Coils of wires collect dust beneath the desk
A film noir of connecting cables thick with electricity,
Filling the room with the stench of molten plastic,
Inverted nooses fastened around the idle ankles
Of the disenchanted who take to the faux leather hot seat.
Blaring screens suckle energy through the umbilical wires,
Throbbing with blue light and static clicks of mechanical parts;
A lullaby for the masses, a demanding mistress for others.
A disorienting array of flashing nodes and spectral lights,
of serial codes and encrypted programs
Hypnotise and seduce the eyes, bringing a calamity of migraines,
Lost tempers, bursting temples and ins
Disarticulated, the Professor’s prized Angler,
With its bone jaw wired open in anticipation
And hollowed stare, sits in its waterless coffin
As an indispensable specimen, a trophy to one man’s prestige,
Honouring the bearer of the plaque.
Others, mounted by men of science in pursuit of knowledge and preservation
Great bone white mammals forced to stand without muscle or flesh
The circumstances of their death unknown
Pieced together like calcium puppets in a circus ran by academics.
Out of the car and onto the street,
Past communal bins and signs reading ‘No fly tipping’
Youths litter the skate ramp, swarm-like
Clicking tongues like insects jeering, the clip of wheels against metal
Of some whirling boy in mid-flight. Arms of wax, Icarus, he falls
From the sky like a stone as flesh and bone hits corrugated steel
And I wonder;
Where all the birds have gone.
The old, abandoned aviary, plastered fence of white and copper rust,
wire mesh of geometric shapes, inside
decaying plants and torn newspaper bedding, headlines just visible,
With no birds inside.
No sense of migration, no going south to a new haven
A pa
What do you take me for?
I see the string of lies
Hooked around your rotting tooth waiting to be extracted,
Infected by the blackened leer now waiting for me,
Hoping I’ll bite so that you can reel me in,
Catch me, see my insides, my emotions fly.
One swing and I’m there in your net gasping for air.
Slowly suffocating even though
There is plenty to be had but you won’t share.
Instead, you poison my lungs, dry them out, subject them to your filth.
The truth is, I won’t bite.
The bait you use to lure me far from tantalising,
Like some contorted leach writhing at the end of a rusty misshapen hook.
I am not the past-sp
What is sleep?
Does the body cease to function
To allow the mind free reign?
Do we travel to another world
No longer bound to a physical cage,
Running through a cosmic door
Which can only be accessed once
'Sleep' has been obtained?
Do we exist outside of these shifting images?
Since they are so easy to forget
Are we also just as transient, as insignificant,
Only able to live for the briefest of ethemeral moments?
What is sleep?
When we dream are we living,
In the 'awakened space' perceived only by our deceitful eyes
Are we already dead?
When are we alive?
Do we only live in the minds of those
Who have yet to reach the state of
Self-
Time Won't Wait But We Will by Rua-Vasilis, literature
Literature
Time Won't Wait But We Will
Our beginnings were humble,
Yet here we stand at the world’s end
With uncertain hearts still longing
For those fleeting, languid moments of peace
Where our eyes could search the iridescent memories
Hidden in the folds of our saddened smiles,
Breathe in the sweetness of our laughter,
And hold the light of our dreams like fallen stars
Close to weathered, refined hearts
Now scared with tender, moonlit whispers.
This new axis on which we live,
It will not last forever.
Hell comes swiftly burning,
The flames lapping at my soul.
Too eager to punish,
For the lives that I stole.
Stand before me as judgment,
The gates of Death you are,
Sword ready to strike me down,
The brightest shining star.
What do those god-judging eyes
Wish to find within,
What could you ever hope to find,
When all you see is sin?
Who resides in the light of man
While I am cast in shadow?
Murders, thieves, and cheats
Who bask in that undeserved glow.
Do not look down upon me
From your paladin pedestal;
I am not some wretched fool,
Or the common criminal;
My hands were forever tied,
They knew not of any choice.
This world brews evil
And
I don’t believe we’ve ever met,
No bells are being rung.
You say you saw me last,
That my name is on your tongue
I’m afraid you do not know me,
No matter how you may insist.
Our paths have never crossed,
The memories don’t exist
You have seen my face before?
Well then, that must be a lie.
‘How can that be so
When the truth is in the eye?’
Perhaps you saw me, Sunday,
When my smiles were few and far?
Today is just a different mask
Part of my facial repertoire.
You knew the days before
They were both true and false
Yester-face is now redundant;
Too cold and full of faults.
I don’t believe we have ev
Consciously I am thinking about the weather
The insistent downpour over my head.
How I wished I had brought my umbrella
To protect my freezing spine
As each spitting dagger hits my already numb face
Wetting me to the bone until even my skin
Hangs from my frame
Flaccid with acid rain.
But subconsciously
I am thinking of you.
How your hand would hold mine,
Never too tightly, with fingers intertwined.
Idly letting me steal the warmth
You so charitably gave away
Like daffodil smiles.
From afar the mountains appeared like nothing more than snow-capped ant hills boarding the horizon, stretching from America’s northern coast to the south however, as the magnitude of their natural reverence came into perspective it was impossible to wonder what creatures burrowed and thrived in the shadowed crevices of its elongated face. It was as if the entire world could be condensed into one mountain range; at the foot of the central reach, where it was supposedly warmer, emerald hills and forests emerged. Each blade of grass bending lightly against an affectionate breeze as it travelled towards the lake which had formed between the
Coils of wires collect dust beneath the desk
A film noir of connecting cables thick with electricity,
Filling the room with the stench of molten plastic,
Inverted nooses fastened around the idle ankles
Of the disenchanted who take to the faux leather hot seat.
Blaring screens suckle energy through the umbilical wires,
Throbbing with blue light and static clicks of mechanical parts;
A lullaby for the masses, a demanding mistress for others.
A disorienting array of flashing nodes and spectral lights,
of serial codes and encrypted programs
Hypnotise and seduce the eyes, bringing a calamity of migraines,
Lost tempers, bursting temples and ins
Disarticulated, the Professor’s prized Angler,
With its bone jaw wired open in anticipation
And hollowed stare, sits in its waterless coffin
As an indispensable specimen, a trophy to one man’s prestige,
Honouring the bearer of the plaque.
Others, mounted by men of science in pursuit of knowledge and preservation
Great bone white mammals forced to stand without muscle or flesh
The circumstances of their death unknown
Pieced together like calcium puppets in a circus ran by academics.
Out of the car and onto the street,
Past communal bins and signs reading ‘No fly tipping’
Youths litter the skate ramp, swarm-like
Clicking tongues like insects jeering, the clip of wheels against metal
Of some whirling boy in mid-flight. Arms of wax, Icarus, he falls
From the sky like a stone as flesh and bone hits corrugated steel
And I wonder;
Where all the birds have gone.
The old, abandoned aviary, plastered fence of white and copper rust,
wire mesh of geometric shapes, inside
decaying plants and torn newspaper bedding, headlines just visible,
With no birds inside.
No sense of migration, no going south to a new haven
A pa
What do you take me for?
I see the string of lies
Hooked around your rotting tooth waiting to be extracted,
Infected by the blackened leer now waiting for me,
Hoping I’ll bite so that you can reel me in,
Catch me, see my insides, my emotions fly.
One swing and I’m there in your net gasping for air.
Slowly suffocating even though
There is plenty to be had but you won’t share.
Instead, you poison my lungs, dry them out, subject them to your filth.
The truth is, I won’t bite.
The bait you use to lure me far from tantalising,
Like some contorted leach writhing at the end of a rusty misshapen hook.
I am not the past-sp
What is sleep?
Does the body cease to function
To allow the mind free reign?
Do we travel to another world
No longer bound to a physical cage,
Running through a cosmic door
Which can only be accessed once
'Sleep' has been obtained?
Do we exist outside of these shifting images?
Since they are so easy to forget
Are we also just as transient, as insignificant,
Only able to live for the briefest of ethemeral moments?
What is sleep?
When we dream are we living,
In the 'awakened space' perceived only by our deceitful eyes
Are we already dead?
When are we alive?
Do we only live in the minds of those
Who have yet to reach the state of
Self-
Time Won't Wait But We Will by Rua-Vasilis, literature
Literature
Time Won't Wait But We Will
Our beginnings were humble,
Yet here we stand at the world’s end
With uncertain hearts still longing
For those fleeting, languid moments of peace
Where our eyes could search the iridescent memories
Hidden in the folds of our saddened smiles,
Breathe in the sweetness of our laughter,
And hold the light of our dreams like fallen stars
Close to weathered, refined hearts
Now scared with tender, moonlit whispers.
This new axis on which we live,
It will not last forever.
Hell comes swiftly burning,
The flames lapping at my soul.
Too eager to punish,
For the lives that I stole.
Stand before me as judgment,
The gates of Death you are,
Sword ready to strike me down,
The brightest shining star.
What do those god-judging eyes
Wish to find within,
What could you ever hope to find,
When all you see is sin?
Who resides in the light of man
While I am cast in shadow?
Murders, thieves, and cheats
Who bask in that undeserved glow.
Do not look down upon me
From your paladin pedestal;
I am not some wretched fool,
Or the common criminal;
My hands were forever tied,
They knew not of any choice.
This world brews evil
And
I don’t believe we’ve ever met,
No bells are being rung.
You say you saw me last,
That my name is on your tongue
I’m afraid you do not know me,
No matter how you may insist.
Our paths have never crossed,
The memories don’t exist
You have seen my face before?
Well then, that must be a lie.
‘How can that be so
When the truth is in the eye?’
Perhaps you saw me, Sunday,
When my smiles were few and far?
Today is just a different mask
Part of my facial repertoire.
You knew the days before
They were both true and false
Yester-face is now redundant;
Too cold and full of faults.
I don’t believe we have ev
Consciously I am thinking about the weather
The insistent downpour over my head.
How I wished I had brought my umbrella
To protect my freezing spine
As each spitting dagger hits my already numb face
Wetting me to the bone until even my skin
Hangs from my frame
Flaccid with acid rain.
But subconsciously
I am thinking of you.
How your hand would hold mine,
Never too tightly, with fingers intertwined.
Idly letting me steal the warmth
You so charitably gave away
Like daffodil smiles.
From afar the mountains appeared like nothing more than snow-capped ant hills boarding the horizon, stretching from America’s northern coast to the south however, as the magnitude of their natural reverence came into perspective it was impossible to wonder what creatures burrowed and thrived in the shadowed crevices of its elongated face. It was as if the entire world could be condensed into one mountain range; at the foot of the central reach, where it was supposedly warmer, emerald hills and forests emerged. Each blade of grass bending lightly against an affectionate breeze as it travelled towards the lake which had formed between the
Hangnail, hangnail,
Thorn in my hand,
What glory shall ye yield?
Thorns in the side gain biblical verses,
Or are necessary evils of roses beloved.
Sand grains in oyster shells become pearls,
Rough turned into diamond,
Bane into beauty.
But what of you, oh blessing of stepmothers?
Some fairy tale of plaguing those toiling stepdaughters,
Insult to injury?
Or perhaps some lore bespeaking the mothers-die of the lace of queens,
Or the fathers-die of black widows…
But in the end, it shall matter not.
For to me, ye shall yield nothing
But voicelessness in the jaws of clippers.
People say my head is in the clouds. But I say to them, it’s in a swarm of bees.
I live up to my name, it seems. My head is a hive swarming and buzzing with ideas, larvae squirming within honeycombs to break out of royal, cerebral honey.
Prose or poetry?
Prose. So many pages, so many possibilities.
Poems. Short and sweet.
And so on and so on. Some days, it is simply bombination, a din in my head that settles to a droning white noise. Other days, the larvae metamorphose, sting and poke and prod me, run me through like some living pincushion.
Am I the queen of such a hive? Am I the beekeeper? Or am I both?
Will I ever find out? Do
Love is a mysterious thing; an undefinable, unquantifiable enigma, that could parade in plain sight and yet remain as elusive and unfathomable as the deepest of life’s unanswerable questions.
Or at least, that’s how it felt to her.
It seemed like all around her people were pairing off. Strangers reached out a hand and clasped one another, a connection made. Acquaintances altered their course, diverting so as to intercept and intermingle. The hugs of friends softened and slowed, feelings intensifying, intertwining limbs lingering tenderly…
Yet she remained an island.
She didn’t know what was wrong with her, if there
I. A Beautiful Friendship? by UberChimerism, literature
Literature
I. A Beautiful Friendship?
Leitmotif: “Carmen Suite #2: Habañera” — Trainspotting Soundtrack
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The summer break for Academy grads had finally ended and after photos and registration, it was time for those same alumni to be placed into three-man teams under the tutelage of a Jōnin sensei. With such placement, it was crucial that not only could the sensei in question trust the Genin to follow his instruction and learn the shinobi arts, but that said Genin could trust and be trusted by his peers.
Why that didn’t hit him until just then, Naruto didn’t know, though it did explain Ol’ Chief’s admission that he’d
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So this will hopefully be happening every Friday from now on (but just for today I'll be posting it on a Thursday because tomorrow, when it is actually Friday, I shall be very busy)! Yay! And there is no better way to start than with this particular artist.
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It's been almost a year now since I was last active, so it feels a little strange coming back. To all of you who I've replied to or messages, I hope you are all well and I'm sorry it took me so long to respond. I needed a break away from D...
Hello everyone, I'm back. Hopefully I will be more active, though my primary reason for returning is to continue with the Appreciation Posts! Expect them to resume once I have caught up with everyone's work! It will continue again every Wednesday wit...
I was so glad to read your comments on the first three chapters of True Tale I hope you'll check out the fourth chapter, as well as my other galleries ^^
Hello! Goodness it has been so long since I was here, I am so sorry for the late reply! It's been almost if not two years since I last spoke with you! If I haven't already, then of course I will check your fourth chapter! There is so much I need to catch up with, and your work is definitely on the top of my to-read list! I hope life is treating you well!