[phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 483: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 112: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 112: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead [phpBB Debug] PHP Notice: in file /includes/bbcode.php on line 112: preg_replace(): The /e modifier is no longer supported, use preg_replace_callback instead ¤ milky moon ¤ • View topic - Fan Poetry, Prose and Other Forms of Literature
I am so sweetly torn honey tipped, new cut lawn and it feels divine. We tussle and pine and strip as we pass, but that green grass looks much greener than mine. Your name feels good to say tasting the letters each serving as fetters I am bound for your service and play. We move on waves hips rise together and fall soft as a feather as the tide caves. You the dark stranger mysterious danger that becons your mistress, fall into your arms.
A little cliche!! oh whellllls
And every little gust that chances through Will dance in the dust of me and you
I'd love to share some things, but I've written rather a lot and I'm not really sure what to put up. I guess I'll just share my most recent stuff.
for you
By the time you read this, I will be almost entirely nitrogen and oxygen.
But don't miss me You still have your bamboo wind chimes don't you?
I will graze clouds sweep the dust from city streets gather myself to help great men and windmills
This had to happen to one of us And it was always going to be me When we walked along that cliff I told you (you and your most beautiful and breaking heart) to hold me back I wanted the wind to carry me away
I sat on the roof and the elements teased the skin from my flesh I wish you could have seen my final erosion The swirling patterns my self made Borne on the ghost voices of those who cried out for love
I wanted to slip through air-tides And weave invisible constellations Between you and your moon
Then I expanded Thinning through air Enclosing the sound barrier the jet plane breaks the slipstreams of seabirds
Do you remember that time we walked for hours down the motorway, holding hands and talking? And then we stood on the overpass and the cars beneath us were going almost as fast as the wind above? The desolation of the place was beaten back by the warmth of your hand. Do you remember?
I don't. I can't remember the rain streaking my face like tears or the wind that stole words of love from your throat, because I have not yet turned this particular incident into a villanelle.
You gave me a piggyback all the way up the hill because I hurt my leg, even though I was almost twice your size. All the way you sang me a children's rhyme in your native tongue and I beat out the iambic pentameter on your shaved head. But I don't remember the song. It wasn't in my free verse.
But hey now, don't worry little baby! Look now, as I crush you and your life into polysyllabic echoes of intelligence and thought. Watch the saltwater carve ravines from the corners of my eyes to the chin you used to kiss because I just can't work out whether your smile was bright or brilliant. See me slump, defeated by my memory.
When I came to see you for the last time in that quiet room did I kiss your forehead or your lips? I hope you can remember, because I've tried so hard and I can't. Your skin was cold.
It's okay. I know you'd be watching with your bright, brilliant smile as I try to cope. A single silhouette falling from a grey overpass in brisk wind.
I stopped wrting entirely recently. I have been working on a manifesto, but I am so over it, you know? I went through a phase where I wrote horror-erotica stories like they were going out of style. I have just lost all inspitation. But I will share a poem I wrote about Jo for one of my english classes (like four yars ago)
Joanna
Oh Miss Joanna Newsom Tho\' some say you are quite gruesome Claw endlessly at your harp Never fail to look real sharp!
Of course, I have one aim, the grotesque. If I am not grotesque I am nothing.
Okay well, since I was asked to 'keep them coming' I don't think I could possibly refuse haha I have so much stuff and it's lovely to share.
Perfume
I can’t sleep. Maybe it’s the heat, maybe I can put it all down to my dark dreams and my broken brain. But I’ve never been a very good liar. I know that I’m awake now, at 5am, because you’re sitting in my desk drawer. I don’t want to get up, to get cold, to have you sedate me into sleep again. Not that I really think that you give me sleep. It’s more a period where I don’t have to think or know, only definable as time when I’m not awake.
It seems that I have no options left. I throw off my thick covers and get out of bed. The first light of morning streams through the blinds in my study and bruises my eyes. I open the drawer and pick you up. Your shape has always pleased me. The way the light courts your angles draws my attention to the trivial shapes you bounce across the walls. Refraction is something that I have never felt any need to understand.
When I loosen the stopper I can hear you breathe. The liquid courses around its prison and is re-awakened by the air. You can dream without me. I often think about taking you to bed with me one last time, flooding my sheets with your sickly essence and just lying there. But I am afraid that if I do this you will leave me. Time is passing. It is impatient and I know that we should just get our business over and done with. I bring you up close to me and inhale deeply. My brain bursts through the back of my head. My senseless body is seized and crashes through the window. In freefall I can smell you. I can taste your skin sliding beneath my tongue. I can feel us together, slick and physical. The orange light of day isn’t shut out by my paper-thin curtains. It probes us and makes us glow. I can feel your body and mine.
The bottle is still in my hand. I can taste the dust in the air. I don’t love you because you help me sleep. I love you because when we’re together, I never need to wake up.
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Arc
The night after I slept like lead plummeting through a tattooed dreamscape of trains and teeth and love and geometry chopped up strains of shapes and dreamspeak circled my head like cartoon birds
I woke up as if rising through cobwebs. The day lay cool and crisp to greet me. I ritualistically ran my tongue slick across my gums, counting the ranks.
I choked out a greeting to the bloated face in the mirror. Soon routine would settle over me. I would be swept away by daybreak. So it is there, the pre-day, where I tread lightly and economically. The quieter I am, the less chance the day has of knowing I am ready for it.
The night before I had seen his ghost dragged down with the sun as the road fell away behind
I thought the car had just clipped me but before I knew it I was arcing through the sky, a slow and beautiful rainbow. I separated into not just a spectrum of light but one of matter, my separate elemental ingredients calling out to be returned home to the stars.
As I surrendered myself to the flawless mathematics I was charting in mid-air, I realised that this was what I had been preparing myself for every morning for as long as I could remember. The brief eternity where I was flying, arcing through light at an impossible angle.
The road rose hard to greet me but I slipped beside it, transitioned beyond it, beyond teeth, beyond dreams.
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The Beach
I had been picking my way down the beach for a long time, moving between the dark clumps of glistening seaweed that littered the shore. Every step I watched the white sand rise up and swallow my bare feet before letting them go again as I moved on. I was used to seeing a blurry horizon as the blue sea rose up to meet the blue sky, but here the line was perfectly clear. The sea was a murky green colour that contrasted sharply with the brilliant white of the sky. I searched for the sun but couldn’t see it through the alien clouds, regimented across the sky in white ranks. I stooped to detach some seaweed that had wound itself around my leg; recoiling at first at the foreign texture and the black hollow boils that wounded the plant. The sea’s breath hemmed the shoreline, the waves tiny but perfect, beating a rhythm onto the beach. I didn’t like to look inland, but when I did I was confronted by vast sand dunes with spare reeds dotted up and down them, I couldn’t see anything beyond.
I sat down unceremoniously and stared out at the water, lighting a cigarette to ward off the frustration that I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to be doing here. When the sea lapped at my feet it was cold but not unpleasant, I sat watching it lick the sand from between my toes. I caught sight of a dark object nestling in the curve of a wave not far from me but it soon disappeared in the frothing tide.
When I got up again I saw that whatever it was had been washed up, I was curious to take a closer look. As I drew near it seemed to take the shape of a female body, lying contorted on the shore. Now I could see her hair, matted and tangled up with seaweed. Her inhuman position repulsed me and I leaned down to turn her over, to make her look like she was just asleep. Her body was cold, her skin gritted with sand but I could still see what she looked like. Her skin was dark; she had a strong, arresting face. Her clothes had been shredded by the elements and they clung to her body. I decided I should bury her and began to try and unravel the seaweed from her hair. But when I reached down and brushed my hand past her face, her eyes snapped open. I stood back in wonder as she slowly stretched on the shore and picked herself up, brushing away the sea’s casual jewellery and standing in front of me. She looked at me expectantly and smiled slightly, gesturing to a sandy hill nearby. I followed her as she padded silently across the sand, noticing that it was hardly disturbed beneath her feet. She sat down, I assumed that I should do the same. She then looked at me once more with her dark eyes.
“Who are you?” I asked. It had been so long since I’d spoken that I was at first surprised by the sound of my own voice. She continued to look at me as if amused, then opened her mouth to answer.
“I am a forgotten thing.” Her voice was rich and sounded oddly familiar. I waited for her to elaborate but she just looked out at the sea comfortably.
“Who am I?” I asked. She turned her head towards me. Suddenly she threw her head back and let out a loud roar of laughter. The reaction took me by surprise, I flinched a little which only made her laugh harder.
“Shouldn’t you be able to answer that one yourself?”
“I suppose I should.”
Neither of us spoke for what seemed like a long time. I lit up another cigarette and offered her one which she accepted with a smile. We sat together and drew shapes with our fingers in the sand. I started to warm to her; this quiet, curious thing.
“Alright then, you could at least tell me where we are.”
“Why do you think I have any answers?” She put her hand on my knee. “I’ve just washed up from the sea.”
We finished our cigarettes and buried them together under the sand. Time seemed to pass but the sheer white light of the sky did not fade to darkness. She slipped her fingers between mine and we sat listening to the sea and the wind.
“Are you ready?” She asked me. I did not know how to respond. I looked at her searchingly but found no answers in her eyes.
“Come on,” she said, getting to her feet, “it’s time.”
We walked towards the shoreline hand in hand, stepping just out of synch. As we got to the sea I felt a sense of purpose, forgiven. I went on into its cold, welcoming arms.
I love arc! I like this line: The quieter I am, the less chance the day has of knowing I am ready for it.
Really like your way of writing, not pretentious at all.
I on the other hand am very pretentious another off me head for today, lets see how it goes...
Is it more of a thrill to be next to you, or lie back in your warmth when you are a gone? Push my hips back when you leave imagine you are still under me. I lost my plastic heart for you dropped it in a fluster, just seeing you and thought "ha! sorta makes sense" But it's all just a beautiful lie a fantastic fantasy to help me chase away the loneliness.
The best thing about Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey – if you haven’t yet seen it - comes when our eponymous heroes encounter Death personified - white face, black robes: exactly what we’ve come to expect the Grim Reaper to look like.
Bill S. Preston Esquire and Ted Theodore Logan (I didn't even have to look their names up!) aren't entirely happy about this and convince Death to a game of chess. If Death wins, the pair will be whisked away on a train bound for the other side. If The Wild Stallions win, they get to keep their lives.
The pair goes on to lose their game, but announce that it should be best of three, and as such other games are played in deciding their fate. When they lose the majority of those games, they convince Death that it should be best of five, and so on and so forth.
Among other things, the Grim Reaper plays Battleships, Clue, Electric Football and Twister. I can’t remember the outcome, but the Bill and Ted survived, which either means they eventually won the majority of games or cheated through revealing some sort of loophole in their agreement with Death.
Bill and Ted’s Games with Death is a direct homage to The Seventh Seal, a Swedish film by Ingmar Bergman, in which a knight finds himself on a beach during the crusades. He encounters Death, who agrees to let a game of chess decide the knight’s fate.
The scene in Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey was their homage to Bergman’s 1957 Magnum Opus, and the following is my own.
I really like that, nice use of space and the simple rhyme at the end really works, it's powerful. Also I wanted to say thanks for your comment on my blog it's nice to know people are reading