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Post by isabellamay on Jun 30, 2014 21:08:41 GMT 8
poison pools at my finger tips
my shell is cold, waiting, alert
cut me open and my insides will run out like wild rapids streaming to a calm end to reflect the clear sky above.
look and you'll see your reflection in me
a reflection of what you gave and what i stole
what I'll continue to steal
constantly twitching searching thinking forward forward forward
impatient
suffocated and yet never more free
dislocated in my isolation
overstimulated
most of all of an excitement that i so brilliantly manipulated and turned black, a thick lacquer that oozed from every pore of me and drowned out everyone else
i see bright lights but i'm not sure if I'm moving towards them or they're coming towards me.
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Post by ashroseberry on Jun 30, 2014 21:54:43 GMT 8
THICK LACQUER
oozes
POISON
lapping at my shell, pooling into the crevices
BLACKENING out, SUFFOCATING.
CUT ME OPEN,
expose me to the light that comes towards me.
Help me find a way out.
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Post by Admin on Jul 1, 2014 3:13:38 GMT 8
Standing alert
Posed at the cusp of where her inside lay bare, saluting brasingly to the clear sky above.
Rearranged and dislocated she has never been more free
Freedom in reflection
From what she stole, replicated and resoled.
A continuation of you, evolving, forward, forward, forward and beyond.
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Post by Serena C on Jul 1, 2014 15:39:33 GMT 8
Poison pools under a cold shell
The wild rapids reflecting an uneven give and take
As a blinding lacquer covers that which I do not want to see
Take me to the light
Fingertips grasping at freedom
Hanging at the edges of the clear skies
My insides streaming to a calm end
Your reflection impatiently twitches in my isolation.
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Post by daisysanders on Jul 1, 2014 16:51:15 GMT 8
There's a black grey sea cave but not like one in a fantasy novel; it's a salty earth real one, somewhere on the south coast. There might be a bit of graffiti and broken glass. The weather is cloudy grey and the wind is frustrating because it hassles your hair, your scarf. Feet slip on sandy grey rocks. Ordinary. You're trying to find some breath, some clarity, you're giving time to the wind because you want to be refilled by that wholeness that the wild natural world offers. But all that's coming back is ordinary. Ordinary and annoyance. Ordinary grey, dusty and dirty and broken. You reach your fingertips down into a pool and it's cloudy grey. There's no hidden lush life forms, no sweet secret shells which might crunch underfoot, or be pulled with a gentle slurp and pop from their seal on the cold sea stone. There's just water and dirty sand, dirt. Dipping fingers into the dusty wet mess. It's only poison. You're only pouring poison.
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Post by michelle on Jul 3, 2014 19:08:21 GMT 8
You are Ansel Adams and I am the Ansel Adams Wilderness, and you look into my black and white lakes and you see yourself. The mountains are not you, nor are the glowing, ominous clouds, yet there you are, trapped in the lake, with your camera around your neck. My wilderness is cold, isn't it.
I watch Jeopardy every day. the first time I won, the final Jeopardy answer was- I don't remember but the question was Who Is Ansel Adams. And it was final jeopardy, and I'd bet half of my money and I won and I just wanted to call Alex Trebek and tell him but I called you and you told me I didn't really win, I wasn't standing behind a desk with my name in my best handwriting on the front, I was sitting on my couch, and did I really have to call? It's cold, isn't it.
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Post by Jacq on Jul 3, 2014 19:45:27 GMT 8
Burst open from the chasm
I know from forth where I came and with it
the resonations that drive me in a passionate
embrace always moving forward, seeking
solitude, questioning, plugging into the
blissful unknown and there you'll be,in the
light.
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Post by embowman on Jul 20, 2014 11:18:06 GMT 8
I stand cold as the light moves toward me. Cut open and pouring out wild rapids on the decking. I want to move quickly, but am suffocating for freedom. My excitement, black. I see myself in you, this helps me move forward. Some say this is isolation, but i say this is freedom. I stand so quiet and wait.
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