Appy Posted August 23, 2003 Report Share Posted August 23, 2003 (edited) Slowly turning Watching the girl The ticking of heels On marble floors A piece of cloth Trickling with blood Clenched tight All tears dried up Slender finger Raising her chin Forcing to look Upon her cruel face In the path of fear Expecting pain Focused On one point A smile touching Lips pale Insanity lurking Peeking out Angst Shivering spine Captured By a look Removing A pressure unseen Turning around Emptiness in her wake [23 augustus 2003, Leverkusen] Ptraci@gmx.de - sais it all really Edited October 20, 2014 by Appy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WrenWind Posted August 23, 2003 Report Share Posted August 23, 2003 glad to see you here . Good luck! I liked this gave me shivers Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Appy Posted August 23, 2003 Author Report Share Posted August 23, 2003 Thanks hun *huggles* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sorciere Posted August 23, 2003 Report Share Posted August 23, 2003 *waves to Appy* Good luck hun, great to see you here! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted August 23, 2003 Report Share Posted August 23, 2003 Nice... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rhapsody Posted August 23, 2003 Report Share Posted August 23, 2003 *shudders* Loved the first stanza, though I'm not completely sure what you're talking about here... Good luck. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parmenion Posted August 24, 2003 Report Share Posted August 24, 2003 /me cheers and gives Appy a wollypop while she awaits Wyvern Enjoyed the obscurity of this one. I like the vague approach which leaves a lot up to the reader's imagination. Modern poetry needs more of it IMO Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Appy Posted August 24, 2003 Author Report Share Posted August 24, 2003 (edited) *Appy cheers* A wollipop! yay! Thanks parm for your kind words *twirls the wollipop and huggles the bald one* "A poem is there as much as to be interpreted by the reader, as to be written by the writer" IMO But one day i might explain it.. if one asks nice *grin* Edited August 24, 2003 by Appy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyvern Posted August 28, 2003 Report Share Posted August 28, 2003 Appy lazily lies back in her applicant easychair, sighing and twiddling a pen in her hands as she awaits the arrival of the infamous Elder of Initiates. The overgrown lizard had yet to show his face in the Office, and Appy had been waiting for an application response from him for the past few days... Though the eager applicant had been expecting a long wait after hearing numerous tales of the reptilian Elder's greedy and gluttonous ways, she was never the less rapidly growing tired of fiddling with her pen and doing nothing... Suddenly, as if to answer Appy's longing for a bit of excitement, the front door of the Recruiter's Office entrance slams open and Wyvern strides in. The lizard is wearing a pair of extremely cheap sunglasses, an "I Love (to Sue) Hollywood" T-shirt, some very unfashionable shorts and a layer of sunblock so thick that it makes him look paler rather than tanned. Dropping a few items of luggage on the ground and rushing over to his desk, the greedy reptile salutes Appy and hisses: "Ahhh... I'm back from L.A. Such a nice city, shame all the strip clubs were so damned expensive... otherwise, I could have spent another week there!" Briefly digging through his bags, the lizard pulls out several manuscripts and mutters: "Yeesh, the director's in Hollywood have gotten so damn picky.... they wouldn't even accept my script for 'Gyrfalcon the Movie.' I mean, sure, the script and filming only got halfway completed, but they're still way better than 'Terminator 3...'" Shaking his head sadly and crossing off another money-making scheme from his seemingly endless list, Wyvern raises a brow towards Appy and exclaims: "Ah, of course, you must be waiting for a response to your application! My apologies... lemmee see here..." The reptilian Elder then proceeds to shuffle through the ocean of papers flooding his messy desk until he comes across Appy's application. Plucking the sheet from the rest of the papers and reading over it carefully, the lizard grins and mutters: "A very good poem Appy, plus I notice you mentioned that you like to babble in your profile, which is always a plus. Just one question before I accept it, though..." Appy raises a brow, straightening up and listening carefully. "You wouldn't happen to be related to an application yourself, would you? I mean, your name's Appy and all... I tend to feel uncomfortable around applicants related to their applications, since the application sheets often hold grudges against me for the poor living conditions found on my desk top." Appy stares at Wyvern confused for a moment before slowly shaking her head "no". "Ah good..." responds Wyvern, sighing in relief as he stamps Appy's app ACCEPTED. ;p OOC: A good poem and an ACCEPTED application, Appy... welcome to the Mighty Pen! I apologize for the lateness of my response, and hope you find us a warm and acceptant community. Once again, welcome! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Solivagus Posted August 29, 2003 Report Share Posted August 29, 2003 (edited) Solivagus doubles up in his armchair at the mental picture of the lizard in sunglasses, but stifles his laughter enough to hug Appy hello and well done, before dropping back into his armchair trying not to look embarrased. Edited August 29, 2003 by Solivagus Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Appy Posted August 29, 2003 Author Report Share Posted August 29, 2003 *Appy's eyes open wide while accepting the lil scribble with the big ACCEPTED on it and starts grinning wildly* Thank you! Thank you! *looks a bit embarrased not knowing what else to say and stutters another small thank you while bowing herself towards the door* oh, uhm, and you are right, you people are great! *still a bit confused by the lizards appearance, Appy runs out of the office beaming and bumps into solivagus and his armchair* *Hug back* thank you! OOC: Appy is actually derived from Apaltra.. somehow my nick got turned into a nick of itself Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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