my lips are clenched around my screams
I want to say “I'm busy, can't you see i'm drowning here?”
while others gasp in the liquid shadows clinging to their tongue
my arms pulled by a riptide current, a broken doll
while others punch and tear their rescue into the dark beside them
hollow words and final straws, all taste of ashes in my mouth
and even poison is too sickly sweet
while others grip tight as death, sucking in ashes like each is their last breath
the grenade of my malfunctioned heart, pressed close to my chest
for my destruction and to save those I loved, spare them the rest
1-To the antagonistic Professor
A bite of gratitude to you
For Knowledge wrung from between your teeth.
A finger for your silk-veiled disdain,
You can guess which one.
2-To those who offer destructive criticism
A slice of gratitude to those
For whom my blood and ink gave some offense.
A phrase for your flaxen disgust,
And a thought for your Lethean perspective.
3-To a Boss or CEO
A strip of gratitude to your tight-fisted generosity.
A bowed back for that jaded paper, lifeblood to all,
And these jade eyes to deny you in bitten silence.
There is a clumsy grace to these splayed limbs,
In length but not in form.
Gentle curves, much as in her hair,
As though given too many, but still too little,
As it is the way of such
Whom God has given, but not too much.
Her face is blessed to be free of blemish,
But not enough to bear the fabled beauty,
Never to draw an eye to her with favor.
A smile too long hid,
A misformed pearl from the world
That shines like the desert flower before wilting.
And above all this, the eyes.
Those eyes hidden behind glass
And buried in shadowed steep,
A weariness of soul in keep.
Those eyes, beautiful jade glittering in the dark,
Orbs that dragons keep
My pen as my wand,
With enchantments woven, flow.
I summon dragons and creatures bold,
Guardians of depths and sky,
And my demons shall fall before me
Like shooting stars.
Words like magic written on my heart and soul
That you will never erase.
Shotglass Haiku Sequence by SirenaRose034, literature
Literature
Shotglass Haiku Sequence
The Shotglass
1
A shotglass decked, dew or
Drops of regret. The scent of cherry,
Bladed effervescence and needs unmet.
2
Reading the dark-filled glass,
The chilled pages of our blood.
I drink it in, who we used to be.
3
Wishing for envisioned battle,
With blades instead of bladed words,
Our blooded regret, a salute and a tourniquet.
Changing Soul Haiku sequence by SirenaRose034, literature
Literature
Changing Soul Haiku sequence
Changing Soul
1
The parchment of your skin,
Pared against the grain,
Revealing the satin fire of your unknown.
2
The layers of what you are
Flake away in origami leaves,
Baring the inkstained pages of your psyche.
3
The scrawl of your deepest confession
Lies open amidst the forest,
In the dead truths and frenzied gusts of twilight.
Amends to you, your innocence
Now lost from silent sufferance
By torpid hands and listless mind
Drowning in the tides of time,
Could not keep you from the scythe.
I gravely mourn the quiet tell,
The void within your empty shell.
my lips are clenched around my screams
I want to say “I'm busy, can't you see i'm drowning here?”
while others gasp in the liquid shadows clinging to their tongue
my arms pulled by a riptide current, a broken doll
while others punch and tear their rescue into the dark beside them
hollow words and final straws, all taste of ashes in my mouth
and even poison is too sickly sweet
while others grip tight as death, sucking in ashes like each is their last breath
the grenade of my malfunctioned heart, pressed close to my chest
for my destruction and to save those I loved, spare them the rest
1-To the antagonistic Professor
A bite of gratitude to you
For Knowledge wrung from between your teeth.
A finger for your silk-veiled disdain,
You can guess which one.
2-To those who offer destructive criticism
A slice of gratitude to those
For whom my blood and ink gave some offense.
A phrase for your flaxen disgust,
And a thought for your Lethean perspective.
3-To a Boss or CEO
A strip of gratitude to your tight-fisted generosity.
A bowed back for that jaded paper, lifeblood to all,
And these jade eyes to deny you in bitten silence.
There is a clumsy grace to these splayed limbs,
In length but not in form.
Gentle curves, much as in her hair,
As though given too many, but still too little,
As it is the way of such
Whom God has given, but not too much.
Her face is blessed to be free of blemish,
But not enough to bear the fabled beauty,
Never to draw an eye to her with favor.
A smile too long hid,
A misformed pearl from the world
That shines like the desert flower before wilting.
And above all this, the eyes.
Those eyes hidden behind glass
And buried in shadowed steep,
A weariness of soul in keep.
Those eyes, beautiful jade glittering in the dark,
Orbs that dragons keep
My pen as my wand,
With enchantments woven, flow.
I summon dragons and creatures bold,
Guardians of depths and sky,
And my demons shall fall before me
Like shooting stars.
Words like magic written on my heart and soul
That you will never erase.
Shotglass Haiku Sequence by SirenaRose034, literature
Literature
Shotglass Haiku Sequence
The Shotglass
1
A shotglass decked, dew or
Drops of regret. The scent of cherry,
Bladed effervescence and needs unmet.
2
Reading the dark-filled glass,
The chilled pages of our blood.
I drink it in, who we used to be.
3
Wishing for envisioned battle,
With blades instead of bladed words,
Our blooded regret, a salute and a tourniquet.
Changing Soul Haiku sequence by SirenaRose034, literature
Literature
Changing Soul Haiku sequence
Changing Soul
1
The parchment of your skin,
Pared against the grain,
Revealing the satin fire of your unknown.
2
The layers of what you are
Flake away in origami leaves,
Baring the inkstained pages of your psyche.
3
The scrawl of your deepest confession
Lies open amidst the forest,
In the dead truths and frenzied gusts of twilight.
Amends to you, your innocence
Now lost from silent sufferance
By torpid hands and listless mind
Drowning in the tides of time,
Could not keep you from the scythe.
I gravely mourn the quiet tell,
The void within your empty shell.
Three dragonesses sunbathed on the beach, enjoying the sun’s rays on one of the few days they could relax away from home and work. The three looked nothing alike, yet there was a bond between them that few could replicate. Chill’s golden scales were blinding in their radiance, accenting Levi’s stark white and Elsie’s snow-colored scales in equal measure. All three were differing in size and build, with Chill being the heavier muscled, and Levi the tallest, but that mattered little. They were family.
“Hey Chill,” Elsie said to the dragoness across the reclining Levi. Her eyes were closed, head back
Current Residence: in the shadows Favourite genre of music: hard rock, some hip hop, etc. Favourite photographer: a lot Favourite style of art: anime, creature art, anthro Operating System: not sure MP3 player of choice: ipod Favourite cartoon character: Dante from DMC >.> hes hot lolz Personal Quote: not sure yet
Favourite Visual Artist
too many
Favourite Movies
Underworld Rise of the Lycans, among many others
Favourite TV Shows
Doctor who, Warehouse 13, and a few others
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
too many to name
Favourite Books
too many to name
Favourite Writers
a lot
Favourite Games
Devil May Cry FTW!!!
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2,PS3,XBOX360
Tools of the Trade
pencil or a busted keyboard
Other Interests
movies, music, martial arts and a few other things
I've been gone so long most of you probably don't even remember me. I miss being around you guys it would be nice if life would get less hectic. i graduated college with a bachelors degree last year. trying to get back into writing, i'm open for comm...
I actually quit soda for over a month, that was rough. People around me were like "you look thinner!" until i got on a scale and still above 270, and still look the same in my pics.
so much for quitting, but still i do feel healthier, which is good.
Its been eons it feels like. been writing more poetry cuz its all i really have time for between school and work. looking on the bright side, i so can't wait to keep working on my first real novel project, starting a blog and facebook page for it cuz its my first real novel project that im working so hard on and hoping to publish. its chaotic but amazing so far and has been an expe
Graduating from college in less than a month, too tired to really be crazy excited, or is it just not looking forward to the senior photo shoot? not sure