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 Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2004 2:44 pm
[img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v129/unsane/LibraryL.jpg" align=left][img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v129/unsane/LibraryR.jpg" align=right]~Leviathan library~
Walk through the alleys. Can you see it? Can you smell it? Why, it' here, there, all over. The smell of the old, the touch of the new. Colors, words - life.
The substance of art is now yours to take in this library, a collection of work from the whole stadium, be it prose, poetry, music, songs, graphics, paintings, any form of art is now yours to enjoy.
Of course, Leviathan Stadium being open to public of all ages, we must abide by some rules. Work that can be seen by an audience above 13 is accepted. Adult material will have to stay in it's creator's possession, sadly.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2004 2:45 pm
Guess I'll kick things off...
When I Return
Shattered dreams
Latent lies
A friend leaves
A friend dies
Sitting alone
Thinking of times past
Mocking yourself
For thinking they would last
Back when you were happy
And had everything you need
And so now you escape
To a world you can read
A world of your creation
Where everything is yours
Then you put down your pen
And close all its doors
The world can not save you
Only make invisible the pain
But it still covers you
As if a pouring rain
So now I leave you
and shall not return
Untill the day comes
When I hope you will learn
You can not run
You can not flee
I only hope
That someday you will see
When this day comes
Then I will arrive
And all will be well
As when I were alive
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2004 3:58 pm
feh, you should all wail in shame
never with those you're gonna reach fame
Now all of you bow and hail the Queen
Because unlike you, my rhymes are clean
clean of your dirt, free of your foulness
out of your mouth, words bring sadness
senseless speech shot on the thumb
but in the end, it all sounds dumb
you'll say I just work the simple
my words aren't even worth a man's n****e?
yet on my back your whips don't lash
cuz on the black market, even manb00bs are worth cash
See? The frenchie's skills are teh keen.
You should consider bowing to your queen
For even in a second language I make rhymes easy
Heck I'm so good I can make three with z!
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2004 4:00 pm
[ Pat ] feh, you should all wail in shame
never with those you're gonna reach fame
Now all of you bow and hail the Queen
Because unlike you, my rhymes are clean
clean of your dirt, free of your foulness
out of your mouth, words bring sadness
senseless speech shot on the thumb
but in the end, it all sounds dumb
you'll say I just work the simple
my words aren't even worth a man's n****e?
yet on my back your whips don't lash
cuz on the black market, even manb00bs are worth cash
See? The frenchie's skills are teh keen.
You should consider bowing to your queen
For even in a second language I make rhymes easy
Heck I'm so good I can make three with z! ..... o.O
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2004 4:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2004 4:14 pm
((The extent of what I do when I have nothing better to do has nothing on the extent of what I do when I do have something better to do. 3nodding whee ))
Gladdis sighed, adding another log to her already roaring bonfire, life was far too tedius for her liking and she wished for great change. Tonight was her 500th birthday and she was thinking it had gone on too long, this life of hers. Many years she'd seen, many births, deaths, she watched one human from the beginning of his existance to the very end, how lovely he was, how attached she had grown to that silly human nature of his.
His brash loud voice, outgoing vigor, love of life. He had been sad near the end, terribly so and it had almost crushed her heart to see him so fragile and weak that she took it upon herself to grant the one wish he had ever asked her in all his years. To end his life. How could she not? Grant this last request, knowing she was the last to speak with him, to hear his rasped old voice, remember his whole life for him. That man could live on forever in memory if she did. But that was not what she wanted, nor, she knew, was it what he wanted. After all, what kind of life was it to him to live on only in the mind of another, never to savor a new expirience again. Not the sweet golden light of a sunrise nor the soft orange chill of a sunset.
Suddenly it dawned on her, the reason he had asked for it. Death was but the next great adventure, the ticket to a strange and fantastic life somewhere else, just the kind of change she herself wanted. But no, she didn't really want that. Did she? To live on in a great elsewhere after this place, it was terribly exciting. Sending a thrill of forboding up and down her spine the thought teased her mind. She could do it couldn't she? After all what creature didn't have the right to take its own life? She had lived 500 years and that was good enough for her, it was time to go out and live her next great adventure. But a fear struck her, what if she just lived this one over again? How horrifyingly boring a thought! But what if it were? No. It had to be different, MUST be different.
Standing up she looked into the orange fire in front of her, it was huge, hot flames licking at the air, devouring it. So warm and inviting. So she took a step and joined the logs in the fire, letting out a great moan she arched her back, falling into ash.
((Aww, I should make a Gladdis Character, except not make her die..))
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2004 9:43 am
Last Sane Thought It was there. Long, cold, dark. Extending far away in front of me, surrounding me, swallowing the dying light of my flashlight. 'Maybe I should turn back ...', those words were my mantra, dancing in my head over and under the other few thoughts I managed to blurt out. Yet once again, as always, I wouldn't listen to reason. I never did, really. If I had, then maybe I wouldn't even have entered It and it's brick corridors with no start or end, just infinity spreading and waiting for my footsteps to echo in it's depth.
I tip-topped on, not caring about making no sound. I doubted the shadows on it's blackened brick walls could hear me. They didn't need to. Imprisoned in cages rowed on each side of me, they looked around, looked up, looked down, looked left and right, at me, looked through me. I should've been scared. I know it would've been best for me to drop everything, submit to madness and flee all the way back to where I came from, to where I can't go, to what I can't reach, nowhere, everywhere, anywhere but in It's depth where everything was sweet and comforting. Even those shadows, as they pierced my soul, blighted my heart and rotted my flesh, they were nice to me. Holding me gently in their arms, murmuring comforting words in my ears that numbed my thoughts and cleared my mind of anything but that single irrational need:
Go on ... go on ... go on ...
I, like a fool, like a weak minded slug, obedient zombie, mindless slave, I obeyed to their sweet words, to the honey of their lies, going with the flow of their promises. It wanted me to explore it's depths and meet the unknown, to find the truth It hid so well and so far and so deep in the darkness. I wanted It to show me what lied in It's belly, in the stomach of the beast older than man, older than the great lizards and older than what came before.
Slowly, surely, the floor crafted by hands too numerous to count and too ancient to imagine fled, hid, plunged deep under the crude and brutal rock of a cavern. The corridor had exploded, spread and extended in height and width, until I couldn't see it's edges. The encaged shadows had disappeared, and their comforting words with them. I was standing alone in the Universe, trapped in darkness that my only weapon, the flashlight, was dying even faster than my sanity. Imprisoned by no walls, I had no choice but to go on, and on I went until I found It's edges. Where It ended, where darkness was no more and replaced by something else. Water, at my feet, drowning my legs and waist. Was it raising, or was I going deeper? It didn't matter, I was close.
In It's stomach, I was relieved again of my anxiety, by it's liquids that were digesting my mind and making no energy but madness out of it. It even made me smile, and allowed me to keep pushing.
I guess it had corrupted me more than I thought, for I wasn't surprised when my hand met a door.It opened without resistance, even though a voice deep down screamed to tell me it should've been locked, and should've stayed so. The voice was drowned in the infinity of my mind, which now had no limits and merged with It, got lost, and found nothing but darkness. I clinged to the darkness, and it held my hand, gently, softly, lovingly, unlike the harsh and hurting light that burnt and hurt.
Through the door I went, and It welcomed me. It was smiling, It was happy to see me. I needed It just as much as It wanted me, I could tell by the way It spoke to me. It told no lies, I knew. It wanted my happiness, It wanted me to embrace It splendor and give in. I needed to obey. Every cell of my scattering body yearned for it, and I didn't go against It's will. I clinged to It's chest, and It wrapped It's arms around me, as I cried soft, hard, long, while It whispered to my ears what Iwanted to hear, what I needed to listen to, all the things and every nothings that made me and you and It what we all aren't, and It comforted and numbed my pain until I smiled and drifted away in slumber and dreams. There, in it's arms, I had my last sane thought.
I was to become death.
The flashlight died. Forgotten Melodies The old man wakes and raises in the night
His frail body limping and cracking
Memory guiding his steps
Darkness blinding his eyes
He reaches for the violin
Fingers brushing the wood’s surface
Lifting the artwork
His life, and soul
The instrument on his shoulder
The bow pulling and pushing on the strings
Memories flowing in music
Darkness muffling it’s melody
Notes tearing through the silence
An echo answering to the music
Slow, clear, sad, beautiful
The very whisper of the wind and stars
He closes his eyes
Moved by his own work
Memories crushing his heart
Darkness stealing his life
The violin slows down
The music follows
An echo dies in the distance
An old man disappears with it
The house filled with silence again
No tears, no joy, only to fade and be forgotten
Memories lost forever
Darkness embracing what is no more
Like thousands before him
The old man leaves never to come back
No one to remember what he left in this world
Except the echo of a broken violin.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2004 6:03 pm
Crystal Tears
My eyes are filling up,
I feel as though I’ll cry.
It’s not that I shall fade
But that others will die.
I’m feeling rather faint
My shoulders start to shake.
It’s not that I won’t dream
But that others won’t wake
Help me, what can I do,
To kill my taunting fears
It’s for others I weep
These selfless crystal tears.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2004 6:12 pm
(no more poems from me here)
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2004 6:56 pm
*ahem* I'd like to announce that I am, in fact, NOT a homicidal maniac. I'm just a tomboy with a temper 3nodding
Tonight
The more you try to hold me down
The more you’ll feel my strength
No chains can pin me to the ground
No matter what their length
I’m a fighter, not a lover
Do not mess with me
Run and hide, duck for cover
It’d be best if you would flee
‘Cause tonight I’m loosing control
‘Cause tonight I’m breaking free
It’s for you whom the bell tolls
Now’s your time to fear me.
You thought you could bury me
Beneath your hating lies
I am strong and will always be
Tonight’s your night to die.
Hear this and heed it well:
I’m not under your control
Your life will be a living hell
It’s the future of your soul!
‘Cause tonight I’ve lost control
‘Cause tonight I’ve broken free
It’s for you whom the bell tolled
It’s your blood that I see.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2004 10:21 pm
Quiet, he'd been sitting there for almost an hour in complete silence and stillness, waiting. His target had to move eventually, it was in its nature, but it knew he was out there. Waiting. So he waited, and sure enough from the trees a mile off an enormous thing erupted from the canopy. Long and glorious its sleek black body was patterened in spots of red in two lines down its length in glossy scales. Hissing and spitting it revealed long glittering deadly fangs, violet slitted eyes blazing with anger, it was ready for a fight. Flapping its regal black feathered wings with the primaries the color of blood it rose up. It was 40 feet long at least. This was his chance. The chance he'd been waiting for, to take down the king of the Couatl. Springing into action he leapt from his perch to another tree, moving swiftly towards the majestic being in the sky. Nearing his target he reached back and drew and arrow from his quiver standing on the edge of a tree branch with a clear view of his target he placed the arrow in the bow and let it fly, smirking satisfyingly as he heard the creature spit in agony.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2004 10:21 pm
For Justice Flames, symbol of everything he ever cherished. It brought light to those in the dark, it brought warmth to the lost and cold.
Yes, Andrew had always been attracted to the flames. To him, there was nothing purer than the white blaze, the orange dance and the red sparks that went up to join the stars.
Yes, Andrew had always loved fire. At the youngest age, when other kids would have fun building sand castles or playing knight and dragon, he'd build small campfires, put up pint sized pyres for dead animals, cook his lunch on smoking twigs put together and turned red from heat.
Yes, Andrew had always admired the blaze. He always had associated it with liberty and justice. A long time ago, as a teenager, he had heard this phrase: "I shall cleanse this earth of sins by the mighty flame", and they remained ever since. Even as he became an ordained knight, he stayed true to that maxim, and swore only before the divine brazier.
Yes, Andrew is still driven by this inner flame. Consuming his flesh and mind, driving him farther away from sanity in a fanatism that scared many. As a knight, it was his duty to correct wrong, protect the weak and help the poor. As a knight, he served justice. He gave his life to that cause, and wouldn't stop before anything before justice reigned supreme.
Yes, Andrew lost his mind, burned to nothingness by peoples calling him insane, peoples telling him he was wrong, peoples telling him to get out and away from their dwelling. Though he ended up realizing that none of them understood. They were all mistaken. Every single person of that neighborhood, of that town, of that land, of that kingdom, of that country, continent, planet, Universe, they were all impure and injust.
Yes, Andrew enjoyed the screams of the wrongdoers. When the child's body was purified by the white flame, then turned to ashes that will nourish the earth of a new world, he smiled. When the old would feel their corrupted soul ripped out and sent to Hell by Heaven's anger, he smiled. When men and women alike would lose what little they have to the purifying blaze, he smiled.
Yes, Andrew put the world ablaze that night. When the flames came to him, danced with him, embraced his person with their warmth and slowly ate his skin, flesh and bones, destroying the last sinful, he smiled.
He had cleaned this world by the mighty flame. Now, on the ashes of thousands of trees, houses, animals and peoples, a new world would stand, because of Andrew, for Justice, and his name would go down in history as the one who saved Humanity from rotting in the flames of Hell, by destroying it with Heaven's cleansing.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2004 6:44 pm
The Pain You Caused
That Mask You wear Never fooled Me,
It just added to the grand catastrophe.
Why must you hurt others so?
You never did wanted to let go.
But now the time has come to say good-bye,
Though your words seem to only want to fly.
I wish your cruel words would go away,
As you play the game of Betray.
I left you here alone atlast,
Making reality hit you extremely fast.
The pain of you still haunts me,
I will always wonder how will I ever be free?
You wish you could return as my friend,
But all I want to do is close off that end.
I want you out of my life...away from everyone,
I only wish you can uncover your eyes to see what you have done.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 3:38 pm
déserteur Lorsque la nuit sombre voile ma conscience
Je ne vois ou n'entends rien de la pourriture
Celle qui ne peut servir qu'aux corbeaux, comme nourriture
La race humaine, plogeant tête première dans la déchéance
J'envie encore et toujours le temps de mon père
Ces moments de guerre, de mort et d'amertume
lorsque la guerre noyais dans un océan de flame maison et bitume
La race humaine, se massacrant d'elle même pour la terre ou la mer
Moi, j'ose
Je ferme ma porte
Je boucle mes fenêtre
Je m'enferme loin avec les lâches
On cogne avec des promesses
On parle de patrie et d'allégresse
De tuer pour vivre
Moi, je refuse
De vivre pour tuer
On doit reconnaître le progrès de ceux d'avant
Impossible d'oublier tout ce qui a été créé
Avec l'intelligence de l'Homme, même l'Éternité est au passé
Car les tours, les châteaux, les sousterrains et aériens braveront les ans
Toutefois, à quoi bon?
S'il reste des souvenirs des suicidés
du peuple qui s'est lui même détruit et à jamais tué?
Car lorsque nous seront partis, d'autres resteront et rieront
Mais moi, j'ose
Dire non au massacre
refuser de donner ma main
pour qu'une autre vie prenne fin
et que le sang souille la terre encore
tachée à jamais par mes tripes
pendant que j'arrache celles de mon frere
Moi, je refuse
Mieux vaut crever que tuer
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 4:53 pm
The Torn Picture
I sat there my face burried into my hands. I couldn't look up at it. The sight was not what I wanted it to be. I raised my head to see you hanging there. I had done it, for no reason. Maybe because I loved you. You hung there looking at me with those eyes. Eyes of love, of hate, of caring devotion. I know why I did it, now. . . I did it because you were with her. It angered me, it got me jealous. So I did this, to show my love. To show you I cared for you. To be your one and only. . .
A tear fell down my cheek as I watched the sun go down from the window at your side. Then thoughts of the sweet things you said took over my mind slowly, then pictures of times we spent together. Your hugs and silent 'I love yous'. A slight growl broke the silence in the room. The chair I sat in vibrated from my shaking legs. I did this, I knew I did it. . .
"Please don't hate me!" I begged falling to my knees from the chair. "Please love me again!"
My pleads stopped as I hear sirens in the distance. They wouldn't come after me. . . I did nothing wrong.
"I DID NOTHING WRONG!" I screamed at the top of my lungs grabbing my hair and slightly tugging it. "I DID NOTHING WRONG!"
I hear the sirens pass and the small sounds of dogs outside barking. From my screaming? From the sirens? Did it matter? I slowly walked myself up to you running my hand over your smooth face. A smile poked itself up from behind my tears.
"Jeremy. . " I silently whispered your name backing away the fumes from you bothering my nose. "How could you leave me for her? Will this bring you back to me?"
My head hung down as more tears ran down my cheeks. I knew it wouldn't. How could I have done this? You sounded so innocent when I invited you over. But I saw you kiss her, I knew what you had done. . . But theres not much more I could do about it. Your face was torn from the knife I put to it. I could barely look at you now. It sicked me to even take a glance, I love you more than you will ever know. . .
So you hung there.
The picture of my nightmares, in the frame of my dreams. . .
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