First lines

[Mardrax]

Why was the smiley face yellow?

It started simple enough:

colon - dash - bracket period

Other punctuations waiting in line,

waiting, realising; it wasn't their time.

 

Possibilities were myriad.

"When do I come?", one asked with a huff.

Semicolon - he was an odd fellow.

The dash then did drop

Full stop

 

 

"Soot covering your skin"

Edited September 4, 2006 by Mardrax

[Mynx]

Soot covering your skin

As the fire burns around you

 

Flames licking at your feet

As you wander through the ruins

 

Burnt remains crack underfoot

As the screams of survivors ring out

 

Blood dripping from sword's blade

As you finish your revenge

 

 

"The prey among the wolves"

[cryptomancer]

The prey among the wolves,

Dancing through fools,

Pirouetting through the glades of light,

Entrancing the waiting beasts.

 

Slipping softly from grasp to grasp,

Evading capture’s snare,

Gently flowing through the crowded room,

Attracting more than stares.

 

Like mist through curtains of vine,

She softly disappears,

The crowd calls to her departing shadow,

Appetites acutely aware.

 

 

"Kisses of frozen dew, beheld my lover's form"

 

[Mardrax]

Kisses of frozen dew, beheld my lovers form.

On frosted lawn we lay, right outside the dorm.

 

We'd lain there for a while, as I looked in her eyes,

whispering sweet words to her, whispering goodbyes.

 

She'd not said a word to me, which left me no suprise,

she had found a strange man, a devil in disguise.

 

Left his mark on her he had, that night, which hurt me to the bone

For he had hit her on the head, with this great big stone.

 

Robbed her of her purse he had, but at least he'd shown

courtesy to lay her there, on lawn that was freshly mown.

 

 

"Rabbits fled into their holes; The man revved up his car"

Edited September 5, 2006 by Mardrax

[cryptomancer]

Rabbits fled into their holes; the man revved up his car,

Spitting up the desert dust, the gravel flew quite far,

Gunning the engine, gunning the bullets,

Grinding the gears, firing the pellets,

Bunnies laugh at the silly show,

Deep in their borrows, hidden below

 

 

"Shards of turmoil on the ground, scatter in the rain."

 

[Mardrax]

Shards of turmoil on the ground; scatter in the rain.

Bits of broken glass around; avoiding the pain.

Lengths of barbed wire wound; clogging up the drain.

Empty bottles, grief drowned; numbing out my brain.

People are always abound; syringe luring again.

A hobo on the ground; corner of 5th and Main.

 

"Any amount of actual taste can attest"

[cryptomancer]

Any amount of actual taste can attest,

That taste bud temptation is their domain.

Sinful names, and neon explains

The seven deadly sins taste best.

Combiningly intricate, flavour omnipotent,

Each recipe a true delight,

But nibble a bit on the hellish ribs,

And you will soon recognize my plite.

 

(OOC: Visit www.hell.co.nz and you shall understand.)

 

"Percolating on a tray of silver"

 

[Mardrax]

Percolating on a tray of silver,

(it's bloodmoney's gift)

the poison seeps through,

drop by bloody drop.

 

Chemicals bound together in stale white,

(it's not my delight)

synthesised from

clearest opiate.

 

Taken by my neighbour's youngest daughter,

(not my responsibility)

to limitless wealth.

She's my heroin.

 

 

 

now for the "try"

 

percolating

on a try of silver--

attempt anew

 

I dust off now--

golden lined endeavour

retried, regrew

 

 

Rather weak, I admit... Haiku's never were among my assets

Had to prevent falling back into 10/5/5's somehow though 0_o

 

anyway....

"our stains attracting"

[cryptomancer]

*claps* Nicely done.

 

 

Our stains attracting,

Darkest shade,

Spirits outreaching,

Light we made.

 

Our heavens entwining,

Cloudless skies,

Souls exploring,

Each other’s eyes.

 

Our love outlasting,

Each moment a gem

Wealth outmatching

To my world you bring.

 

 

"Til the colour fades from your heavenly eyes"

 

[Mardrax]

*bows* I seem to be getting grimmer though

 

Til the colour fades from your heavenly eyes

I will be your hell, the blemish on your skies.

As long as you are belle, I'll be your demise.

My nails will be like blades, my weapons in disguise.

 

Til the roses wash off your divinelike cheeks,

I will be your torment, troughout your final weeks.

You might then descend into that shambling mass of geeks,

I'll cut trough them all, like romans did trough greeks.

 

Til the hair falls out of your elysian head,

I will be usurping you, until you and yours are dead.

 

"Depthless windows into the world"

[cryptomancer]

Some of the best tales were 'Grimm'

 

 

Depthless windows into the world,

Shapeless portal to the void,

Same single pain of crystal soul,

The pivot of my being’s whole.

 

Joyous world forever seen,

So deep the darkness held within,

My voice trapped in muddy eyes,

A mire fed by the tears I cry.

 

Caressed shell of my universe,

Bade to break, fragment, disperse,

Each star I see now heaven born,

Godess, my sky, by your eyes formed.

 

 

"Winter tells my soul's rebirth"

[WrenWind]

Winter tells my soul's rebirth.

A world wrapped in ice.

There will be no summer mirth.

 

Spring melts what is left of love.

Nothing grows near me.

Cries a single Mourning Dove.

 

 

 

 

*Distant bells toll*

[cryptomancer]

Distant bells toll

Each report and echo,

Blow upon the winds of sound,

Resounding in my soul.

 

Distant bells chime,

The shattering of pain,

Running shards across my skin,

The memories of time.

 

 

"winds of mountain airs decend"

 

[Mardrax]

winds of mountain airs descend

flows of seas' waters befriend

all of nature's wrath attend

my words as I comprehend

 

the images before me

the things that will be

eternity's new plea

over a cup of tea

 

prophecies revealed soon

all under a brittish noon

 

 

man that's... lame

 

"all modern economics claim"

[cryptomancer]

I asked Mynx to write this as it is topical to her chosen course of study.

 

 

All modern economics claim

To help, when all they do is maim,

The mind and spirit,

The will to live,

They take it all and never give.

 

We're offered facts, but given lies,

Told to trust these wolves in disguise.

Above all, what makes it worse?

It's compulsary to take this curse.

 

(by Mynx from the Slopes of Ruapehu)

"Sadistic treatment from helping hand"

 

[Mardrax]

Sadistic treatment from a helping hand.

A man of cloth with countless slaves.

Bearded pedophile in red and white,

handing out presents

that break in weeks,

and none of daddy's

superglue can fix that.

 

 

*grin* Hi Ho Holidays!

For those wonder by the way, this wasn't inspired by Santa Clause, rather than by his predecessor, Saint Nicholas, though it probably would fit old Santa as well, he's not a man of the cloth though

 

"A conflagration of awareness"

Edited September 9, 2006 by Mardrax

[Mynx]

You should read "Nicholas Was..." by Neil Gaiman

[dragonqueen]

A conflagration of awareness

A fire starting in my brain

Ravaging my thoughts

Igniting sudden comprehension.

The fog before my eyes

Is burned away.

And in the clearing smoke,

I see what I could not see before.

My doubt dwindles to cinders,

And faith leaps from the ashes.

 

"Music softly blaring all around"

[Mira]

Music softly blaring all around

And two dance slowly to the silent sound

A pair of hearts fill in for the missing drum's pound

The melody played out by their feet on the ground

They escape away to the place that they've found

A place just beyond the night's hidden bound

And though the groups of people still surround

They are alone,

In love.

 

"Dispell this pernicious ennui"

[reverie]

Dispel this pernicious ennui

Words placed below a lithograph:

Orphan girl, Tokyo 1945,

Caption fading.

 

In the lavender bloom

Of a false spring, body wasted

In perpetual slumber,

Her every breath collapses

Into a sigh.

 

 

***

 

Here's an easy one:

 

"The path I walk"

Edited September 13, 2006 by reverie

[Mardrax]

the path I walk -

a cobweb in white

tracing across that strange yellow brick road

 

seen by a hawk -

i'm stalked by a chalk

how our two bodies must seem interlocked

 

it calls in mock

diving into its flight -

in that split moment we seemed to explode

 

me and my chalk

the path that we walk

ending now suddenly, in the beak of a hawk

 

now I will talk

in midday's full light

contemplating this, the words I now wrote

 

how 'bout this end?

it seems too ad hoc

my mind seems to have run into a block

 

 

"that delicious caramel filling"

[Disco-neck Ted]

That luscious caramel filling

In chocolate black and bold

Seducing naive tastebuds

And loosing Reason's hold

 

Yes, sinful little confit

Exploding in the brain

Singing songs of ersatz love:

Addiction cancels pain

 

So playful sweet confections

Hold loneliness at bay

Hand to mouth and don't go out-

A tiny price to pay

 

Now feel the candy coating

Adipose, thick and gray

Closer than a lover's touch

And faithful, here to stay

 

With the trembling last dessert

The final trade is done

Half a heart without love's grace

Ends half a sad sweet song

 

Oh, creamy casket filling

Or ashes in an urn

We move into the afterlife

With calories to burn

 

That creamy casket filling

Draws the Reaper 'round

He savors every mouthful

And never gains a pound.

 

 

(Thanks to David Letterman's Top Ten List of Keebler Elf Euphemisms for Death for inspiration, and for the line "creamy casket filling")

 

 

Shadows chase the errant clouds

[Elvina]

Shadows chase the errant clouds,

ushering in the dark.

With blackness do our urban shrouds'

shadows chase the errant clouds

of frightened, scattered, angry crowds.

Like a frenzied, hungry shark,

shadows chase the errant clouds,

ushering in the dark.

 

 

That was a triolet, which is why it might seem a bit repetitive.

 

New line:

 

Graceful, slender lines and form

[WrenWind]

Graceful, slender lines and form

Delicate touch of toes to floor

Twirl and leap in perfect execution

A little girl smiles, her first recital

 

Tense parents in the front row

Marvel at her beauty and poise

Worry that she will trip or fall

Glowing with pride for thier child

 

She dances fluidly as if in flight

her mind lost in another world

The music flowing over and through her

She is the dance, miniature primadona

 

 

 

gooey marshmallow filling dripping

[Mardrax]

Gooey marshmallow filling dripping

Red and bright yellow tongues whipping

Around that fellow's stick

Quickly roasting his midnight snack

 

Sitting next to his best friend,

beauty in flamed maple: An-Chang.

She's bound beside him,

never spoke, but clearly sang

she would be with him to the end.

 

We sat there for while,

looking at the fireworks,

faces in flickering smirks,

around the stone-bound isle.

 

His attention flared,

-expression of dismay-

our last sweet reprise'd fared

onto the pitch black clay.

The remnants boiled blackened

on the end of his stick.

 

She was picked up with a shrug,

calmly singing us the dirge.

A-five, D-two, G-two, B-three.

I could just resist the urge

to cry over our glucose drug.

 

He played her like a fiddle,

knew when to pluck her strings.

How bound she is, she still sings.

To me she'll always be a riddle.

 

I need a love with keys to press

we'd be just a mess

otherwise

 

 

Oh the joys in sugary poetry

 

"Cow, chicken, wheat and sugarcane"

Edited September 16, 2006 by Mardrax