No Words Are Needed
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
A Blind Man With Tape...
Limerick --
There once was a blind man with tape
Securing a gift sans mistake
Two carets of rock
A Tiffany Box
She better say yes for God's sake
There once was a blind man with tape
Securing a gift sans mistake
Two carets of rock
A Tiffany Box
She better say yes for God's sake
Stain
A challenge about 'lipstick'
The evidence of such was entirely in vain
To clear up confusion of a mysterious stain
The Private Eye would guess
That I would not confess
To such grievances pointed at me of unjust blame
The evidence of such was entirely in vain
To clear up confusion of a mysterious stain
The Private Eye would guess
That I would not confess
To such grievances pointed at me of unjust blame
Sugar
A friend and I do various writing challenges/exercises. This one is about how pain can be good.
In more recent days the aimless thought of death manifested itself into something more concrete. How to combat it! Would it matter, really, in the end? Boyfriend, gone. Parents, clueless. Teachers, dumb.
Numbness equaled calmness inside the mind, quelling the anguished screams echoing around corners. It slapped her harshly, the thought of allowing expiration to consume her. Defeat, humiliation, and shame crumbled her being into worthless dust crusted around the jagged edges of sanity.
It must end, this pain. Each minute that passed etched cracks within her heart of excruciating, deafening silence so loud she could taste it. Release! Digging, clawing, frantic searching reduced her into a simpleton, not worthy of notice. There, among her pathetic stuffed animals, it laid. The razor. Just one more slice. Little nick, enough to release her demons. Fresh skin, inside her thigh, beside new and older lines. Pressed.
Calming numbness poured out. Leaning back she let the euphoria consume her body, vibrating from within. Inner pain dissolved into warmth, like sugar, and it was good.
In more recent days the aimless thought of death manifested itself into something more concrete. How to combat it! Would it matter, really, in the end? Boyfriend, gone. Parents, clueless. Teachers, dumb.
Numbness equaled calmness inside the mind, quelling the anguished screams echoing around corners. It slapped her harshly, the thought of allowing expiration to consume her. Defeat, humiliation, and shame crumbled her being into worthless dust crusted around the jagged edges of sanity.
It must end, this pain. Each minute that passed etched cracks within her heart of excruciating, deafening silence so loud she could taste it. Release! Digging, clawing, frantic searching reduced her into a simpleton, not worthy of notice. There, among her pathetic stuffed animals, it laid. The razor. Just one more slice. Little nick, enough to release her demons. Fresh skin, inside her thigh, beside new and older lines. Pressed.
Calming numbness poured out. Leaning back she let the euphoria consume her body, vibrating from within. Inner pain dissolved into warmth, like sugar, and it was good.
The Ocean and the Wind
OCEAN
The sun greets us, warms us, smiles upon our old souls. You cause waves to crash upon my sun-kissed surface; ripples of my bubbly laughter float up and are carried to you by the caterwauling seagulls. It is my love for you, for our togetherness, that strengthens me, and breaks my heart each day of our existence. You see, I cannot truly touch you or feel you or hold you, and yet, you are above me and will surround me for all of our past, present, and future. I could survive without you, but my watery wold would be a most lonely plane.
WIND
You are a tempest, my dear, ruled by emotions. I hear your cries, your pleas, and I cannot answer in gentle manners. I create the fiercest storms to prove my love to you and I know it will never be enough to dry your tears, caress your cheek, kiss your mouth. I send the seagulls my song to you and I hear your long breath of sighs. I long for the day our separation is over so that I may join you in the afterlife.
The sun greets us, warms us, smiles upon our old souls. You cause waves to crash upon my sun-kissed surface; ripples of my bubbly laughter float up and are carried to you by the caterwauling seagulls. It is my love for you, for our togetherness, that strengthens me, and breaks my heart each day of our existence. You see, I cannot truly touch you or feel you or hold you, and yet, you are above me and will surround me for all of our past, present, and future. I could survive without you, but my watery wold would be a most lonely plane.
WIND
You are a tempest, my dear, ruled by emotions. I hear your cries, your pleas, and I cannot answer in gentle manners. I create the fiercest storms to prove my love to you and I know it will never be enough to dry your tears, caress your cheek, kiss your mouth. I send the seagulls my song to you and I hear your long breath of sighs. I long for the day our separation is over so that I may join you in the afterlife.
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