    Politest of elders, how can you not seethat life's just the greatest reposit'ry of hopes and ideas, strewn over a canvas? Spread by a twister, like this girl from Kansas of whom all you would see were her shoes and her glee. But a blur, fast and white would turn all else in sight forevermore speeding, obscured in their flight to where it might just be blank. Yet let me be frank, when her house set down, she went all over town with monkies that flew after a witch's gown on the most glorious journey for shoes. So set your house down, politest of birds and see how your blank pages form their own words.
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    License Due

    Alright, awesome stuff! Keep on going there Snypiuer.
  5. Mardrax

    License Due

    So how are we now folks?
  6. I'm a bit late in doing this, a I apparently dropped off the face of the earth, but well done! Congratulations! It's good to see I've inpired someone to this greatness.
  7. Theme 28: Sorrow Roaming No More; Lament For A Phone My head rested 'gainst the plastic seat before me Tried in vain to block out the sound of babies - Crying their lungs out as mommy tried to hush them - Echoing like bats hunting in my cranium That familiar, empty feeling presided, mixed With that other familiar friend; self-contempt Never far away, but on these days it can't Help but stay away from the front of the stage The stage where I Stood, grasping, touching Myself, looking, seeking, frantically That one bit of - No, it couldn't Be gone. In that one moment, I saw All of my friends fading All of my brainchilds dying All of my feelings passing As I felt my pockets, Once, twice, Three times over Nothing. An hour of frantic searching later And boarding the tram in defeat I was still roaming But no one picked up on it As I faced the loss of the world By myself, utterly.
  8. Theme 27: Foreign What we don't know The kids in the playground outside my window Shouting loudly amongst eachother Arguing the merits of football players Stacks of supermarket stickers in hand That one girl, a chromosome too many Running down the stairs in shocked amazement "Oooh, so bad," As she stares at the ruin of my door "We're okay, dear," and instantly that smile on her face That woman from upstairs, her cooking must be awesome As she drags a behind that could fit me thrice Up three flights of stairs every day to get it And still finds energy to greet me brightly every time All of these people kind, outgoing Nary a one of them afraid to speak out to his neighbour I walk among them in austere black, secluded And people call them foreigners?
  9. Theme 26: Europe All your base Oh bright and shining -Example of the west While somehow in the east Even that follows - and you them What has become of your so proud cathedrals? Testaments to your ability to climb, to a spire Of latching on to your neighbour and pulling Him down as you climb his shoulders? For giants you have never been, but shoulders Of a million men, tamed the land, raised Everyone after you towards new heights I look at you now, quibbling, amongst you Those would drive out the base of our spire Those who think painted glass in fancy windows Will provide a lofty perch for a rosy view Without having the columns to support it "We do not want these," you say, "They steal from our world of brilliant white." And yet you do not see the stone you've charred Is the stone we've built on, every time When someone thought to burn our towers Lying buried deep in solid foundations. While your scope may have broadened Terra Incognita now lies 'neath your feet And those who don't look where they tread Will most surely look where they fall So keep on riding that bull, dear girl But know where it takes you
  10. Theme 25: Lurking It hangs there In the back of my mind My confession It hides there Not wanting to be seen But it burns I keep it there Since despite the pain It warms me. I hush it Still your roar, dear one Don't spoil this.
  11. Also, yeah. That. Amongst other things. I've had the deepest dip I've gone through in years, with no desire to fuel it by solidifying it into writing, and the knowledge that if I would put pen to paper, I would. I'll catch up, dear friends. I promise.
  12. Theme 24: Want Weeks without end I've lulled myself to rest That empty grey feeling inside Me prevailing And crushing out all Will to live and to laugh "What do you want?" The question burned on My lips, trembling in the twilight Of my saviour and my scourge That soft white That shone through the pane That separated us With means beyond mere distance No matter how close you chose to come No matter how hard you tried to shine Your gentle, self conscious light could never Hope to penetrate my wall of self raised black Mixing to a dull grey of mutual misunderstanding Saying I lied in saying you'd be home While the pull of you caused tides in me And still I resolved, each and every day No matter how distant you were No matter fow faintly you shone No matter the pane between us I'd reel you in one day. Keeping casting out my nets Hoping you'd choose to be caught And show me glass walls can be shattered And the dimmest glow's a floodlight up close. But as the moon cast her image On the waters of my roiling seas I'd have to take solace in drifting there A boat in her shadow. And still, every night, I raise my head Let my hair tickle the small of my back As I inhale sea air with the salty pang of tears And howl at her, before jumping in To swim, basking in her glory.
  13. *Shrug* I haven't quite been managing daily myself, and James has had a few days of outage as well. Don't worry about it. Either way, you've nothing to live up to. You're doing this for you, not us. (And perhaps a t-shirt and drinks at the end ) And kudos for what you've been doing so far. Impressive.
  14. Theme 23: Distasteful Corruption Part 3: Wrongful Decompression Mothers and children of quiet suburbia Since this war started we've barely heard all o' ya But now that it's over, you all rush to the streets Cheering and hollering over some old man's death While all are unseeing that is you he defeats Why don't you remember there is always a Seth? Are these now your values, so pure and so just That you cheer as a life is ground into the dust? Are these now the mores, so free and so true That you'd wish for your children to carry beyond you? I sit here, laugh quietly, ashamed of my mirth Ashamed of my uncaring, unfeeling smile As the earth's 'proudest nation' shows off its dearth I might chuckle and snicker, but I still cough up bile.
  15. Theme 22: Mother (Yay, week 3 done!) Corruption Part 2: Peace of the Pie She turned on her heel Her summer dress whirled The kids ran with a squeal Back into mommy's world To sit down at their table And gobble their cake With whipped cream, if able And as mommy opened the window out wide They looked at the brightly lit playground outside And heard the phone ring, heard it ring twice And saw that expression upon mommy's eyes And they heard daddy's voice grow ever so grim "Hello honey, kids. It's over. We've got him."
  16. Indeed Tav. We'll be waiting for you there with cold beverages ready.
  17. Snypiuer: This and this might get you a bit further. ^^ Theme 21: War Corruption Part 1: Child's Play Kids running through the streets Chasing eachother with make believe Rifles, grenades, they are the elites Since you just can't misconceive "Ratatat BOW! You're so totally dead!" "No way pal, you missed!" "It was right in the head!" "What? Through the car? Give me a break!" "Are you coming in kids? We're having cake!"
  18. Theme 20: Fortitude Go With The Fall In my mind's eye I still see you racing On two crutches, that one day Living out of the back of your car Your foundations smashed to smithereens In oh so many ways, the extent yet unknown And still you went racing, going with the fall As you called it. A tough chick. Nevermind that might be the day That you made things much worse than they were That you tore at bonds further, with your boundless Will to push, harder. You can do this. Have to Do this. No one else will. And still, I walked beside you And still, I always will And still, I'll keep saying that Sometimes it's better And takes the stronger one To sit Still.
  19. Theme 19: Grey Undefined Even, the songs I hear Even, the food I eat Even, the walls around me That seem to dampen everything A slight background hum Of sensations, undone. Even. Everything equal. Balanced, flavourless Gruel of sensations Watered down and boiled Free of all taste Please, for all your highs and lows They reverbrated with mine And your colours mixed With my black austerity And oh so white moods I gave you brightness You gave me contrast And now that you're gone All I'm left with is grey.
  20. Theme 18: Under Well Stayed Encircled in stone A gap in the wall with a light peeking Like the Earth's deepest dark took a break And me reaching From beyond the river, extending myself Fear to wet my feet holds me back And you standing All the way up there, looking down Wondering how long I'll take to decide And all the world waiting A safe distance away from my well of dreams, crumbled Fearing the consequences of what I might take up And still I stand reaching For deepest enlightenment Which might as well sweep me away.
  21. Theme 17: Blood Blood Bears No Memory He sat there, staring Vacantly into the oblivion That had been Most of his world Lost to him, as many Had come, and many gone His life's juices smeared Across bed, walls, floor Handskin flayed And they stood, watching Afraid of a man who'd lost Touch with everything "Easy," he said. "Take it easy." "Of course, sir. Don't I always?" While in the back of her head The thought prevailed. "I hate that man." And she left, like she came Like the many who had gone. Leaving him, his awareness -Like his room- clean. Empty. Drained.
  22. Theme 16: Spit It came up Like a point driven home Far from home In anticipation of coming thrills You lay looking at the ceiling Wondering wether you should While we talked of all kinds of Ah, there we go No, I don't mind If our exchange of words can't Sort your thoughts, let's Let our juices mingle freely But if you say you owe her Cut it out.
  23. Theme 15: Silence The wind whispers My house rings loudly It reverbrates with the lingering echoes Of all those things you've set atremble And left to ring out in your wake Through glaring absence, you call me Things I rather needn't face or hear Chasing me around, yet never behind me In that absence of you, I falter And now, even I'm gone Leaving the Thumper to its on devices Hoping it won't call out to Shai-Hulud As I step - slip - slide from the desert And the desert wind whispers Grinding all things to dust.
  24. Theme 14: Smile. Week two down! Getting hard to consistently do this, with situations not going my way, me generally feeling like crap and being fairly helpless to stop it. Still, persisting. Every thought of you Every sight of you Every word from you That ever passed through my ears Used to elicit smiles, at least inside Now though, it seems I've forgotten And most thoughts of you Most words from you -Since sights are never there- Fill me with a certain unpleasant Flavour of despair, of helplessness While still, in my heart of hearts I see you, hear you, think of you And think "yes dear, I still love you But oh the pain it costs me." And inwardly still, I laugh.
  25. Theme 13: Misfortune Inner Locus The thought sometimes hits me Whenever someone says "Really what're the odds of this happening to of all people, me?" That really, you contruct the odds And what you call misfortune Another will call karma, or simply Cause and effect. And sometimes, I'll shrug it off While others, I'll bite into it -Like a dog chewing a favourite bone To suck out the sweet marrow inside And crush it 'tween my jaws- Savouring the concept of taking Responsibility for my actions Rather than having them depend On some omnipotent outside force Outside my reach, my understanding And tell myself "God, that sucks, But really mate, unconditionally, it's your own damned fault."
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