My Writing(s)

[Ouch]

Ella, Part I

Shatter, Shatter, Shatter
one moment and your thread in the fabric of time, torn.
Delivered to fate by one most taint,
in evening revelrie sponsored by Death.

Shriek, Scream, Howl
Banshee looms over a feast of agony,
your last words simply of ending pain,
I lose you, I lose you, I lose you - Sirens too late.

I try, I try, I try
but I cannot escape with you.
Swiftly you find eternal peace,
I alone must atone for the killer's vice.

Mother, Father, Sister,
left behind, treasure aplunder.
I am left behind,
heart torn asunder.

Miss Plath, Miss Plath, Miss plath,
I studied your technique well,
the only question still left,
shall I bake, or broil?

Sylvia, Sylvia, Sylvia,
You try to get back to Herr Daddy;
I try to get back to Ella, lost.
How many degrees do I preheat to?

Tortured Poet, Tortured Poet, Tortured Poet,
You have taste the sweet ambrosia of Escape;
the stainless steel does not bite,
I cannot bear blood by my wrist.

O Ella! O Ella! O Ella!
Woe! For your wounds gave you peace,
but mine have deliver'd only pain.
How I wish this agony would trickle out my vein...

[Valkyrja]

As usual, a pleasure for the senses!... WOW! Thanks, Wind!

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Ella, Part II

...Heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat
it slowly fades away,
the Rose wilts, bows, and crumbles.
God's couriers come to retrieve you.

Clear! Shock- Clear! Shock- Clear! Shock-
EKG wails monotonously in failure, 0 BPM.
The Jaws of Life try to consume me, I resist.
Gabriel cradles you, as I cry, 'Take me too!

Away, away, away,
I tried to toss my memory;
but these pills wouldn't last.
Oh Grim Pharmacist, an Rx for my End!

I told God he must reap what he had sown,
My Pain dedicated to her;
but He said there was room for only one
in the Cradle of Fate.

How can you Drown and never die? -
Life slips above my neck,
into my mouth, into my nose - no room to breathe,
Will somebody save me? Will somebody save me? Will somebody save me...?

[Ouch]

The Edge of Oblivion

I

Alone I was in the dew-damp morning,
asking for an angel to rescue me.
Soon the holy light crested over the the dying darkness
grass glittering emerald green.

A goddess appeared from the twilight forest,
during the zenith of my sorrow.
As I began to plummet,
she saved me from the edge of oblivion.

I gazed upon her fair figure,
shown for all to envy.
So close to me,
but so very far.

II

Are her lips waiting?
Is this the dream of a lifetime,
after a year gone bad?

She comes to me in the nighttime
I don't know if I have what she's looking for,
I don't want to be 'just another one',
sitting outside her door.

I don't want to be blamed,
I'll try and stay strong,
I need to know I'm not wrong.

[Claire]

I do too. Who's the lucky dev?

[Claire]

Of course, you better not actually tell!

[Ouch]

1:

Don't leave me looking through the glass,
Take me home, so I can forget the past.
I'll hold you forever, I won't let go,
I'll keep it going, I'll go real slow.

I don't accept defeat, I want to win,
Tempt me like Eve, make me sin.
Use your magic to tame the serpent,
Cast out the virgin, she'll never repent.

Beg for it, beg for it - here we go now,
Come with me, I'll show you how.
Help me reach the tantalising desire,
Now open your mouth, put out my fire.

Just you and me, you and me,
Two in this slow Tango, we shall be,
Going up fast, going down slow,
We'll take a drink from the lovers cup.

[Claire]

I like these. They always leaving me wishing I could know the story that inspired them.

[Ouch]

I

I did as the Almighty wished,
for that I was punished.
I gave Him the greatest sacrifice,
for that I suffered the Lightbringer's fate.

Cast away from those cast away,
Father and the Temptress.
East of the Garden I wandered,
alone I grew hungry, alone I grew cold, alone I cried.

Then she came to me,
the sweetest voice,
a voice of honey,
that spoke words of succor.

II

A woman dark haired,
a woman so lovely,
a woman with piercing dark eyes,
a woman came to me.

'I know your plight, man of Nod', said she,
'Come with me, for I have food!'
'Come with me, for I have shelter!'
'Come with me, for I have comfort!'

She took me, she fed me, she gave me shelter,
in her arms, I could find comfort,
I wept until blood came from my eye,
and slowly she kissed it away.

III

Harboured in the Darkness,
illuminated by the burning light,
The Fire of the Night,
wielded by Michael, Hand of the Almighty.

The Inquistor of Paradise stood before me,
with inherited confidence, I was unafraid.
'Kin of Adam, will you not repent for your evil?'
'Take the Mercy of the Almighty unto you!', he spoke.

'Not by His Grace, but my own, shall I live!', said I.
'Then for your existence and for your progeny,
fire shall pierce deep and savour your pain,
and you shall fear the light of the holy,' cursed He.

IV

Upon the vital light that birthed morning,
the sentinel of the East desecended.
On lustrous wings Raphael came to me,
with forlorn eyes, he said to me:

'Son of the First, you brother forgives you!'
'Repent and take the Gift of Mercy!'
'Not by His forgiveness do I live, but by mine own,' did I reply.
'Then shall the sun's rays seek you and burn you and your children,' he cursed.

With those words, and the dread of encroaching Dawn,
I sought refuge in the deep of the Earth,
until His Light died in the West,
beyond the mountains of the Night.

V

I awoke from compulsory slumber,
and heard a great wind rush upon my sanctuary,
There with great dark wings, was Uriel,
Uriel, guardian of Death; dark, dark Uriel.

He spoke softly to me, and said:
'The Almighty hath Forgiven your tresspass,
will you not accept his Mercy,
will you claim your reward in Heaven?'

And I told the angel of darkness,
'Not by His Mercy, but by my own, will I live,
I have done what I have done,
I shall forever live with that.'

'You will forever only drink blood,
you will forever only eat ash,
you will forever live, entrapped in Darkness,
all that you cherish shall crumble into ruin.', decreed the dark Uriel.

VI

Tears of blood dripped from my eyes,
as I wept at the anguish of such a terrible curse.
I caught the tears in a cup,
and consumed my sole sustenance.

When I looked up from my drink of sorrow,
gentle Gabriel, angel of Mercy was before me, and he told me,
'The Mercy of the Almighty is greater than you'll ever see,
even now, you can find Redemption, and you can once again walk in the light.'

When he left me, the veil of Darkness had lifted.
Light came from Her bright eyes,
She rescued me from the pain of His curses,
I could feel Her power course about me...

...I had finally Awakened...

[laurasweetou]

OMG this is soooooo beautiful, you are so talented Wind. Post some more!!!

[Claire]

Wow. Great imagery.

[trollfuhrer]

Yeah................I'm a writer, too. Here's an excerpt from my current novel-in-progress:

A gang of thugs piled into a muscle-car-convertible and went tear-assing around the backwoods, churning up dirt roads, drinking heavily, tossing bottles, beer cans and cigarette butts about liberally. As the sun set, they decided to return to town, drink themselves blind, start fights and chase women.

Spinning rubber toward the crest of an upcoming hill, they spied a car sitting along the road. An elderly woman stood nearby, looking very concerned. As they sped by, she shouted, "Please.....stop." The thugs laughed and hurled insults at her. The driver devilishly fish-tailed the car to splatter her with mud, while someone in the backseat shouted, "F*** you, old b****." As the car roared past, the old lady shouted, "It's a cliff."

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1:

Oh horrid noises,
is there no way to silence you?
Strange, painful cacophony
constantly attacking me.

Inheritor of the wrong fate;
She needs it so very much,
were I Atlas, I would
give her this world.

I have no one to steal it away from;
They don't feel so afflicted.
What captures my heart,
also tears soul apart.

I keep looking through the window,
seeing myself outside, walking by.
Rain obscuring melancholy hope,
desperately waiting for that sunny day.

One welcomed me, opened that window,
First I craved, then did I envy;
taken from me too soon,
I, forced to be Reaper - pane slamming shut.

Door barred shut - no entry.
Am not broken enough to join,
can't pay non-refundable fee
I don't have the right ID.

Some survive with make-believe,
powerful narcotic, hard to leave.
Little girl, can't leave that drug alone,
keeps swallowing the red pill...
...wishing it were blue.

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2:

He was afraid to go,
afraid to love,
had lost a piece of faith,
had lost a piece of his heart.

He was surprised to find,
someone willing to lose
just to keep him
from falling apart

He said, "One thing,
I think you should know,
living this life
is just so tough.

I've got a deep down sorrow
and it won't let go,
I just don't think
I'm strong enough."

[Claire]

May 20, 2008 23:07:04 GMT -5 Ouch said:

Inheritor of the wrong fate;
She needs it so very much,
were I Atlas, I would
give her this world.

Were I Heracles, I'd take it from you. But without the trickery. You can keep the golden apples.

Some survive with make-believe,
powerful narcotic, hard to leave.
Little girl, can't leave that drug alone,
keeps swallowing the red pill...
...wishing it were blue.

Indeed. How well you understand.

[Ouch]

1:

All the saints, just fancy sinners
make you pay tuition for the
B.S.E.D.; they all sell the murder,
invent the justice,
and run the courts,
making good business being guilty.

George's rolling over in his grave,
Washington had a child,
but the damn thing went wild.

Blinders on, hiding charitable death,
Vulpine broadcaster keeping tally.
Offering a cup for the ooze
from your brain draining out.
Rogues gallery first door on the Right;
'In Roger We Trust'

Sleepless people with fire in the eye,
launch deadly defences into the sky.
Half-dead livestock's prayers unseen,
Do you know if you're dead or alive?
Spilling red for the bitter green,
Hamilton, Jackson, Franklin make the spirit mean.

George's rolling over in his grave,
Washington had a child,
but the damn thing went wild.

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2:

She was so crazy,
always so languid.
She kept me coming,
kept me hiding.

Lindsay...? Lindsay...?
Making your fatal drop;
the white dusty fury never stops.
Breaking the chain while I still can.

She was too furtive,
always so dramatic,
so very attractive,
but so very destructive.

Lindsay...? Lindsay...?
Made your fatal drop;
white dusty fury never stopped.
Broke the chain while I still could.

...going insane?
...Going Insane,
...GOING INSANE!