My second scribble:
Face of skepticism
Cynical smirking
Fascinating yet deadly
Drawing me in to trap and warp
Eyes
Shades of stony blue
Laughing yet clouded
the joke is yours alone
Eyes
Shaded shields of soul
Keeping me out and you in
and everyone else nowhere
Seperating and drawing
Two magnets held apart
What holds you? Fear perhaps?
The terror is mine as well
My heart and eyes are vulnerable
Offered upwords unwisely
Yours to burn or shatter or crush
Or to treasure in yours
Can you choose to keep
or are you incapable
of unshielding the shielded
even only to me.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Chemistry Class Scribbles pt 1
My first scribble of spontaneous prose, which I did in Chem class today.
Terror
Seeping thoruhg my veins
Staring at screaming screen
Freeze my soul
Warm me, Keep me
Hold me in your arms
for now at least
Heaven
Beautiful beginning bliss
Hopes fade into reality
Warm lips against my brow
comforting, for now
Terror
again, abruptly assaulting
Happiness leaves, warmth turns cold
Mistaken hopes, false reality
Turn me out to the rain
with but a soft blue scrap of cloth for comfort
Alone again
Heaven -
How could I mistake it?
Forget it? Never!
Impossible to feel again,
Nothing compares to the resounding feelings
Hearts pounding warm blood
Tender illusion of love
Illusion revealed
Never to be reality again
Terror
Seeping thoruhg my veins
Staring at screaming screen
Freeze my soul
Warm me, Keep me
Hold me in your arms
for now at least
Heaven
Beautiful beginning bliss
Hopes fade into reality
Warm lips against my brow
comforting, for now
Terror
again, abruptly assaulting
Happiness leaves, warmth turns cold
Mistaken hopes, false reality
Turn me out to the rain
with but a soft blue scrap of cloth for comfort
Alone again
Heaven -
How could I mistake it?
Forget it? Never!
Impossible to feel again,
Nothing compares to the resounding feelings
Hearts pounding warm blood
Tender illusion of love
Illusion revealed
Never to be reality again
English Assignment
English is where I discovered the style of writing known as Spontaneous Prose. Basically it is brain barf that expresses thoughts and emotions in a jumble of words and semi coherant statments. I enjoy it. Here is my writing assignment:
I am
a puddle of conciousness,
Flowing around and into
everything around me,
Yet seperate
My mind dripping into corners,
Altering the state of my surroundings
in Various shimmering ways
Waves
Vibrations, tremors, small yet significant
Pool of light,
With a thousand transformations beating
and etching and changing
Yet gentle and soft, cool, calm
Never showing effect of prescence
Until sun
and light
and warmth comes,
Refracting and rejoining,
Throwing pieces to the sky,
Fly
Forever
I am
a puddle of conciousness,
Flowing around and into
everything around me,
Yet seperate
My mind dripping into corners,
Altering the state of my surroundings
in Various shimmering ways
Waves
Vibrations, tremors, small yet significant
Pool of light,
With a thousand transformations beating
and etching and changing
Yet gentle and soft, cool, calm
Never showing effect of prescence
Until sun
and light
and warmth comes,
Refracting and rejoining,
Throwing pieces to the sky,
Fly
Forever
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