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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 8:15 pm
So I like to write a lot of poetry and mini-stories, and rather than create a new thread everytime I'm going to go ahead and post in the same thread....
So here goes, my first one poem heart
The Hidden
It enters slowly into my brain like a cold down pour of rain. Like a cold breeze on a hot summer day As inconsistent as water, but as hard as clay.
I had been here before, More times than I could keep score. The inside had been changed the furniture moved and rearranged,
But it was the same.
I knew not how to describe the feeling Only that it was completely chilling. How could this place exist Outside my normal bliss?
A hidden room that I had never seen In a house that I always kept clean. An ignored part Of my depthless heart.
A part of me I had never known.
Is this what it is to truly know yourself? The part that is proudly displayed on the shelf, Is nothing more than an illusion, A being with no other purpose than confusion.
Confusion to fool the world, As to the banner that is furled, Inside your heart, The true being that is apart,
From one and all.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 8:16 pm
And my first mini-story
Upon a tower made of glass lived a young girl. She wasn’t trapped there, nor was she lonely, because she wasn’t the only one who lived in a tower of glass. Around her spread thousands of other glass towers, each with their own occupants. If ever she wanted to talk to someone all she had to do was simply call out to her neighbors. The towers were beautiful to see, the sunlight caught in the clear material was refracted, scattering rainbows every which direction.
Why did the people live in glass towers you might be wondering. That is because the earth at the base of the towers was barren, rocky and inhospitable, where even the glittering light created by the towers of glass couldn’t even lighten the sad earth. So the people could not use wood, and they could not survive long enough on the ground to make metal, so glass, being so light weight was the only option. But why towers? Because the people had to stay up as high from the earth as they possibly could.
Life in the towers of glass was not easy for the people, on the barren earth lived fearsome monsters that were always trying to destroy the fragile towers. Growling and roaring hungrily, the monsters would grab at the bottom of the towers, shaking them fiercely, trying with all their might to bring them, and their occupants, crashing to the ground. Many times they would succeed, but the screams of the unfortunate soul went ignored by the still safe people high above their former friend. And in time, a new tower would rise over the destroyed remains of the old tower, in a continuous cycle.
One morning, after getting up from her hard bed of glass, the young girl realized that her tower was beginning to shake. Looking fearfully down for the first time in her life, she saw a horde of the monsters gathered at the base of her tower. Becoming terrified she called out to her neighbors, begging for help.
“What can we do? You’re over there, we’re over here. I’m not going to risk myself for you.” Was the cold reply she got from every one of them. Painfully, she only then remembered herself saying that same thing to people who were supposed to be her friends so many times before. Crying harshly, the girl fell upon her knees, she did not want to die on the cold earth far below.
Then it happened. The feared and dreaded sound rose from her entire tower, as if crying out in pain, the loud shattering as the base of her tower finally gave way to the persistence of the monsters far below. As her tower began to topple over, she gave one last cry for help from her neighbors, but they simply turned their backs to her plight, not wanting to see the fragile truth of their existence.
Closing her eyes, the girl once more cried out for help, from somebody, anybody, to spare her. Suddenly, she felt her feet leave the falling tower, opening her eyes, she saw the ground come rushing up to her, the gleeful faces of the monsters drawing ever faster to consume her. At that moment, between knowing her fate and refusing it, the girl felt two arms wrap around her waist, with a painful jerk, the ground once again grew smaller underneath her. Looking up, the girl saw two beautiful white wings spreading out from above her, though they weren’t hers. Fully curious now, the girl turned to see who had caught her. Smiling gently, the lovely face of the angel who had caught her took away the girls breath. The gentle golden locks that framed the kind face, and dazzling blue eyes, were the most beautiful thing the girl had seen, even more beautiful than the dancing rainbows that the towers casted.
“Who are you?” Was all the girl could think to say. “A true friend.” Was the happy reply, the angels voice was as soft as the wind but as gentle as the sunlight that bathed over the two of them.
Giddy with happiness at being saved, the girl eagerly thanked the angel. Flying high above even the towers, the girl and angel were locked into a world that the girl could only have imagined existed. Far below them in their glass towers, the people that the girl had once thought were her friends continued to ignore the tower flying high above them. With no one else to talk to, the girl started talking to the angel. For some time the two of them soared high above the world, a true happiness filled the two from just being able to be in each other’s company, two better friends had the girl never seen.
But the longer the angel held the girl in her arms, the farther the two would sink back towards the earth. As one day the girl realized that they were now soaring in-between the towers of glass, the girl asked her friend was wrong. The angel replied that the girl’s weight was to much for the angel’s small wings to support, in time the two of them would eventually crash into the earth. Her heart becoming filled with grief, the girl closed her eyes, and gathering her courage, told the angel to drop her, she was sad to have to leave her true friend, but the girl didn’t want her angel to suffer the same fate that awaited the girl. Naturally the angel refused. She had too become great friends with the girl, and did not want to survive at the price of the girls life.
Accepting her angel’s decision, the girl reluctantly agreed to continue to be carried by her true friend. Accepting their fate, the girl and the angel continued to drift ever lower to the earth, forcing themselves to enjoy their remaining time together.
Knowing that their elusive prey was finally within reach, but too impatient to wait for them to crash, the monsters began to throw stones at the angel and her beautiful wings. Even if they were to become the monster’s next meals, the girl did not want the wings of her angel to be broken so cruelly. Extending her hands, she protected the fragile wings of her friend with her own body. Even though the rocks were painful, and the angel pleaded with her friend to just let the rocks find their true mark, the girl refused, and kept on protecting her friend.
Finally the unavoidable happened, one poorly thrown rock missed its mark and instead hit the girl in the head. The next rock hit the angel square on her wing, with as much of a heartbreaking sound as the girls tower had made when if finally broke, the angels wing folded upon itself. No longer able to support her friend or herself, the angel and the girl came crashing to the earth.
With chilling howls and roars the monsters charged hungrily at the angel and the girl. Looking upon her friend’s limp form, the angel wept sorrowfully, but as the monsters drew near, she bravely stood and confronted them. Despite the pain from her wing, the angel began to throw the same rocks that had hurt her and killed her friend. It did not matter how many rocks she threw though, the monsters kept coming, finally with nothing else left to her, the angel covered the body of her friend with her own, determined to protect her friend to the last.
Before the monsters could touch her though, a brilliant blue light filled the air, driving the monsters away. Standing in that light was a woman of astonishing beauty. Smiling gently, not much unlike the angel had done when she had caught the girl from her falling tower, the goddess said in voice of ringing bells that she had been touched by the two’s actions. Never before had she seen such a touching display of love and friendship.
Gently the woman reached down and touched the head of the angel with one hand and the head of the girl with other. Fluttering slightly, the girl awoke, and seeing the battered form of her friend began to also weep. Blessing the two of them with a gentle kiss on the forehead, the goddess smiled once more, her smile banishing the tears of the two. The warmth of her smile filled the two friends, the glow of it filling their hearts, and as the woman and her blue light vanished, so did the two friends, to live together happily in a world not made of fragile things such as glass and wings.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 8:47 pm
Hey, I really like your poem... just a simple analogy between a heart or soul and a house, but somehow it struck a chord with me...
I guess I can't always explain why I like certain songs/poems blaugh
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