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Angstbucket Edgelord Captain
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 Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 6:44 am
[For when you feel like cursing at someone, or something. In a poetic way.]
yum_puddi
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 6:45 am
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The leaves danced, teasingly. Fluttering a few delightful, graceful steps - one, two on her window. In a swirl of gold and red they were gone, the wind ushering them towards a naked forest.
In her own hands, she held her forest. This one would bloom all year round, persistent wood lying motionless and still. Beckoning.
So she took it up, smelling sparkling sunlight and tree sap, a faint hint of old bark. A dove on her fingertips, one foot upon a branch. Poised. Agile. Almost fearful in excitement. Graceless, teetering balance, ready to tumble at the wind's first breath.
And tumble it did. Like a flock of enraged birds screeching bloody murder, autumn's ugly rust fell to the floor.
Melodic? Hardly.
She gave a rueful laugh, if only to reassure herself. Try again. Chin held high. The wind would carry her, fly her over the bare treetops. On smooth strings, it flowed liquid like a creek. Pure and high, spring's first call. She soared, the wood sang.
Then the ugly hues were back, raw and rusty under the dead air. A pause. Another attempt. The shining gold of sunset skies were gone. Tantalising success, faded, already long gone.
"What'cha doing? Slaying chickens in there?"
The new wood groaned under the pressure. Too new. Too young. Anger coloured the now dull sunshine.
A glint of playful gold on the window, a straggler come to bid her farewell, until next time.
Gazed at her slowly, but steadily flourishing forest. Back to the bare one outside. She wondered how many autumns it would take her to join the forest in song.
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______________________________________________________________________________ Yes, reference to Jackthorn's forest massacre.
Also reference to ChickenSlayerMira.
Just a rant.
By "yours truly".
And that was an explanation by Papaver somniferum.
-Out-.
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Angstbucket Edgelord Captain
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Angstbucket Edgelord Captain
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 10:15 am
. . . . . . Weary eyes flickered over the luminous screen, the symbols bright and pixellated and leaving a neon afterimage on the back of her eyelids.
Erratic rainbow fireflies, humming their soft drone that wasn't quite a melody.
She let her eyes drift, seeking something solid. Crackle. Tangible. Flat and rough under her fingers, a blind man's poetry in stark black and white. Fingers completed another trail through the ridges and valleys, spinning out of paper-thin reality into fantastic, looming shapes. Eyes shut. For a moment, she was there on the peak, revelling in the whispered harmonies as the sky sang.
The image fractured. Beep. Beep. More insistent now, a knock back to reality. It hovered, uncertainty building. She imagined it, wrapped in a neat parcel, loaded onto the back of a monstrous ship. Into the dimming sunset, hurried words disappearing. Her fingers tapped out a rythym in fond memory.
A brief reply? A sliver of the fantasies trapped inside?
No; carelessly dished out, a distinct jeering edge in response to her careful, breathess enjoyment:
Barely one line.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 12:12 am
Bus fare
When you have to get to where you have to be
and there's nothing else you'd rather see.
You walk up to the stop and wait
The door opens and you climb in
and then the movement happens again.
You dig in your pocket to get what you need,
but then you realize you forgot
your bus fare
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Gah! I'm annoyed because this happened to me today (btw, sorry for my horrible poetry, I spent literally about 2 minutes on it and this was the result)
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