Five Days of Darkness by fistfulofstars, literature
Literature
Five Days of Darkness
always round-trip tickets
counting the hours from me to you
knowing the sky is grey there
when here it is forever blue
days turn into weeks
a sentence takes an hour
static and stationery
time in all its power
can't describe the clouds
somehow they're pink today
the moon like a cigarette burn
what i see, not what i say
it doesn't matter if days or weeks
it's all a lifetime to me
action doesn't keep me from not moving
i'm running but i don't seem to be
just empty my lungs
it'll all come soon enough
the nights by your side
will make everything else not seem so tough
My wallet is a green apple.
I wish it was red.
I wish it was red twice over,
so I could have a reason to fall over.
All my worth in that one apple.
70 little atoms of energy
in an endless firestorm.
I picked it myself from its
leafy solstice home -
and it came to mine.
Apple & egg carton, a seam-
less continuance of carnal verisimilitude.
Sweet center and bitter cover.
With all my worth wrapped up in it.
I live alone.
In a red egg carton.
Damn eggs. --
Always smashing around me when I least expect it.
Little bombs of yolk soil
my clean red calls, my
stark white shirt.
I'm glad the life was stopped --
to make my house.
Sinning chicks that deserved it.
Stopped in mid-divide.
Feel my pain, little bitches.
An ended life --
used for omelets
for pranks
for fake diety celebrations.
All in my house.
My beloved, simple, red,
fragile house.
Without warning, a great anger seeps out of my eyelids, out of my fingertips. I want everyone to feel a ton of weight on their tongues. The weight I feel on one cornea could be shared by all. Trudging up my hill, my light summer shoes a ball and chain on each ankle, my back rounded and hunched - defective. Every cell waning and splitting in the strain. Fat throat stifling the sound - erased sobriquets. Breathe with a ragged rhythm - self-conscious, self-loathing. Mark my words on my face, on my hood, on my window - force me to accept, to forgive. Force me to laugh, to smile.
To crash.
With those beautiful, deadly berries tempting
I found myself drawn to her - or the fantastic image of this woman and who she is. She who certainly has never heard my name, who I was, what I was or am. I found myself recreating myself in her image. Cream on my face, I became uncontrollable, slathering it on until my face was already whiter than usual. Smelling her perfume, her clothes, her slippers. Squinting at the small photographs so inconspicuously placed, making me wonder why I placed mine in the most accessible places, judging myself. I leave space for my own eye cream, neglecting her scent - worried he will notice my obsessions. Come on, I tell myself, you aren't like this.
First Poem In a Long Time by fistfulofstars, literature
Literature
First Poem In a Long Time
hundreds of days have passed
thousands of hours
with no word
hope and fear stayed my hand
bonded with wisdom and hate
a deadly combination makes
absence is a godsend where it was once my burden
here with my tainted hands
i reeducate myself
skies illustrated with endless signs
"yes" and "no"
heaven and hell
not until forgiveness stains my lips
not until a thousand more tears form and are stifled
may i be forgiven
a wish once made under the secrecy of night
becomes a cold reality
colder still here in shadow
with grey tears
our mistakes rooted in promises
fresh hearts eager to believe
only too late realizing the folly of you
paper-thin skin
a scar where your kiss has been
all created by me
worsened so you could not see
frightful rustling sounds
insecurities abound
wishing to color my world
a consequence fulfilled
a scream like breaking glass
duck & cover for it to pass
brush off the weary remains
black & blue my hand it stains
on this so dreary of thursdays
sunlight on my skin decays
and leaves its ugly mark behind
for the next jaw-cracker to find
and wrinkles its nose in disgust
a lonely word, a wish, a must.
because never is a promise... by fistfulofstars, literature
Literature
because never is a promise...
The jagged rock of the cliff's edge dug into her toes, rooting her to earth, defying any feeling of hope. Yet she wanted to feel the pain - it made hat in her head more bearable. "Make your move," she demanded, sounding more confident than she felt. "Say what you came to say." "I don't love you," he whispered, as if that would make it less real. "I know," she exhaled.
"What else could I do? The sea was calm, but her insides were raging. She wasn't going to let him see her cry, so she turned from him and gazed out to the horizon. "We farmed together, we laughed. I carried you through a thousand starless nights and wiped the sweat fro
Oh stale priestess
proud corpse.
Can't you see you've already died?
Oh pale promise
distant november.
Don't worry - I already knew you lied...
A single light in the distance gave me hope
Shattered with one torpid breath.
The smell of your stench
sticks to my skin like original sin.
Oh forgotten smile
give me leave a while
to hear your servant say
leave me dying to another day.
look behind you --------
your wings are missing
it should've been expected
after my horned lips you had been kissing
you never noticed them before?
the horns there all along
something for which i am quite proud
use it to shoot you off your cloud
now you're down with me
with life in all its dearth
welcome to heart-ache
welcome to earth.
at least for tonight by fistfulofstars, literature
Literature
at least for tonight
fist instead of palm
heart instead of head
bear inside my arms
ghosts beside my bed
one word i hear
stop.
don't come any closer -
sigh...
can see stars on your -
prurient mapfuls of.
i - skin. *
my sheets.
i can see your tied hands
and smell your tears
but instead i laugh
wash it down with my fears.
mmm - that tastes good.
bite this flesh
before it rots off the bone
from bathtub lullabies -
hang up the phone.
not
that
old
medium.
even aluminum stars -
are you trying to kill me?
ha.
could i be so selfish?
stop with the promises
i'm exhausted
and so is teddy
step down as my muse.
at least for tonight.
tomorrow
paper-thin skin
a scar where your kiss has been
all created by me
worsened so you could not see
frightful rustling sounds
insecurities abound
wishing to color my world
a consequence fulfilled
a scream like breaking glass
duck & cover for it to pass
brush off the weary remains
black & blue my hand it stains
on this so dreary of thursdays
sunlight on my skin decays
and leaves its ugly mark behind
for the next jaw-cracker to find
and wrinkles its nose in disgust
a lonely word, a wish, a must.
Current Residence: Washington, DC Favourite photographer: My Dad Shell of choice: scaly skin Wallpaper of choice: family tartan Favourite cartoon character: Doug, Rocko, Lisa Simpson Personal Quote: "i am going to prove the impossible really exists"
Favourite Visual Artist
Chiho Aoshima
Favourite Movies
Fifth Element, Indiana Jones
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Bjork, Fiona Apple, Patsy Cline
Favourite Writers
Roald Dahl, J.K. Rowling
Favourite Games
Clue, Taboo
Tools of the Trade
pen and paper
Other Interests
dancing until I collapse, singing in the car, writing, writing, writing
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1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
--> "...people - both. Really among the nastiest of all medieval Europe..."
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.What can you reach?
--> My trusty printer.
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
--> Heroes *yataaaa!*
4. Without looking guess what time it is?
--> 8:40PM
5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
--> 8:40PM
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
--> CRASH> CRACK< Someone just had a car accident outside!
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
--> Today when I walked back from work.
8. Befo
I have proven the impossible it possible with my two computers. The current provable task is Vista running on my laptop and desktop. 3D rendering is the next task to prove possible when thought impossible, (especially on my laptop.)