The boy stood alone on the beach. The darkened sky created a firelock of his mind; an ancient weapon restored, armed, prepared for battle. The chaos was reborn and awaiting nourishment. Concealed thoughts discharged, a mental flame of hatred lit and angered the darkness. The scattered specks of light in ebony skies were devoured by the anarchic flame.
The spinning vortex of flame writhed and circled. A whirlwind of flame; A whirlpool of emotion. The darkness and flame merged, becoming stronger, more volatile.
fire, pain; passion, torment; anger FIRE.
The current dragged the boy back to the flames, his mind again circling. The flames
Crash!!!
Night fell.
As the resounding noise faded away I hit the lights, injuring my hand in the impact. I strode across the room to watch the box. After staring at the box for a minute I decided that maybe the television would be more interesting.
I flicked the switch, it flew across the room and rolled to a stop beside the door. The sounds of a soap opera filled the room, however detergent singing is not a particularly interesting sound. I began channel hopping. First on one leg then the other, which, after a while gets very tiring. I chose a channel and sat down to watch.
Within minutes I was glued to the screen, it was a movie about
Earth
Eternal and steadfast it remains
an entire world of diverse domains.
It bears all the elements furious wrath,
dissolved by their windy and watery path.
An ark in space, the first stellar craft.
A pool of existence, our only life raft.
It outlasts all mortal life,
a bastion against our chaos and strife.
The ultimate stage, and container of all.
A performance of unmatchable thrall.
The act everlasting, the impromptu show.
In a star's destruction it shalt all go.
Fire
It flickers, jumps, spins and turns,
Everything it touches blackens and burns.
Its power is to consume and destroy,
Its enchantment and beauty merely a ploy.
.
Overwhelmed by Need
Need to pay bills.
Need to be up early.
...will never sleep.
Need to..
His breath on my cheek;
"Good girl" (best words in the world)
Smiling, drifting..
Need to go to the bank.
Need to get up for work.
Need to...
His touch on my skin,
every sensation a caress;
a sting of (un)consciousness.
Need to shut off my brain.
Need to sleep.
Need to...
His fingers pulling, dragging
tension roots to ends.
Falling, swimming...
Need to..
let go.
Need to..
breathe.
Need to..
lose myself in him.
Need to... shhh
Be still in his silence.
At peace.
At re
Of An End to Sticks and Stones by ladynyk, literature
Literature
Of An End to Sticks and Stones
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Of an End to Sticks and Stones
Broken wings no longer
fan the flame, so fragile.
Tender kisses caress
your scars no more.
Troubled eyes now closed,
their pain forever silenced;
sleeping features;
a soul at peace.
Feel the quiet of bondage
released; a quirky smile;
head just askew.
Playful eyes to wipe the tears away
freedom has been found.
Weightless, to start again;
prices paid and lessons learned-
cycles begin once more.
May I have the next dance?
S. Nycole Bridle 4/1/2006
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Insomnia-A dark nursery rhyme by ladynyk, literature
Literature
Insomnia-A dark nursery rhyme
Insomnia:
twinkle twinkle
little pain
I see you've come
to play again
lodged here in my soul so tight
turning brightness into night
twinkle twinkle
tearing ache
please let me sleep
to never wake….
…now I lay me down to sleep
my life in tatters at my feet..
if I should Wake before I die
I pray these tattered wings can fly..
twinkle twinkle
empathic strain
I never want to feel again
trapped here in this world so cold
where self is wrong
and Us is gold.
twinkle twinkle
falling tear..
how i wonder why i'm here..
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