Little Lucy,
hoppity-hop,
walked into
the pastry shop.
She breathed in
and began to tweet:
"I would like
the sweetest sweet".
"Of course you would"
replied the seller.
"It's waiting for you
in my cellar
But you can never tell
'cause you're
the only one
I'll give it to".
July's blond hair
jolted freely
as she nodded
happily.
The seller
took her by the hand.
Everything had gone
as planned.
Little Lucy
hoppity-hop
walked into
the pastry shop.
She breathed in
and began to tweet:
"I would like
the sweetest sweet".
"Of course you would"
replied the seller.
"It's waiting for you
In the cellar
But you can never
tell 'cause you're
the only one
I'll give it to"
July's blond hair
jolted freely
As she nodded
happily.
The seller
took her by the hand.
Everything had gone
as planned.
Floating in a dim-lit space
lost and crippled
in a lonely race
and when it's over
I'll dig deep
and leave with out a trace.
Each second
one more bite,
one inch of flesh
sealed safely out of sight.
So slowly
I'm sliding.
Endlessly
I spiral into me.
Gone little by little
and I nibble
and I nibble.
I'm living off a riddle
and I nibble
and I'll nibble till I'm Gone little by little
and I nibble
and I nibble.
I'm living off a riddle
and I nibble
and I'll nibble till I'm gone.
Scared of what the mirror showed me
I didn't know
how much I could endure.
I decided to
lock myself in me
and be secure.
Once bitten
you'r
Talk about the future,
Expectations.
Oh the irony.
Talk about having it coming.
Retrospective revelations
In rotations.
Probability
Takes its time to match speed with the facts.
Then you slip
And you hit rock bottom. Drip
After drip the drops drop down.
Lipstick smudged all over your face.
That and make-up left a trace
Hard to clean up after.
Round and round the sirens go
At the ship's departing
And the sounds grow slow.
Short-term plans,
Better be on the safe side.
Oh the irony.
Turn your back to find the moment gone.
Flashbacks give
Low jabs in my forehead
Any time or day
Back and forth in time, one moment short
wh
Gradually, slowly through the thick cement
My resignation lured me into the vortex
And I can feel the gray paste twist and bend,
Seep and solidify in my cerebral cortex
Till every jolt of information sent
Is returned to post, orphaned from processing
And I smile dully to the blunted end
Of observing the facts and of assessing.
And now the world seems to be flowing freely
And actions are clear-cut and independent
And everything is so much simpler really
And, unified in dullness, life forms fervent
Buzz on in the closed circuit of my wit
As I wipe from my lips the dripping spit.
While falling, drags the rock the air around it
Downwards to have some company in the meantime.
The kitten, kicked till it's too sick a view
Claws deep inside the misfortune that found it.
The bug, squished just to teach that evolution
Is not much more than difference in the quotient,
Ignores the very quotient in the scale
And stings while spilling its life's thick solution.
From birth we got to know the theorem
As nature brainwashed us with propaganda:
If there's no way to choose between the two
We'll meet the end together, us AND them.
To avoid misunderstanding
Don't think "them"'s "the Man"
"the System", "the Mach
Reflect, regret, repent; the revelation
unreels a raw, revolting resolution:
a restless rhythmic route of a rotation
that -through its course- turns question to solution
For still familiar far-fetched figments fog
facts being flung in forgetfulness' fissures
safeguarding the fantasy of a lazy hog
filled to the brim with harsh self-esteem issues.
Those filtered recollections, lay 'em to rest.
Your fate's scribed on your face you so detest.
It started as an egocentric whim:
cancerous quasi sensitive projection
that through your personality can swim
to infect inhibitions' cerebral section
But, like a smoker's detrimental passion,
the molding of faint thoughts to concrete fiction
exceeded the daily suggested ration
and soon my pleasure was full-scale addiction.
However, catering for my shy vanity
that craves for credit, runs from criticism,
I choose to hide my real identity,
deem undisclosed my reeking narcissism.
'Tis common sense: in order to forget
our own defects and ev'ry annoying flaw
we notice some on others but just let
the matter wane, as states th' unwritt
We cast aside the stain of ordinary
to prove the axiom "mind over matter",
dismiss sentiments as unnecessary
and stuff our rationale and make it fatter
until our chubby savvy ends up a fumbler
and blubber slows the beating of our heart
and the cold heights we reached from places humbler
freeze up our brain's atrophied, unused part.
Therefore I pledge allegiance where allegiance's due:
both my left and right hemisphere belong to you.
Heavy snow.
Roads were kept closed all day.
Day went away quickly, blue to gold to pink to purple
blank
neutral
stretched itself, stretching with it my soul I spent so much time sewing on its edges
until the street lamps turned on
oddly two by two
and evening found me alone in front of the fireplace
opening manufactured wishing cards from several foundations for my eightieth Christmas.
Card by card my moves grew heavier.
"You have to slow down!" you cried out.
"Set your priorities! Think about your personal life a bit!"
Oh, for chrissakes put yourself where you belong in this world.
Be rational.
What priorities? Love isn't for
Little Lucy,
hoppity-hop,
walked into
the pastry shop.
She breathed in
and began to tweet:
"I would like
the sweetest sweet".
"Of course you would"
replied the seller.
"It's waiting for you
in my cellar
But you can never tell
'cause you're
the only one
I'll give it to".
July's blond hair
jolted freely
as she nodded
happily.
The seller
took her by the hand.
Everything had gone
as planned.
Little Lucy
hoppity-hop
walked into
the pastry shop.
She breathed in
and began to tweet:
"I would like
the sweetest sweet".
"Of course you would"
replied the seller.
"It's waiting for you
In the cellar
But you can never
tell 'cause you're
the only one
I'll give it to"
July's blond hair
jolted freely
As she nodded
happily.
The seller
took her by the hand.
Everything had gone
as planned.
Floating in a dim-lit space
lost and crippled
in a lonely race
and when it's over
I'll dig deep
and leave with out a trace.
Each second
one more bite,
one inch of flesh
sealed safely out of sight.
So slowly
I'm sliding.
Endlessly
I spiral into me.
Gone little by little
and I nibble
and I nibble.
I'm living off a riddle
and I nibble
and I'll nibble till I'm Gone little by little
and I nibble
and I nibble.
I'm living off a riddle
and I nibble
and I'll nibble till I'm gone.
Scared of what the mirror showed me
I didn't know
how much I could endure.
I decided to
lock myself in me
and be secure.
Once bitten
you'r
Talk about the future,
Expectations.
Oh the irony.
Talk about having it coming.
Retrospective revelations
In rotations.
Probability
Takes its time to match speed with the facts.
Then you slip
And you hit rock bottom. Drip
After drip the drops drop down.
Lipstick smudged all over your face.
That and make-up left a trace
Hard to clean up after.
Round and round the sirens go
At the ship's departing
And the sounds grow slow.
Short-term plans,
Better be on the safe side.
Oh the irony.
Turn your back to find the moment gone.
Flashbacks give
Low jabs in my forehead
Any time or day
Back and forth in time, one moment short
wh
Gradually, slowly through the thick cement
My resignation lured me into the vortex
And I can feel the gray paste twist and bend,
Seep and solidify in my cerebral cortex
Till every jolt of information sent
Is returned to post, orphaned from processing
And I smile dully to the blunted end
Of observing the facts and of assessing.
And now the world seems to be flowing freely
And actions are clear-cut and independent
And everything is so much simpler really
And, unified in dullness, life forms fervent
Buzz on in the closed circuit of my wit
As I wipe from my lips the dripping spit.
While falling, drags the rock the air around it
Downwards to have some company in the meantime.
The kitten, kicked till it's too sick a view
Claws deep inside the misfortune that found it.
The bug, squished just to teach that evolution
Is not much more than difference in the quotient,
Ignores the very quotient in the scale
And stings while spilling its life's thick solution.
From birth we got to know the theorem
As nature brainwashed us with propaganda:
If there's no way to choose between the two
We'll meet the end together, us AND them.
To avoid misunderstanding
Don't think "them"'s "the Man"
"the System", "the Mach
Reflect, regret, repent; the revelation
unreels a raw, revolting resolution:
a restless rhythmic route of a rotation
that -through its course- turns question to solution
For still familiar far-fetched figments fog
facts being flung in forgetfulness' fissures
safeguarding the fantasy of a lazy hog
filled to the brim with harsh self-esteem issues.
Those filtered recollections, lay 'em to rest.
Your fate's scribed on your face you so detest.
It started as an egocentric whim:
cancerous quasi sensitive projection
that through your personality can swim
to infect inhibitions' cerebral section
But, like a smoker's detrimental passion,
the molding of faint thoughts to concrete fiction
exceeded the daily suggested ration
and soon my pleasure was full-scale addiction.
However, catering for my shy vanity
that craves for credit, runs from criticism,
I choose to hide my real identity,
deem undisclosed my reeking narcissism.
'Tis common sense: in order to forget
our own defects and ev'ry annoying flaw
we notice some on others but just let
the matter wane, as states th' unwritt
We cast aside the stain of ordinary
to prove the axiom "mind over matter",
dismiss sentiments as unnecessary
and stuff our rationale and make it fatter
until our chubby savvy ends up a fumbler
and blubber slows the beating of our heart
and the cold heights we reached from places humbler
freeze up our brain's atrophied, unused part.
Therefore I pledge allegiance where allegiance's due:
both my left and right hemisphere belong to you.
Heavy snow.
Roads were kept closed all day.
Day went away quickly, blue to gold to pink to purple
blank
neutral
stretched itself, stretching with it my soul I spent so much time sewing on its edges
until the street lamps turned on
oddly two by two
and evening found me alone in front of the fireplace
opening manufactured wishing cards from several foundations for my eightieth Christmas.
Card by card my moves grew heavier.
"You have to slow down!" you cried out.
"Set your priorities! Think about your personal life a bit!"
Oh, for chrissakes put yourself where you belong in this world.
Be rational.
What priorities? Love isn't for
Writing Tournament 2013 ~ Round I by Writers--club, journal
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I cry like I always do,
even though you flurry around my crooked
smile as if you're in a parade.
Placing my hat on your head you
prance away, naughty with mischief and
innocence.
The grubs you toss flutter away
as butterflies before me;
I suppose this is the passage of time.
My sweet gentleman, though
you dry up all my tears
you can't efface their gulches.
The vapor flies off my tongue at
sharp points that slice at your essence.
My cringes are all that keep you young.
You ride me through life,
a captain to calm the cascades of joy
and love that threaten to crumble inside.
Now I'm older than you by many times,
although still
I was five and I read about the wizards
and fairies and elves and castles
and people under the sea and kings and queens
and princesses and princes and cheesy romantic scenes
I lived in the world of a fairy tale
With knights in shining armors
Unicorns flying on rainbows
A world with so much to know
But now
I look at you and think
What more could there be?
What more could the world ask for?
I look through your vibrant green eyes, baby.
Stay up late at night thinkin.
Think about the way you smile
like the spring sun after cold winter nights.
What more could the world ask for?
When you're my world.
Hey, do you remember that tim
beep, beep, beeeeep.....
I jump up out of bed, not bothering to to turn off my alarm clock. Walking into the kitchen I say "Hey, mom."
No answer.
"Whatever." I say to the silence.
Lane walks into the kitchen, hair still dripping from his shower.
"Go wake your sister or she'll be late. And when you're done go dry off your hair."
" 'Kay, mom." He mumbles back to her.
"Mom, I'm right here at the-"
"Mom! Mom! Come quick!" The panic in his voice is enough to send chills through me.
Mom runs to the end of the hall and into my purple and orange bedroom. I run after here and squeeze into the room.
I see Lane pull away the cover
"You want to get a drink?"
Six words. Six little words casually spoken by an innocent man without any idea of their implications.
"You want to get a drink?"
It was only a reunion with an old friend; it was not supposed to become a battlefield. One moment I'm strolling down the street chatting light-heartedly with a mate from school, the next my world is threatening to crash down around me.
"You want to get a drink?"
To him it may mean nothing but a simple boy's night out, but to me it means much, much more.
"You want to get a drink?"
Anxiety, depression, obsession, not caring what I did, who I hurt, how much I lost as long it got me a
Finally...
Actually,
I'm glad.
I feared you'd never see
what were the stars illuminating the green patchwork,
biting your eyes.
Stars I devised for you
from the very first moment
I devised you.
Stains of luminescent paint I made
while colouring the soaring firmament
black
so you could see the void
and complete it
to your taste and prudence,
And learn from this firmament
to divide
first waters from waters
then water from itself.
To follow the traces of nature's veins,
see them sinking in the moist ground
and give birth to new life,
reminding you of your own origin
and burden.
A burden I always was scared of
The basic rules
1.) Make 100 art entries, each pic (NOT a pic....I'll write something) having a theme listed below. Each pic should have ONE and only ONE theme to it, for it to count.
2.) No time limit so have fun
3.) The main picture should be drawn by you, or involve photos taken by you for the purpose of this challenge. No old art! It should all be newly made for this meme!
4.) Pics should be your own. You may not edit photos, or break any other rules set out in the DA etiquette policy. Your pics can be anything from sketches and doodles to great master pieces. Just have fun with it.
5.) The list below is to be placed somewhere in yo