Prose, Poetry and Short Stories

doh

Sat, 30 Apr 2005 21:44:50 GMT

My computer is showing it's age. But it still took something like LightWave to do it.

Barefoot Cafe

Mon, 25 Apr 2005 04:43:10 GMT

It's the place to be, now.

Les Alps

Sat, 12 Feb 2005 11:09:28 GMT

Me, surrounded by people who don't (or wont) speak english. But who cares, I'll be on a snowboard.

YAY

Tue, 09 Nov 2004 01:22:05 GMT

"Nothing is the way it appears to be."

Shrinks

Mon, 23 Aug 2004 07:06:49 GMT

If psychiatrists are supposed to peel away the layers of our psyche... wont we disappear after the last layer is shed and tossed away??

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no posting

Mon, 23 Aug 2004 07:02:15 GMT

HI...
I should astart making posts, huh. I haven't felt subtle for a while... and my posts DO have SOME bearing on my life. Abstract though it may be.. the tie is there. But, hell, I can't be plain and straight forward. It's just unlike me. My dad always said it was like pulling teeth getting direct information out of me. I think abstract.. that's one of the troubles.

I did have an idea for a short story scene... stream of consciousness... shoot, what are they called?? Little scenes that are too small and too incomplete to be a short story, but can still stand on their own?? Anyway, I have an idea for one.. but I'l need someone too look it over and tell me if it's worth it.

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Night

Frozen

Fri, 28 May 2004 10:01:05 GMT

Frozen...

Caught in headlights. I stare, longing to see. A flurry of light, growing.
Where is it coming from? I do not know.

Frozen...

Light fills my world. I can't look away, though I try. I gaze in wonder and fear.
What does it want? I do not know.

Frozen...

I feel it upon me, fingers reaching out to nab me. Time is gone.
When will it be over? I do not know.

Frozen...

Screeches and screams echo in my head. Is it here? From every vector sounds strike at me and I can not stand.
How can it be? I do not know.

Frozen...

Who is doing this? I do not know.
I dare to glimpse at the abysmal light, the painful rapture of light. Who has come so violent and abrupt? I look and see.
It is me, and I know.

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Wed, 19 May 2004 19:28:53 GMT

Just Following orders.

I ask anyone and everyone who reads this to post in here something they would LIKE to do with me SOMEDAY.
Then post this in your journal to find out what I want to do with you.

prose - "Sharing"

Wed, 19 May 2004 07:56:33 GMT

"We're almost there." Duny was bouncier than typical. He sprung from rock to rock, anxious to reach the peak of their climb.

"Well, wait up. Fuck." Ged clambered after Duny. Duny took a seat on a large, granite boulder. He sat with his legs pulled in so his chin could rest on his knees. He wrapped his arms around his legs and waited for Ged to catch up.

"About time." Duny called out to the scuffling sound behind him.

"Gimmie a break." Ged took a couple of deep breaths before he continued. "I'm not used to this like you are. You move like you were born here. You look so... " He looked pensive searching his mind for the right word, "Natural. You belong here." He looked at Duny with an odd sense of awe, and then with want. He watched Duny's wavy black hair shifting in the chaotic mountain winds which comes in bursts from any direction.

"Shut up and look." Duny reached out and grabbed the pant leg of Ged's jerkin. He tugged and pulled Ged close. Ged collapsed into Duny, partly because the canyon they over looked made him dizzy and partly because he wanted to nestle Duny. Beyond the crest of their mountain peak and just above the wide canyon floor a pair of dragons flew; they dipped and dove and circled each other in a playful courtship. Duny snuggled Ged from behind. Ged reclined on Duny's chest and they sat, marveling over the pair of dragons dancing and playing with each other in mid air. The wing beats were loud, despite the mile or so distance. Duny whispered in Ged's ear, "They are both males." Ged smiled.

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I'll continue along at next posting. Night.

ok

Sat, 15 May 2004 10:55:33 GMT

I'm too tired to compose something. SHit,. okay... I'll do some pretend haiku things.

In a gust of wind the white dew
On the Autumn grass
Scatters like a broken necklace

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Although I hide it
My love shows in my face
So plainly that he asks
Are you thinking of something?

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This morning I will not
Comb my hair. It has lain
Pillowed on the hand of my lover

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Have you any idea
How long a night can last, spent
Lying alone and sobbing?

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dammit dammit... Now I need to go running to clear my head. I'll sprinkle you all with faery dust, then maybe some of you will be able to fly in your sleep.

The First Post

Fri, 14 May 2004 09:05:11 GMT

Okay, I did it. I got on Live Journal. I caved. I gave in. I jumped off the friggin' bridge. What I'm going to DO with it is another matter. It'll be an ever evolving work in progress. But I do know it'll always be centered around art and writing. Each new post will start as a blank canvas for me to fill with visions and emotions, with thoughts and dreams perfectly sculpted; but not so perfect to where there is no character.

Aw.. the first post. Here goes, maiden LJ composition.

A high pitched whine of blue and red escaped from the T.V. and cast itself upon the couch, spilling onto the floor along the way. The room was dark but for the illuminated edges and contours of chairs and cabinets and tables. No one was watching the T.V., it was there mostly for warmth and noise. Those that lived in this space lived in sullenness and listlessness. Energy wafted past their living space for other places; places of thoughts and dreams; places of hope and youthful foolishness; places of power and love, for they were the same and drew more energy than all others. But here there was only the faint flitting light from
the ignored T.V. set.

It is said wizards walk among us, but are never quite seen. They are like that little patch of light you see in a dark room out of the corner of your eye. When you try to look directly at the patch, it vanishes. So you may catch a glimpse of one from the corner of your eye, but when you turn you see nothing.

Seeing the clot in the flows of energy and life, one such Wizard came to this sullen place to cast a spell. The spell brought forth a brilliant blue light that drowned the T.V. and brought life and color to the far reaches of this abode. Those that lived there coward and covered their pained eyes from the engulfing light.

"Do not be afraid," they heard whispered, like the soft hum of a moth, into their ears, "I bring you the beauty of chaos. Embrace it. It is life." The blue flame remained, stirring mischief and whimsy and casting smiles and tears. They danced and played with the flame and took in all the changes and confusion that went with it. One among them fell in love.