An Exercise in Why by SapphireAphrodite, literature
Literature
An Exercise in Why
There are too many writers now.
They are all so much better.
They are all so much worse.
They have explored all the dark places.
The vampires have stopped coming out at night.
The mermaids no longer flip to the surface and give us a glimpse of their magic.
The criminals all stay at home watching television, waiting for something else to do their job.
The orange juice no longer fills the room with its potent scent.
The vitamins you've been chugging are two years out of date.
The water shakes with only a single tap of your knee.
The cell number is always in the wrong place.
The scotch tape doesn't really heal anything.
The sleepless
What became of the Lamb
being led to the Slaughter?
He has grown fangs --
to pierce the hearts of those who
Loved him.
his wool has been burnt black
and his eyes hardened in the cold
What has become of that Lamb?
It has become a Wolf --
bloody fangs glittering in the Darkness.
I do not know how to amuse my muse,
To keep her drunk on dainty wines and blood.
To feed her words, I bleed in threes and twos.
Till I have released upon her a flood.
I do not know how to defuse my muse.
How to shout, 'No More! Muse I must now rest.'
'I beg of you, do not your scribe abuse.'
'Too mortal am I to survive your test.'
I know too well, how to confuse my muse.
To poison her words and send her reeling.
So much that I fear, she I will soon lose.
Till she comes and hovers near my ceiling.
A safe distance from I and my frightful pen.
'Sit back muse, and be worshiped once again.'
I dreamed. In my pre-infancy I dreamed.
I remember.
I dreamed without shape, without color.
For I had not yet seen, or observed.
I dreamed with out the influence of sight.
I dreamed of sound, unaware of the word.
I heard: a voice, a breath, a laugh.
A world without words.
I remember.
Tell me not that I can not dream unaware of life.
My Soul; my soul is older than my shell.
I tell you that I dreamed.
I remember.
Wish I'd Done - Grandmother by SapphireAphrodite, literature
Literature
Wish I'd Done - Grandmother
I wish I'd told you 'I love you' more often,
I wish I hadn't taken you for granted,
And hidden away whenever you visited,
I wish I had read to you more,
Just as you usually asked,
No matter what book was on hand,
I wish we hadn't stopped our Tea Parties,
Just because I got older,
I wish I'd realized sooner that no matter how old,
I'd always need you.
I do still need you but you're so far away,
But I know you can see me,
And I hope you can know how I feel,
I wish I had written at least one letter,
But hopefully more,
I wish I had phoned and had a nice long chat,
Just to check up,
Or for no reason at all.
I truly hope you know
If you can't face it by speaking,
Can't face it in words,
if you can't face it here, then maybe you can't face it at all.
We watched you as your wrote it,
your hand trembled so much,
we knew that you would crumble at the slightest human touch.
We heard you, you were weeping as your hand drew each word,
we chose to be silent, you did not know you were heard.
The wall it took your words, more then gracefully.
No matter how ugly, they may have seemed.
Its best to just write it, no matter how much it hurts,
because in the end its more then just words.
your tears, they tasted bitter,
the wall took them silently.
and as your wrote you
Conditioned
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Life is conditioned,
It can't be petitioned,
Before our first breath,
And ever after until our death,
Told what to do,
Told how to act,
You have the personality of glue,
And thats a fact,
See a murder, just turn your head,
Get yourself on up to bed,
No time to watch the moon beams,
Just hurry...sleep...skip past those dreams,
Just listen to the tiny whispers in your ear,
telling you exactly what you should hear,
Our lives are conditioned,
Decided before we were even born,
If we'd be royal, or blowing their horn,
No choice in the matter,
Not even to enjoy the sound of rains sp
Heavy Memory - Grandfather by SapphireAphrodite, literature
Literature
Heavy Memory - Grandfather
They sit heavily upon the shelf,
Cased in brown leather,
Guarding long hidden secrets,
Thoughts of a man I hardly knew.
He collected quotes, much like I do,
Recorded thoughts of those wiser then we,
A commonality with one so far away,
Whisked away before his children came,
Those with more right to them than I,
His granddaughter, keeper of his scriptures.
Symbols of a religion,
That I'm no longer sure he deserved.
'Who loves ya?' he'd always ask,
'Grandpa' an automated response,
Spoken from the mouths of babes,
Who are not aware of all he's been,
To my sorrow,
I can not look back brimming over with pride.
The books weighing d
An Exercise in Why by SapphireAphrodite, literature
Literature
An Exercise in Why
There are too many writers now.
They are all so much better.
They are all so much worse.
They have explored all the dark places.
The vampires have stopped coming out at night.
The mermaids no longer flip to the surface and give us a glimpse of their magic.
The criminals all stay at home watching television, waiting for something else to do their job.
The orange juice no longer fills the room with its potent scent.
The vitamins you've been chugging are two years out of date.
The water shakes with only a single tap of your knee.
The cell number is always in the wrong place.
The scotch tape doesn't really heal anything.
The sleepless
What became of the Lamb
being led to the Slaughter?
He has grown fangs --
to pierce the hearts of those who
Loved him.
his wool has been burnt black
and his eyes hardened in the cold
What has become of that Lamb?
It has become a Wolf --
bloody fangs glittering in the Darkness.
I know you never promised me a thing,
On this hand, you placed no ring,
but still you were able to take my heart,
still you were able to tear it apart,
the part of me that no one knows,
you left it on the floor, smashed and exposed,
I know you never promised me a thing,
On this hand, you placed no ring,
and yet when you walked away,
I still cried out to make you stay,
i know you made no promise in my ear,
but I didn't know it would end in tears,
so much of my blood was shed,
while I cried upon our bed,
i know you never promised me a thing,
on this hand you placed no ring,
but somehow I still have hope,
even as I tighten this
A knock at the Door by SapphireAphrodite, literature
Literature
A knock at the Door
As I wait alone,
I close my eyes and pretend,
I pretend we are in love,
In my dream,
A knock is at the door,
You come in and you are in my arms,
I can kiss you without fear,
Of rejection,
For I love you,
And you love me as well,
I can run my fingers through your curls,
I can...
The dream is shattered.
A knock is at the door,
You come in and you are in my arms,
The Dream begins again.
I thought we had it figured out,
Then the storm brought us doubt,
I thought that we'd still be friends today,
But we seemed to have gone our separate ways,
You have him, and I have me,
But I still just can't see,
Why we had to separate,
Just so you could copulate,
I thought that till time without end,
We would be eternal friends,
But one little tumble,
Now we've crumbled,
I thought we had it figured out,
Then the storm brought us doubt,
I thought that we'd still be friends today,
But we seemed to have gone our separate ways,
I must be a dope,
Because I still have hope,
That one day, you'll turn around and say,
I've missed y
The Only Pain That's Real by SapphireAphrodite, literature
Literature
The Only Pain That's Real
The pain of knowing that you and your best friend no longer get along...l That pain of knowing that someone that you have loved and trusted is no longer loving or trustable. The knife stabs when they begin to ignore you. To belittle your feelings into nothing. To harp about everything they have been trying to do while you have been being a self-centered bitch of course...but not them...oh no they were fine and perfect and dandy. The knife twists when you try to tell them what they asked for and they pass right over you. Saying not a word that means anything in any way. To leave you abandoned and while doing so believe that they are in
In Love - My Angel by SapphireAphrodite, literature
Literature
In Love - My Angel
I hunger for the touch of your skin,
I wait for when I'll be let in,
I've never loved like this,
I am longing for our first kiss,
You can't tell me that this isn't love,
I saw you falling from above,
You are my angel,
You are my saving grace,
I thought I was a goner,
And then I saw your face.
You are my angel,
Like my shining star,
Maybe you've heard before,
But it's never gone this far,
It's a really love,
It's a true love,
If any one denies and says no,
We'll just fly away through blinding snow.
We'll just fly away...
Into the heavens,
From which you first fell.
My heavenly angel,
My one barrier from hell.
Okay I randomly decided that since its 4am and I'm spazzy and have been cyber stalking Zombie Jill which I randomly found here that I'd make my first journal entry. I shouldn't allow myself to make such decisions on this little sleep and this much caffeine but I am on that sleep and caffeine so I couldn't be trusted to obey any "DON'T DO IT CASSIE'S" anyway. XD
Anyway I've been a member here for awhile, don't remember how long exactly. (A year? Two?) You know exact date if you cared (You don't) well you know where to find it. xD I'm not much of a contributor. A few (very newbish manips [I admit I DO like them XD for the most part. Not
But I thought i'd let you know its not a pokemon fanart xD she just happened to have the name of that gym leader as her gaia name LOL. Sorry about any confusion ;-;
I think I read that...I just throw things in the wrong folder sometimes >.> But I don't know its like seven months later so who knows what I was thinking XD