October 18, 2011 - 12:07am — Rutilus
SO BASICALLY if any of you have read my recent poetry you'll know I say it's written by a new character, known as Verdilac or Morrison.
He has a particular way of writing/thinking that I like, so uh. Basically, I want you guys to give us a subject - a word, a phrase, a topic, a colour, an animal, a verb, an adjective, a name, a question, a thought, anything. Be creative, man - be imaginative.
Inspire me, dammit.
Results will be posted here whee.
Edit: LOL I forgot to mention - in that long list up there? Your characters. They count. Preferably with a link to a biography so V/M knows what the hell he's talking about.
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Nathaniel Sarel
Nathaniel Sarel. What's in a name?
Shorten it. Quick, make it shorter!
So he can fit in, of course. Another world.
Just like the rest of us now. Fuck it all.
Fuck them, fuck him, fuck her, fuck everyone!
What does he care? A diamond shaft. Prized.
Controls chaos so neatly that nobody notices.
A sinner - the priests would never touch him.
Unholy.
It's a shame, though. Why can't he sample them all?
Every one of them! He messes his hair up - quick, quick--
--run out of time, yet lives forever. Barely notices the clock,
bound around his neck by a chain of gold hair. Shame.
Block your family out - leave them in the past, leave them again
Daddy's little girl doesn't love him anymore, makes him suffer
For who could love their coward of a father? COWARD.
C-c-coward. But he can't give a shit anymore.
Uppers, downers, inbetweeners - what are those again?
Ah, right. They make him forget. Forget what? What was it, he--
Her. All of them. Voice of liquid silk interrupted by sand.
It runs in rivers down his face, down a lean torso. Down the beach.
And then, oblivion?
Never.
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'Guilt is an illness, indulgence is the cure.'
Well you'd say that, wouldn't you? Guilty as a sinner in church.
Lost bodies all around, poison down a wasted throat.
Faces look ugly when you're on your own, don't they?
'I have cancer.' The mother weeps for months on end. Diseased,
But never does she indulge herself in chemotherapy!
Too much of a good thing, they said. But that's taking it literally.
The metaphors, baby, they're everywhere. Grass on the beach.
Fire in the ocean. Sharks nip at tender stomachs that churn, remorseful.
Regretting being caught.
You lose yourself in your luxurious falsehood for a while; the guilt goes.
It wavers for a few minutes and then suddenly - disorientated freedom
Just as real as the fabrics of the reality they caged us in.
You sleep. Induced, forced, coaxed, reluctantly taken. Still you sleep.
Whatever you indulge in will pass. It runs out someday. I've been there.
And then
the sun
rises
and all that is left
is the
guilt.
Indulgence gives us bird's wings. Trapped in glass cages of guilt.
We simply see straight through the bars until our focus returns.
Your own personal typhoon hits harder than before.
So, sure. Indulgence is the cure -
- if you can handle the lapse.
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Coalesce
Happy families - a child's plaything, to observe and to destroy
The birth of two unexpected infants joined at the hip
Killed by their own want to be stay together
Sawed apart and left to bleed to death
Two souls, two hearts, two specks of stardust!
'I love you', she said, and he stared blankly
before getting down on one knee and tying himself to her
tender shoelaces - broken thirty years later
Nuclear explosions in your head
A mind b-b-breaking
Sanity cackles and smiles, fleeting
Cheshire grin and snapped teeth.
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'The world is quiet here.'
The world is quiet here
In a brainless starfish embrace
Swept deep beneath the sea
An octopus' garden of slumber just for me
The world is calm here
Simplistic chains and webs of life
Sharks swim low and fish swim deep
They leave me to think, they leave me to breathe
The world is dead here
No music, no voices, no sweet reassurance
Only echoes and bubbles that drift away
Lanterns of the night in no man's land
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Emotion
Cry, eat, play, shit, sleep
Whine, shout, rebel, eat, sleep
Shout, ignore, confess, regret, wake up
Spend your dying days wishing you'd live longer.
Not happy unless you're complaining
Not happy when you've got something to complain about
The mortal coil sucks you back into Christianity
You could have been into Buddhism instead
Stresses you - you have to care because you think they care
Pick your words carefully - might step on someone's toes
Hurt those precious feelings everybody talks about
Stop pretending. You're hollow like the rest of us - void.
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Pelican
It thinks of you as its mother for a while
Basks in a gentle embrace for a split second
And then suddenly - slides down, down
Into a pit of acid
Cruel bastard. You gave him false hope.
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To soothe
Remember when she'd hold you in her arms?
You pressed your cheek against her breast and smiled
Forever young - she thought you'd never grow
She was wrong. But you didn't know that
You thought the world of her. Every day,
spent sitting on her lap or clinging to her sleeve.
She told you it was alright when they lit the fireworks
And sent darts of fire into the unnatural sky
Her voice was a safety blanket; you yearned for it
Whenever you felt things weren't right
And believe me, you felt it a lot back then
Because children know, don't they? They always know
You were the perfect child in her eyes
And she was the perfect mother up until you hit fifteen
Where you decided you didn't need her warmth
Or her voice, or her soothing nature
She died. Simple as that.
She died alone in a caravan to the north
You were too busy partying to notice, to know.
But if you'd still been a child?
You would have cried all night.
You would have screamed and bawled.
You wouldn't have slept until she came home,
Because you'd know.
But being a teenager, you didn't.
You were blind, and she died alone.
You would have gone with her - but you didn't know.
And now you never will.
Effervescent
tiny droplets of breath
stolen from the drowning hope
of a man who lived to be alive
and who died to live on
Elinor
First love, they say, when you're seven years old
Too old to be ignorant, too young to hate
A child's love is the purest of loves, did you know that?
Untainted by adult stupidity and complexity.
Elinor; only a day or two older
Sweetest little girl you ever did meet
Spent every day together 'til the parents called you in
You lived in a treehouse, kept secrets within.
Elinor, Elinor - so bright and so bold
Leapt across branches, well, so I'm told
Elinor, Elinor - put on such a show
I'm twenty years old now, and where did you go?
'Why do you think that's true?'
What else can we believe in but what we think is the truth?
Fabrications of reality; figments of imagination
If they tore the wool from over our eyes we would be lost
The lies, the guilt, the deceit? Better to forget
Better to believe in something, said the holy man
And then he told them he'd be back -
For centuries they waited, and did he return? No,
But still they believe him, think it's true.
Ignorance is bliss.
'Little bubbles in a bath pop so quickly when they reach the surface.'
Imagine yourself in an endless lagoon; bright, bubbling, and warmer than any bath
Something Roald Dahl would have dreamed up - impossible, but so real
Those tiny bubbles lift up; they fly, they go off without you.
What would you do if they went to Heaven and left you here?
'A child drawing on a frosty window...'
His fingertips ache and burn with the cold
Still he draws - a child's vision of a perfect family
Mother, father, himself, a sister he never had, the family dog
No alcohol; no cigarettes; no late nights crying
He stares with eyes of pure innocence at his vision
And for a moment it comes to life; golden, illuminated
He smiles with delight, proud - has he fixed things?
Life would be better if it was spent at the window
But mother begins to drink; father starts to cry
His little sister, an alcohol-ravaged miscarriage
And he, himself, drowning in miserable frostwater
The sun is rising. Night's illusions no more.
Soon enough, that ball of energy and light has destroyed it
His vision, his family, his false reality - his dream
And he sits by the windowledge, and cries
Wishing his fleeting sanctuary would return
Owl
I am the night - long, silent flight in the dark
Sister Moon casts her ghostly shadow upon feathertips
Gone too quickly to be noticed
And then down.
Swift - it doesn't see me coming
Dead in the blink of a pale, unfeeling eye
Nightmares shriek in the undergrowth -
I flee.
Vigilence
Vigilence - that's what teacher told me.
You have to be vigilent.
I was lost in forests with silver stags
Too dumb to listen.
Smoke
Intangible rivers of offal, infused by a dying breath
God's sigh does nothing to stop the disease
It spreads; curls around my throat like a serpent
And squeezes oh so gently until I can't breathe
The grip tightens until I can no longer inhale oxygen
But then - what's this? I can breathe the smoke itself
Quick, quick - more! How could I be so foolish?
This is nirvana! Silence!
Chase
'Round, 'round, 'round...
All your life, in circles.
Chasing dreams, thoughts, emotions.
Did you ever think about experience?
'There's truth in every jest.'
He strutted over to me, slammed a six-pack of beer down on the table.
'This is for the man who drinks', he said.
I had to drink it all, didn't he realise that?
Doesn't he know I can never deny them what they expect from me?
I swear and shout at people - 'the whole world fucking hates me!'
And then I laugh, ease it away as they relax, realising I'm joking
I'm not always joking. There's truth in every jest.
Mercutio knew that.
Cadet Blue
I knew a girl once. Not really the prettiest.
She didn't make an effort - didn't see why she should.
Found myself drawn to her anyway.
She was one hell of a bastard, though.
She spoke in cadet blue, or so she told me
Said it was more difficult to hear things when they were in blue
I tried to understand what she meant by that
But she never did let me know
This girl was selfish as well - like most women I knew
Was in her job for the money, for protection
But then they started blackmailing her. She didn't want to kill.
She escaped with a serpent and fled.
Cadet blue. They don't find you when you're blue.
They don't hear your sobbing whispers in the night.
They don't see you, crawling on your belly with the snake.
They don't give a shit when you're dead.
'If a twin loses their twin, do they feel like they're only half of what they were?'
You'd have to ask a twin, maybe.
If you lose your best friend - how's that feel?
I don't remember.
I never had many friends.
'Reality shows are addictive.'
They fed you full of bull - health nuts, the lot of them
They pumped shit music through your brains, computerized crap
They sat you down infront of a TV as an infant and made you watch
You wanted to be just like Them, didn't you?
Minotaurs stalked the labyrinths of your modern world
Told you what to say, how to dress, what to eat
Controlled your every move no matter how much you denied it
And for a while, They won you over.
Bullshit! You're human, you're made to rebel! Fuck God, fuck Jesus - fuck Them!
So when you hit fifteen - wham bam, thankyou ma'am, you shot up like a firework
You travelled decades in a few short weeks, backwards, found out how it used to be
They didn't win at all.
Inure
Natural, ain't it?
Adaptation, maybe.
Evolution.
All that crap.
Harmonize
jingle fuckin' bells
you got a voice like a cat
siamese in heat, wailing
I told you an octave higher!
your voice just breaks
useless.
Natey "Guilt is an illness,
"Guilt is an illness, indulgence is the cure,"
A word: coalesce A phrase:
A phrase: The world is quiet here (by Lemony Snicket)
A topic: Emotion
An animal: Pelican
A verb: To soothe
An adjective: effervescent
A name: Elinor
A question: Why do you think that's true?
A thought: Little bubbles in a bath pop so quickly when they reach the surface.
Uh... Let me see what little
- A child drawing on a frosty window? The sun rising and melting away the image? Fleetingness?
- A weed in garden of perfect flowers?
- An animal: a silent, swift owl?
- A word: Vigilence?
Maybe I can come up with some more later |D
word- Smoke verb-
verb- Chase
phrase- There's truth in every jest.
colour- Cadet blue
animal- Chameleon
question- If a twin loses their twin, do they feel like they're only half of what they were?
thought- Reality shows are addictive.
derp
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Mr.Sanguine word-
word- Inure
verb- Harmonize
phrase- They say fear is a weakness, but it makes you quite charming.
colour- champagne gold
animal- Sparrow
question- Does a mirror have a colour of its own?
thought- I have this dream that I could run always run away.My weapon could be a suitcase.And I would never be the one left behind again.
Aaaah guys I thought the
Eeeee <3 This was exactly what I wanted, thanks bundles c':
8D! These are so pretty so
Can't wait for more! :3
Done with these, ffffft~
Effervescent and 'child
.
Time to play word- desire
word- desire
verb- longing
phrase- to love is to suffer
colour- purple
animal- horse
question- Is loving what is perfect true love or is loving what is imperfect true love?
thought- Often in life, the mistakes is where you find your real self and real life.