writing

creative_writ_e @ 2006-11-29T19:08:00

2006-11-30T03:08:20Z

young and cold blooded
tainted with a rigid past
fire of rebellion
printed physicality
number one to love
number one to love

creative_writ_e @ 2006-10-28T17:17:00

2006-10-29T00:35:31Z

what can I do without you to blame?
for all the sadness ressurecting in my life
restless and deprived I have become
searching for an everlasting time
where my bones will fit the mold
finally without a question
and love is simply sold

but time is placid
drowing me in my sleep
when I think of the shifting world
and I sit alone in this silence that haunts me
and I realize you can't be there
to grace a devastating ending
with a thoughtful word
or witty line
what could I ever do without you to blame?

and the shadows are taunting
while the river continues to carry it's course
and the birds yet embrace spring while the glory of love is celebrated in unison
but when the dark emotions are overpowering
I can't find the consolation I need
even in the breath of a song
or art in form of a beautiful face

nothing is returning
everything is moving away
but the centrepoint can no longer bear
the turmoil of a century
wasted away

grind-bitterness
fragments of my heart
in pieces of a melody
I stretch my destiny
alone to be repented
to be observed

by the eyes of an outsider

searching for communal love.

creative_writ_e @ 2006-10-28T17:02:00

2006-10-29T00:15:14Z

resist

in this fall
up and all the way over
up and down
in this fall
you tear this glitch away
breaking this perfect unison
tear your eyes away
breaking this humbling moment

calling this angel and that memory for peace
for this
resist
calling this dream and forsaking this paranoia
for peace
resist

in this walk
on and on and long becoming
seeing this beauty
in this walk
you cast your shadow on the landscape
dreaming of a silent seducer
breaking this humbling moment

calling this angel and that memory for peace
for this
resist
calling this dream and forsaking this paranoia
for peace
resist

creative_writ_e @ 2006-10-17T11:50:00

2006-10-17T19:01:12Z

enclasp the word
within your dominance
for the future is too complicated for chance
and all this wilderness is left to be revealed

in swift steps the love becomes lost
it's beginning to look like the end for me
it' s beginning to look like the end for me now
in small breaths the nearness becomes too much
and then I leave

forsake them all and leave your mark
within this claim
because you have to believe that life is something more
than what the living say

in swift steps the love becomes lost again
it's beginning to look like the end for me
it's beginning to look like the end for all of us
in small breaths the nearness of it all becomes too much
and then I leave

proclaim yourself
fustrate yourself
decrease the sound
forbid this touch and that stare
hold yourself back and this is the way
we're all going down the same road
all going down the same way
in the end

forsake them all and leave your mark
we'r e here to play wisely not safely my dear
because it's all comes down to you and me
sooner or later you have to ask the hard questions
sooner or later

it's all now..sights and sounds
here it is moments and sacrifices
hold it now..beauty and forgiveness
don't contradict
don't break down
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
say it when the wind is unbearable
when the truth is all too clear
I am nothing without myself
I am nothing without myself
I am nothing without you.

creative_writ_e @ 2006-09-29T17:38:00

2006-09-30T00:49:38Z

it takes time to grow
to realize who you need to be
it takes money and a whole lot of vanity
it takes love in unrequited amounts
it takes forever and more
to erase the silence
poem to a fading star
you can say just what it needs to hear
far far away and o

creative_writ_e @ 2006-08-30T18:45:00

2006-08-31T01:47:44Z

I think this is where it first starts. Or maybe just not quite yet or maybe it's already happened or maybe I'm not as smart as I thought I was

creative_writ_e @ 2006-08-23T18:11:00

2006-08-24T01:15:20Z

half the wait is over
if the water is half drunk
please is not the last phase
yesterday was an unhealthy escapade
clean is the rainbow on the otherside
my fingers are crossing over

half the time is running
the best part of song is over
the doctor is unsatisfied
blood is lost and forever gone
life is an imaginary mess

take the advice of someoneone who knows
take the yearing from someone who cares
bring back the humour from the beginning
empty is an understood word

creative_writ_e @ 2006-05-15T15:15:00

2006-05-15T22:51:17Z

i am poisoned

i am poisoned
far beyond the knowledge of these silent woods
far from the cry of the civilized
ocean to dust
i travel
land upon alien city
i remain outnumbered
in my silent observation
of the world

i am poisoned
by the lies within my burning frame
and the bloodless surge of gravity
grass to badland
i wander
disguising fear with ignorance
i look down on others
in a race for survival

i am poisoned
for the lack of life
flowing through my veins
an icy belief had led me here
from heaven's kiss to slow acidic burn
i melt
into weakness
i give up too easily
i overlook my strength
for the stretch of retribution

i am posioned
by the knowledge of love
and the utter perfection of the human body
from beauty to perception
dusk to black
i fall under the spell of humanity
and see it all for what it never will be
in the hearbeat of a dream.

creative_writ_e @ 2006-05-15T14:24:00

2006-05-15T22:01:36Z

what a strange suggestion to slip from under a pretty girl's lips they exclaim in horror and what a strangled sound it seems to make falling of her acidic tongue entangled with the pitfall of greed a tumour entrenched within a darkened sky mirrors the expression on her face and language dictates the rest.. o rest immovable thoughts of reslessness and bring my heart to it's final peace where i wish to lay to become renamed i beg to be guaranteed this peace and so i ask myself when my emotions run dry where has my body drifted to? where do my empty thoughts reside? i must admit i hate the world more than i had ever imagined i envy all the things i am deprived i want them more that i had grieved before and this greed brings me such strange fascination so ive learned that obsession is a like a poisoned flower when nuturted against it's will it grows into something more powerful that itself it becomes a weapon of destruction in it's entirety...but it cannot be helped it flourishes beauitfully and unaturally and draws a sea of eyes into it's breeding grounds the tapestry is so fragile the pieces are worn out and the remains of her smile are fading i am hungry for the truth about my condition about my beliefs and the worst suspicion of them all will this gift of satisfaction indeed satisfy me will this make me happy or will it propel itself into another form another body for that is hard to believe at this point is stifling and overpowering and reduces other tragedy to a single tear easily brushed aside ive become somewhat of a demon sometimes i hardly recognize myself. i hope this mean there is something seriously wrong with my mirror.

creative_writ_e @ 2006-05-11T16:02:00

2006-05-11T23:11:56Z

i lifted my pen
i drew in the world
sad and sickening to the touch
i felt the scratching of ink on paper
the painful secretion of too many words
bursting for air
screaming for an audience
but nobody came and sat and listened
they all gave me nothing to imagine
nothing to dream and figure out
everyone just went on with their lives
choosing to ignore time
but sometimes i wonder
if it is even possible to pretend
is it worth pretending?
with every day going by
that we're getting any younger
that we're not learning any less
that our mistakes are still forgiven
as well as they were used to
somtimes i like to think
im the only person who thinks about these kinds of things
im the only one with the trace of a conscience on their back
im the only one who's seen such bitterness and had to learn to put it all aside like it didn't count for anything.
i must have been the only one who has really lived the dirty life
and nobody could guess the whole time

creative_writ_e @ 2006-04-12T17:50:00

2006-04-13T00:59:02Z

sweet condensation
build up your senses on
the colour of his eyes
the lilt to his voice
you never noticed before
you need not be ashamed
or jump to hide your face
what are you so afraid of
this is something
you should take in
into your body
into your skin

wasn't it a tree that shot up yesterday
you never realized the gleam beneath the branches
was there all along
now come on ...
whisper mediative freedom
in my ear
as i try to find it in me
to let go of my past
reluctlances
because i think i care for you
and this would scare you
if you knew
because you'd never know
how very different i am
beyond the simple everyday gestures
this is the classic kind of unrequited love
that never ends with a satisifed smile
im not trying to be poetic or far gone
i am simply writing all the wayward feelings
that come to my mind
if you only knew what this was like

creative_writ_e @ 2006-04-11T16:51:00

2006-04-12T00:32:33Z

i feel like rambling .....also my grammar is bad..

i think im in love with writing dot dot dot...

just a word of advice
before you grow up and die
don' t be alarmed by the inevitability
of time

don't worry...however, everyone is...a little
this is human nature.
see..you've just learned something new
your getting smarter already!

well..anyways..if this sounds a little discouraging
..it's supposed to be
infact 85% of the time
life is a little bit like that
but here we all are...
big blobs of tempestuous matter
bruised and confused
by
big words like that.

waking up every morning
to hear a parade of mothers
and dissapointed lovers
critize..
"and i thought you were better than that!"

blending in with the surrealism
living outwards
why? why?because you told me life is short and im only trying to enjoy myself
dammit! that's why!
and so you scream every single word that escapes from your mouth
because you are only trying to make use of all the functioning organs in your body before
you melt into a drop of tequilla......just like that.

but of course...everyone goes through rough times..sigh
aka. dopeassbitchinmutherfuckinshit!
and yet...
if you are perhaps standing remotely still trying to digest what mystic truths these words might hold...
you have made it through the first round....
so congratulations..assuming you are not at the moment ...

1.)perched on a hospital bed. reading porn
2.)sitting in an insane asylum..muttering..."bitches"
3.)using an electric wheelchair for no reason
4.)over the age of 40 and living/sleeping with your mother
5.)on my death lise
6.)Vince Vaughn

you are the winner
of my invisible handshake
CONSIDER YOURSELF ENLIGHTENED!

creative_writ_e @ 2006-03-17T05:17:00

2006-03-17T13:14:09Z

i wrote a haiku. just for you. and a dog named boo. who lives in a zoo.

it's st patrick's day today
time for alcoholics to
pretend they're irish

creative writing assignment:travel

2006-03-17T02:22:45Z

without the obstacle of time...this apparition would be the last word..

GAZING.. over the front porch ..
below the south nahinna. glistens and roars with nature's ecstatic breath
to the west .a raven cries. .signifying the falling of the day..
the clouds sigh, part ..step into the night's embrace
now...the landscape has been broken..
eternity stands frozen to the spot
the beauty of this land has forgotten it's true colours
the earth is but .. a fading dream..
to be held tightly within the torch....held and comforted ..on it's journey towards the other side of tomorrow..

ENTRANCED ..by the swift movement of the northern winds
ahead...a faint light. .swirls..and points the restless back to slumber
secure and familiarized the lighthouse blurrs..there lies .a sign..of life instilled over the grandest expanse of ancestral birch and atlas cedar..
held together and apart ...breathless against a sea of twilight

where the seductive allure of the resting body.lies .perfectly formed.aligned for the impatient dawn to see...
a twitch and wither off the bedstand..the scratching of the hour.returns..but yet the mind is at ease..once again
detached by the virginity of the beaded constellation
the tired heart resides..

creative_writ_e @ 2006-03-16T12:36:00

2006-03-16T20:37:06Z

flora is the kind of woman who wears an armour of concealed venom that twists her vision..
as she twists her words upon her well-seeded table and rings the dinner bell..
there she provides the allowance and paints a smile..
as she holds her tongue and watches the untamed beast rage..beneath virgin flesh
and slowly she discovers the significance of heartless love
or undried love..some might say worn and battered love
the kind of love that blooms profoundly for a ..spell
and ..when abused and pushed aside..
withers away like dried bones eventually fade to discernible.. ashes.
like crows rejoicing a devilish hymn..while yet on the other side of the dreamscape....
the creatures of the light..serenade themselves to life..

creative_writ_e @ 2006-03-15T18:37:00

2006-03-16T02:37:17Z

now we're just two innocent girls. that's the important moral of the story that follows. you see... what happened on thursday, march 16th, uh, 2006, was a combination of bad luck and coincidence along with a fueled up.. umm.. urge to strangle and torture a particular subject we don't discuss... we don't like to discuss his name.

but... don't say we didn't warn you. ok, clearing throat.

ok. umm.. we started off innocently... no, it started off as a casual, a casual fling. you see, he... was supposed to be my friend with benefits. until i found out about ashley... i hope she doesn't read this. little bitch. she made him betray his little bones. she... attacked him from the back. and made him eat himself. in other words, he began to lose weight. actually, this sounds kind of... let's read it so far. no maria don't... it's okay... so he... so he became a slave... to the evil... the beautiful and merciless... sun. not. umm... umm... don't know. don't know, she's just weird. she's hard to figure out. damn virgo. anyways...

he developed an infatuation for her beatings. and as you can guess. his little bones shrank even more. until he became nothing more then skin and hair. so. how can we beat him up if he's so little though? so... and helpless - and helpless! how could we hang him... how could we h- on. how could we strap him to the ground. on a bed of oak. tie butterflies to his face. and attach him to a boomerang. which by the way we stole from a sporting goods store. anyways. he was lying there. it was so sad. now i feel like crying. damn maria, i want to cry. it would be so wrong. pause. wrong. i want to feel his little bones in hands again. i want to hear him scream and try to run away before tripping. before tripping on his own - on his trendy little skate shoes... and gagging. a lollipop. no.

yeah maria, how could we have... how could we have dragged him down that hill? in a garbage bag? with no air vents. double wrapped. in ceramic paper. and sealed. in triple triple glue. yeah maria, it was all your fault. you wanted revenge. for your lust - eww! just because he forgot about you. and tickled ashley instead. but that's no reason for you to hit him in the head. 48 times. i admit, i had feelings for him at a time. he seemed attractive in only the way a rat does, when he's done up nicely. i admit, i have a fondness for rats. and rat like dogs. that yelp and squeal when you step on their tails. and i stepped on his tail all right. and rolled him into the river where... into the open marina. his body now lies. and to think and to think he never saw it coming when we came up behind him to smack him on the head with a piece of bark... but the toughest part was putting his large head into the bag. the garbage bag. without disrupting the pidgeons.

THE END.

nalini's drug induced haze on the moon (as transcribed by me)

2006-03-16T02:12:40Z

i was walking home last night from somewhere. um...i happened to glimpse over a hot... uh... miniature... hut... encapsulated by the moonlight. i felt a d- i felt a distinctive chill in my bones. and somewhere from... and i... hmmm... and somewhere i... and then you certain... that... i... was destined... to... sniff... dried flowers. dandelions. on a subway. and then... flying away on a spaceship. to... cumin seed land. to... loon and mingle with... with um... flowers, the children of the earth. i like it it's organic. no mariaaa, stop it, stop toying with my poor bones!! i am not... a ginger root. i am a little ginseng man. smoking a doobie.. on the- on the corner of- i didn't say it twice! no - i- i didn't. noo, hey, no. the man's looking at us funny. i can see his... big blue pimples... no! i didn't say that. i don't know where this stuff's coming from! must be those things you smoked up last night. yup, i saw you. i peered at ya perched on the roof of the library with spongebob squarepants. binoculars. before i fell off and broke my head- broke my heart - my heart! and made love to the ground. and gave birth to iguanas, white and fluffy iguanas. and drifted off to the moon. where i am now. writing this letter to you. letting you know i'm ok. just far away. i can see you now. look up! towards the stars! there! that's me! sitting on the moon, painting it blue. no you're not on drugs. i am! no no, never mind. i didn't say that. i didn't say that maria, i didn't say that maria, stop it stop it stop it, bee hives bee hives are cool in my mind. bee hives and fudge. i'm painting the moon with bee hives and fudge. no i'm kidding, don't write that. i have a stone in my (mumbling). the end.

creative_writ_e @ 2006-03-15T17:05:00

2006-03-16T01:09:30Z

i love you kai you are my cosmic bliss i like the way your soft hair falls like leaves down a drainpipe in stormy weather you remind me of my mother's rainbow alligator dress she wears when she wants to be touched soundlessly patted on the head with a feather so kinky

love ashley she is the big bright yellow sun overcast by dark angry clouds who want to saturate her with their gloomy hues

creative_writ_e @ 2006-03-13T17:07:00

2006-03-14T01:07:14Z

d'ya ever wonder why it is so hard to customize a journal