Malaikat Maut Posted December 21, 2010 Report Share Posted December 21, 2010 Feel free to ignore, critique, or enjoy these as you wish. Publicly or silently - I wouldn't be posting them if I were afraid of criticism. Some of these were written for (or by) my character in MD, others were written for or about my wife, and still more are fictional works that don't apply to either. I'm always looking to grow as a writer, and one of the finest ways is to seek the opinions of readers. So, any and all comments will be considered as beneficial. [quote]I’ll never forget how we found this place; tall ships, soft kiss, and we sailed away in a state of grace. Now when the stars reflect, in your emerald eyes, I know it’s ours to protect from a world full of lies. And as we stand at the precipice of our new existance the Earth sets behind the horizon of innocence, and we're alone, apart from resistance, to hold in our hearts the wonder that this is home.[/quote] [quote]“Pick up the pace”, I hear you say the ten-thousandth time, so I sprint a minute until we’re side-by-side. You check our time and speak of here and now, and, though your voice is like a dream to me, I’m intent on watching as these yellow lines blur with white clouds; turning tight rounds as they spiral out from where the sky meets the ground. And, as you tell me everything you need, I wonder what we'll see when we reach the end. Will the earth bend and continue on again or abruptly stop? “Don’t look back”, I think as I catch my breath, and up ahead I can’t help but watch as your hair sways at its shoulder length in unison with the golden rays of the sun as it rises on the horizon. I run till I’ve caught up again and maintain my thoughts: perhaps, if we move fast enough, impetus will stay with us and we’ll keep a straight line. And we’ll blur with white clouds as we go hurtling out and leave this place behind. Then I hear, “pick up the pace have you heard me talking”, and I reply, “I’m hurt and tired but don't stop walking”.[/quote] [quote]in the silence of night it was early June as we said goodbye i touched your face so pristine in the pale moonlight and your grace made me feel that you’re too perfect to be mine i’m sorry i don’t remember what we said just your silhouette against a bed of stars and life will never be as pretty as it was just then just before the world turned red in the taillight of your car but even if the emerald in your eyes no longer shines i’ll see you as you were not as you are you’ll always be that moonlit girl to me as if the clock had stopped at four[/quote] [quote] I once was lost in lonesome woods with scarcely any care, and without any awareness of my true state of affairs, though now I wonder how it was that fate had found me there in the first place. With fetid trees and frozen lakes reflecting boughs so barren, in retrospect it seems such a dreadful location that I can’t imagine why I tarried. As if I were waiting, not really in anticipation, more like for the turn of a millennium, which is something that comes upon us though it’s nothing that we race toward. Then, as I remember, it was mid December when I first paid attention to what I imagine had always been there. A chime, the simple ring of bells, had wafted round my barren dell on a breeze. So pleasing was its melody, and also so sublime, that I fell into dreams about its meaning. It became my goal, my sole aspiration, to find its source of origin and make it mine. However, as I walked and witnessed that those woods had underwent a subtle change, I too was touched and altered by the timbre which those ringing chimes maintained, and so I dallied. Oh, for sunny Saturdays in June, those bells fell round like fife and lute, and on the fifth, once placid pools became like falling waters. No longer holding images of barren woods but keeping them at bay, harboring my hopes and rushing all I find appalling far away. How such a nuance made so much difference I may never know, but I’m grateful it was made. [/quote] [quote] Angel, let me touch your hair, and brush it from your eyes. Angel, let me linger there in moon and starlit skies. Angel, let me see your face such beauty does beguile. Angel, let me free the grace held captive in your smile. Angel, let me know your fear, and I will whisper mine. Angel, let us never care for moments left behind. Angel, let me take your hand, and never shall we part. Angel, let us never stand but journey with our hearts. Angel, let me comfort you, and you may do the same. Angel, let us never rue the course that we maintain. [/quote] [quote]The way you linger, like a vapor, on my skin it makes me sick. And, as I breath you in, the sin of it abhors me and leaves my moral sensibilities undone. Am I the only one of us still feeling all alone because I don’t think I can take more solitude. I can’t fake this squalid love for you - who’d let your veins for moments in the sun. And even as it set once and for all, while playwrights screamed for curtain call, I’m certain that you’d fail to glean the meaning from it all. Still I need to feel that burning in my lungs - it keeps me young. I know I'll miss this once it's gone. I've learned to suffer from your culture of pretentiousness. Though trite, the lesson always was that ignorance is bliss.[/quote] [quote] it's a good thing we Americans have singsongy voices 'cause you talk a lot and if not for inflection it'd be more of an annoyance than it is don't get me wrong see my hope was we could enjoy the same music but since we don't could you perhaps please let me dance for a moment?[/quote] [quote] I recall when first we met eyes wept in silent sadness wrapped so delicate in tears like sheer blankets flowing over mirrors showing me only my own soul and yet they hold a fire no tear can hope to smother as embers of the purest coal caressed in flame's ethereal glow they rest until the blowing wind of memory are roused within and then they're left not discarded but restrained in consciousness contained in wisdom known to those of greater age. Some believe I've seen the secrets of the heart but in yours I read a tale I've never known my own.[/quote] [quote] There is beauty in mortality. A casual urgency in the knowledge that all of this will one day pass away, and that we exist in brevity. It's such a simple irony. Our only certainty is an unknown end, which grants us both a reckless need and peace in our fragility. Our course is through obscurity. Such grand facility of the illusion of purpose that all of those among us seek to leave a legacy. However... There is nothing in eternity. A final vanity in the foresight that nothing fades, that all is free of change, and remains in grand stability. It's such a dreadful tragedy. To see with clarity that our every action, and that each decision, merely delivers us closer to inevitablity. The cursed move through infinity. Such flawed divinity removes all purpose, and shatters all illusion, leaving only true calamity.[/quote] Watcher, Asterdai and Prince Marvolo 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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