The Cummulative Creativity Corner (The Artsy Fartsy Writing/Art Thread)

[Infernal]

Alright, Zelda said I should do this because she liked my "Ten Minute" story deal, where you had to write a short story in/around ten minutes. Also, post your poetry, art, whatever else is. Otherwise, go make one like GI did, and sulk in your own self glory ;)

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Blue Marlin Café

The sun was floating between the middle and the end of its journey through the sky. Along a busy highway, a luxurious restaurant was beginning its opening night. The building was donned with a gold border around the steep roof, columns supported the arches along the front, and lines of fancy cars, limousines, and SUVs filled up the lot.

Out of a Black Vehicle in the back row, a family of four emerged. Both the father and mother held hands, as the teenaged boy pushed his younger brought The family was greeted by a connoisseur who worked in the hotel the Blue Marlin Café was attached to. He hung their coats and hats with a smile, and a waiter proceeded to seat them in a booth close to the door. The boys walked in with their faces to the ground along. und, the mother ruffle through her purse, and the husband glared up at the imposing security camera.

The waiter was a young man, and this would be his first real night at a job. Like all others, he was nervous, and didn’t quite know what to expect. He handed out the menus to the family, and proceeded to order out drinks.

Both of the boys had fair brown hair, and each sported a pair of light blue, and light green eyes behind rather thick glasses. The mother had dirty blonde hair with deep green eyes, nearly matching the young boy. Finally, the eldest of the group, the father, had the same deep blue eyes as the older boy, and grew a thick mustache over his lip. Each ordered rather mainstream drinks, but the father pulled the new waiter aside.

“Excuse me, but can you bring me the bottle of your most expensive, finest wine?”

The waiter nodded pleasantly, not knowing what the man really wanted, nor what how he would ask the veterans in the back. He wasn’t even old enough to drink himself, but proceeded to act mature and casual on the matter. As he returned, he grasped a chiller bucket in a vice lock, and pulled the father aside again.

“Sir, this is our finest and oldest wine, but you realize, it cost about one-hundred and thirty-five dollars? Are you sure you want the whole bottle, and not just the glass?”

“Positive, just uncork it and let us at it”

The boys played on their handhelds and cell phones, while the mother and father casually drank glass after glass of a fine, imported wine. After another ten minutes, the young waiter returned, worried that he had been away for too long of time.

“I apologize for the lengthy wait, what can I get you all?”

“I’d like the Surf and Turf, with the Filet Mignon and the Two Small Lobster tails please” said the young boy

The waiter eyed the parents, who nodded in approval of the child’s interesting, and rather pricey choice.

“How about the Marlin Steak, broiled, and can I get a half order of Alaskan King Crab legs on the side please?” said the teenager

The waiter again eyed the parents, who smiled and nodded back.

Each the father and mother ordered even greater priced meals from the waiter, and the young aid was bewildered at how such a small family could order such a large and expensive meal. He gathered the appetizer plates, and walked back into the kitchen.

Another 35 minutes passed, and the food was prepared. Five waiters walked out with full trays, bringing the huge meal along with them. The family looked greedily as the meal was placed in front of them. For nearly an hour, the group ate the entire meal, stuffing their stomachs full of the rich meal. At the end, the father shooed the two boys away, asking the eldest of them to get the SUV, and pull it around front.

As the mother got up, she winked at her husband, saying that she was off to use the restroom. The father smiled, and pulled out a credit card to hand to the waiter. He glanced at the receipt.

$456.98
+7 % Sales Tax
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Recommended Tip = 20%

The father just shrugged, and handed the card to the waiter. The young man walked into the back kitchen, and to the charge machine. Continuously, he swiped the card, with the same error message. As he flipped it around, his stomach dropped, as he saw the card he was given was one of those that you see on display in the junk mail sent out. Even the name, Jonathan C. Doe, was just another sign to the imminent crime that had just been committed.

The waiter ran out to the table, only to see it empty. On it, a piece of scrap paper, with the note “Sorry for the Inconvenience. Pocket this for your troubles” with what seemed to be 150 dollars in odd bills inside. The waiter panicked, but glared around. He pocketed the vast majority in a back pocket, but left a five inside. He ran to his boss, and the calls began to go out.

Inside the car, the family was laughing heavily, but clinching the pains in their stomachs. They pulled off their fake wigs and mustaches, and pulled out the colored contacts out. The manager ran out, only to see a single pair of lights leaving the exit ramp, with a crime in their trail, a meal in their bellies, and a fast speed chase ahead.

[zeldaop]

Yippee...I'm famous and a great motivator. I thought it was a good story. I'll add my own to it. I wrote this for fan fiction about one of my favorite topics, LOTR.

Note: This is Sam's POV based on the scene from ROTK.

“My friends, you bow to no one.”

Who would've imagined that all these fine people and elves would kneel to four hobbits from the Shire?

I can understand their kneeling to Mr Frodo. After all, if not for his bravery this story could have had a far different ending, and one not so merry as all this. He risked life and limb, and even lost a finger to that Gollum creature, just to save Middle Earth. He deserves their bows and thanks.

Even Merry and Pippin deserve those kneels. Merry was an esquire of Rohan and helped Lady Eowyn defeat the Witch-king of Angmar. Pippin was in the service of Gondor and managed to save both Gandalf and the Lord Faramir. Those three did great and wonderful deeds, so I can understand the adulation for them.

Why are the kneeling to me? I've done nothing great nor brave, nor worthy of bows. Maybe I can just step to the side, move into the crowd.

He started to step behind Pippin, but was halted by Frodo grabbing his arm.

“No Sam, you stay with us. You are as much a reason for this celebration as any of us, perhaps more so.”

“Mr. Frodo, no. I've done nothing brave nor memorable.”

“My dear Sam, don't you realize yet that you are the reason I kept going. Your spirit and strength, your faith in me, your very stubbornness, is what kept me sane and whole for so long. The Ring would've taken me long before we reached Mordor and completed our task if not for you. At least twice you put your life in danger to save mine. You also had to deal with all the evil things I said and did to you.”

“That wasn't you Mr Frodo. It was that Ring.”

“Yes Sam, it was, but that is no excuse for how I treated you. So stand up tall and proud Samwise Gamgee, for whether you want it or not, you're a hero.”

“Me a hero. If only my old Gaffer could see me now.”

[GenericImbroglio]

Grah Infernal :) . That was made a while back after Lyric persuaded me to ... dont hit me for it, lol.
Love the LOTR story zeldaop.

[Infernal]

ahh GI, you didnt have to close your thread ;)

But meh, I used to do artwork.. but..kinda got lazy and now its not that good anymore >.<

[zeldaop]

I'd be interested in any feedback anyone has.
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The woman sat alone in a corner in the crowded room. Music and conversation flowed around her, but was not directed to her. At first glance she looked like an average girl, but upon closer inspection one would be able to see the delicate features of her face framed by luxurious wavy auburn hair. Behind thin glasses, her blue eyes gleamed with intelligence. If any had asked though, she would be the first to say that she was downright plain, even ugly. She seldom looked at herself in the mirror, would in fact go out of her way to avoid seeing her reflection.

So she sat, slowly sipping a glass of white wine that had long ago turned warm. She didn't know why she was here. She usually didn't do the bar scene, preferring instead the joys of a good movie, or a poetry reading in a darkened coffee house. Something in her though had wanted a different evening and she had obliged herself. She longed desperately for someone, anyone to talk to her, but none did. With a sigh she finished her wine and stood. One more drink, she though to herself, and then I'm going home. She wound her way through the crowd. Her gauzy black skirt twirled around her ankles as she walked. She moved with a dancer's grace, and did not go unnoticed. One man, only very slightly tipsy, grabbed her hands and dragged her onto the dance floor.

"C'mon beautiful, you move so gracefully, dance with me once," he whispered to her and placed his hands around her waist. He twirled her and began to lead her in a dance before she could object. She went along with him, but she knew she wasn't graceful. She knew that she was clumsy and oafish. After the song ended he released her and wandered off to claim his next partner, and she headed once again for the bar. As she walked. she wished she were normal, that she was worthy of attention, deserving of affection. She thought there was a vital part of her missing somehow. There was a gaping blackness in her that she was powerless, helpless to fill.

"What can I get for you?" Her musings were interrupted by the sensual voice of the bartender. She looked up into two of the greenest eyes she had ever seen in a human. Her mind, always fertile, always on, quickly ran through several scenarios, and she smiled a small smile to herself.

"Ma'am," the bartender inquired again. Patiently he waited and watched as she shook her head, as if getting rid of an unappealing thought, then opened her mouth and spoke.

"I'd like a Long Island Iced tea," she said in a pleasant, cultured voice. He nodded and removed the glass she had set on the bartop. As he went to make her drink he thought that someone with her voice would do very well in either radio or televison.

As the bartender turned away, the woman winced. She had always hated the sound of her voice. To her, it always reminded her of nails on a chalkboard. She was mildly amused at her choice of drink. She had intended to order another glass of wine, but the same impulse that had led her here, led her to order something different. She watched the bartender making her drink. She admired his skill in measuring the alcohol. She watched as he professionally mixed it and poured it into a clean glass for her. She reached into her purse and brought out her wallet. She opened it and pulled out the first bill she found. She looked at it then nodded. In their brief interaction, he'd made her feel human, and alive, and connected. It was well worth the price. He brought her the drink and presented it to her with a flourish and a small bow. Delighted, she smiled at him brightly. He looked at her. If he had thought she was pretty before, when she smiled she was beautiful. He blinked as if stunned and she used the chance to slip the bill into his hand.

"Keep the change," she told him and turned to walk away leaving the bartender to stare after her. He looked down to see what she had handed him and did a double take. She had given him a $50 for a $5 drink. He looked up again, but she had faded into the crowd.

The woman slowly made her way through the building. This particular bar had a rooftop terrace and it was there she headed. She carefully walked up the stairs so as not to spill her drink. At the top of the stairs she pushed open the glass door and stepped out into the night. It was a beautiful spring evening, and even though it was warm she had the terrace almost to herself. The only other people were a young couple who walked hand in hand around the terrace. She watched as they sat on a wicker loveseat. She envied them the obvious love they shared. She averted her gaze and walked to the opposite side of the terrace. The young couple watched her go. The guy thought, that while she was pretty enough she was no match for the girl he held in his arms. The girl felt an immediate sense of pity for the woman. She thought the woman may have just exited an unhappy relationship. She snuggled closer to the man she loved and hoped that nothing like that ever happened to her.

The woman set her drink down on table, and sat down. A warm wind caressed her face and brought the scent of lilacs to her nose. She inhaled deeply and thought about love in general, and the young couple in particular. She had had relationships before, and was no longer a virgin, but true love eluded her. She thought it was due to the missing part of her, but was resigned to her life as it was. She found herself wishing, however foolishly, that the young couple would stay together forever. She took several deep drinks of her beverage. She looked up as a door closed and she saw the young couple had left. She was now alone on the terrace. She stood, picked up her drink and walked over to the railing. She leaned over and looked at the empty street below. Faintly, oh so faintly, she could hear the music from the bar downstairs. On yet another impulse, she kicked off her sandals and carefully, very carefully, climbed over the railing. She stood on the very edge of the rooftop, her arms thrust behind her holding onto the railing. She let go with on hand and grabbed her drink. It was very important for some reason that she finish it. She downed the rest then let the glass slip from her fingers. She watched as it tumbled over and over finally hitting the pavement and shattering into a thousand pieces.

Suddenly, everything was so clear to her. She turned so she was facing the railing then let go and fell back. The wind rushed past her and she laughed. She felt free. She felt whole. She felt. She now knew what was wrong, what had always been wrong with her. She knew what was missing. It was her confidence, her faith in herself, her own self worth. Her body met the pavement and for a moment she knew no more.

The bartender was on his break and was standing outside enjoying a breath of fresh air. He nodded to several people including a slightly tipsy man and a young couple. He was startled by the sound of shattering glass. He looked in time to see the woman's body hit the ground. The tipsy man turned and threw up in some nearby bushes. The girl screamed and started to cry and her boyfriend took her in his arms to comfort her.

"Someone call 911," the bartender barked out, then walked over to the body. The woman lay in a pool of blood. Expecting her to be dead, he was very surprised to see her chest still rising, although very slowly. Her eyes were closed, but she wore the same smile she had given him earlier, and he still thought her beautiful. He knelt down beside her.

"Is she still alive," the young woman asked him and he looked up to see the couple and the tipsy man standing there. Before he could answer the woman opened her eyes.

She looked up at them. The bartender, the man she had danced with, the young couple. It was only now, at the moment of death, that she could accept their gifts. She knew why it had been important to come to this bar tonight. She was now whole, now complete. There was no more blackness. No more gaping void.

"Thank you," she whispered serenly then closed her eyes and died. The four people looked at the body then at each other. Each had unaswered questions, and an odd unshakeable feeling that in some way, despite the woman dying, they had helped her. In the distance sirens blared.

[LyricLee]

well wow Z, im kinda speechless. I totally did not see the ending of that coming. But i promise you you are one of the most powerful writers Ihave ever read. Seriously.

[Infernal]

Very symbolic Zelda ;)

[zeldaop]

Thanks guys. I'm glad you liked it. Would you like to read any more? I have several more if you're interested.

[Infernal]

Where's She Gone?



I walk away from this place
My mind is rushing with her face
And the loss...


Where's she gone?
Where's she gone?
The one I've loved
Forever On

Where's she gone?


Her eyes are gentle
And her hair shall flow
The one my heart
Continued to grow
Silk like skin
Beaming smile
Love endless
All the while...


Where's she gone?
Where's she gone?
My beautiful one
Forever On

Where's she gone?


I gave her my heart
She stole the key
Ive wandered around
To notice me
Harmonic voices We All Together sing...


Where's she gone?
Where's she gone?
The one I gave
Forever On

Where's she gone?


She glances back with a stare
Her only gift is which I care
But she walks away
And slowly lets me die...


Where's she gone?
Where's she gone?
The one who killed wishes of
Forever On

Where's she gone?


I entrusted my heart
And she entrusted hers
But she cannot bear the dreaded curse
Of leaving the lives behind
On which I cry...


Where's she gone?
Where's she gone?
The one I wished love
Forever On

Where's she gone?

Cold and Desolate... I will Push On...

[zeldaop]

This Tear

This tear I cry
I cry not for me
This tear I cry
I cry for thee

This tear I cry
That rolls down my cheek
This tear I cry
Does not mean I'm weak

This tear I cry
Who's weight I bear
This tear I cry
Which means I care

This tear I cry
I cry not for me
This tear I cry
I cry for thee

[Infernal]

Bull$hit: A Musical

I sit in this wretched sort of fit
These women seem to think Im a nit
Cruel, Careless, Dull, and Vain
Unfaithful, Unchival, and Insane
I'm thinkin' they're all full of $hit!

:thefinger:

[foolinthemoon]

now now Infernal, is that anyway to talk to your friends??? XD

[PerplexinglyMe]

How rude. You're such a nit. ;)

[Infernal]

nope... funny though, cause most of them are full of **** XD

[zeldaop]

I wrote this at and about work a few months ago.

The Operator's Prayer


Dear Lord,
Please give me the wisdom to realize that most of my customers are stupid, illiterate, rude idiots with all the common sense of a pissant. Please give me the patience to deal kindly with aforementioned morons, and give me the strength to prevent myself from calling them an a$$hole while they're still on the line because I really need my job

Amen

[PerplexinglyMe]

Tehehe. That one made me laugh.

[foolinthemoon]

Zelda ... that was great, I say a very similar prayer when bill collectors call...
okay... it's not so much a prayer as it is a rant... and it sounds like this...

"God! If I had the money I'd pay these jerks! Why do they call when they know I don't have the money! they act like i have the cash and dont' pay them for thrills! if i wanted a thrill i can promise you i wouldn't get it by paying the electric late!" Then I answer the phone and it sounds like this...

Hello?
Yes can I speak to Alaina/Ms. Barham
She ain't here...
Can I leave a msg?
What is this relating to?
This is HER personal business... May i have her cell phone...
CLICK <------- i hope that answered their question...

Riiinnnnnggg.... Riiiiiiinnnnggg....

Hello?
Yes, I believe my phone lost connection...
No I hung up...
(enter cussing of a foreign language here)
Click. <------turns out they don't like being hung up on... but they crossed the line asking for the cell phone number. Sometimes I tell them I'm in Rehab and sometimes I tell them I'm on vacation in Hong Kong... that really ticks them off XD Zelda... Please dont' become a bill collector... That was SO off Subject... so to make it up to ya'll... check out this, I hope to continue it ...

Desperado's Jewel

She looked out over the peaceful water as the boat glided along through the night. The soft breeze hit her face carrying the scent of the salt water and lifting her dark hair off her shoulders. She held her arms against her body noting the slight chill in the air though it was mid August. She wondered, God forbid, if he was thinking of her.

Dementia tilted her head slightly, allowing the wind to caress her cheek and bare shoulders. She was shocked when the hand replaced the wind and she jumped, though only slightly. She turned to see her Captain standing before her. His short slightly ruffled, pale blonde hair turning white under the moon.

“You can’t sleep either I see.” he smiled slightly and took a place beside her, leaning on the railing of the ship. “You did well today.”

Dementia smiled and looked at him, “Thank you Captain Galed.” Though he was down wind, she could still smell him, inhaling deeply. As if breathing him in would make a difference. She was shocked when he came closer and placed his hand on hers.

“When we are alone, you can call me by my name.” she looked at her hand covered by his noting the differences in shades. Hers was much darker making his seem even paler than it was.

“Menyw then.” she noted. He turned his body towards her, picking up her hand, tugging it slightly and forcing her to turn towards him. He held it against his bare chest, and moved in closer.

“You’ve seemed distant lately. I’m sorry you know, neither choice would have been the correct one, yet neither were wrong. You know that right. Darling?” He waited for an answer and Dementia silently cursed him for not only bring it up but also tagging on the darling, as he’s known so well for doing.

“I wasn’t thinking of that, actually. I’ve been adjusting, but still, you’re decision was far from my mind.” She dare not speak aloud that she was jealous of it all, not because she felt she deserved the position, but because the fact that he had to make a decision at all. It messed up all the fun they should have had. She missed their rendezvous’ in random rooms, his body pressed against hers.

The wind picked up and sent a chill through her, he obviously caught on and brought her closer still till she could feel every part of him. She closed her eyes letting his warmth travel over her and sighed. “What if Estelle sees us like this?” Estelle, the oriental girl that graced the ship recently, beautiful, deadly with her hands, and exceptionally shy at times. She and Dementia had bonded, but at the same time, Estelle bonded with Menyw, wanting him for herself. Dementia was not as beautiful, two large scars graced her face from sword fights and bar brawls. She wasn’t as fair skinned, graceful, or lady like, and rarely spoke softly. She didn’t fight for Menyw, cause she didn’t know it was a contest.

“She’s still asleep” he whispered into her hair as it was blown into his face softly. If she didn’t know any better, she’d associate this with friendship, or even love, but she didn’t want to think that. Too many times of late he’d misjudged her as a person, as a crew mate, and as a lover. Remembering that caused her to lift her head from his chest.

“I’ll be going to bed now. Good night, Menyw.”

[zeldaop]

I love your prayer/rant Foolin. That was priceless.

Now onto the creative writing. I wrote this way back in a college english class. It was supposed to be a short story that made the reader feel as if they were there. As I recall I only got a C on it, and a comment about it not being vivid enough.
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How Do You Say Good-Bye

Th anchored boat rocked softly as gentle waves lapped it. The man, boy really as he was not much past his 16th year, sat on the edge with his bare feet hanging mere inches from the water. He could smell the tang of the saltwater as it hung in the still of the evening air. He inhaled deeply, thinking of how he loved this place. The water, the salt, the very being of the small island. Most of his age mates, he could not truthfully call them friends as he was too different, spoke longingly of the day they could leave this place forever, never to return. He was different. The core of who he was, his very essecence was tied to this place. He knew every detail of the island, and its waterways intimately. He had explored them all since he could walk unassisted. To him, the familiar island, and all her beauty, represented God.

He thought of his family. He was the oldest child, and even with his six other siblings, he knew his parents worried about him. He was the quiet, serious child. He would think thoughts that were deep and introspective, thoughts that a normal child would not bother with. He had long ago learned that speaking his thoughts only worried, or angered, those who could not understand them, so he no longer mentioned them to anyone, not even his family. One by one, he brought up their faces and their names, and smiled to himself. They were his family and he knew they loved him unconditionally, and it was mutual. He tried to think of a time when he had argued with either parents or siblings, but could not recall a time. Being angry, being confrontational, was not him. It was his way to understand, to calmly accept, to blindly believe. Everything he was, everything he had strived to be, led him to this point.

A frown chased the smile from his lips and he reached beside him for the bottle. Still lost in thoughts of his family he brought the bottle to his lips and drank deeply. The strong whiskey burned its way down his throat, but he did not gag or cough, for this was not his first experience with alcohol. He had found that alcohol, even a small amount, would intensify his musings and thoughts, so he always carried a bottle with him. He never drank to excess, but never a day passed when he hadn't had even the smallest sip. He thought that maybe, someday in the not too distant future, he might have a problem with it, but for now it didn't interfere with his life, so he let it be. Tonight though, was the exception to any rule he might have had about his drinking. Tonight he wanted to get drunk. Tonight he wanted the escape, for tonight his world, and his place in it, had been shattered. It had all started, innocently enough to be sure, with a few words from his father.

He had just finished his chores and was about to go for a walk when his father approached him.
"Micah, I need to speak to you." He had stopped and waited for his father to continue. His father's voice took precendent over his urge to wander. He watched as his father fidgeted nervously, and he realized this was something very important, as his father was always, always composed and selfassured.

"Micah, this is not easy for me to say. You know of how people are leaving the island?" He nodded, for it was true. Families could no longer make a living from farming the rocky land and so would head to the mainland. Businesses would shutter their windows for good as even the tourist season was not enough to pay the bills. Micah felt a leaden weight start to form in his stomach, a weight which grew heavier as his father continued.

"I know how much you love this island son, hell I do too, but the farm is failing and I will be damned before I go begging the government for assistance in taking care of my family. Your aunt and uncle have offered us a place to live, and your uncle says the plant he works at is always hiring and he will put in a good word for me. All the plans have been finalized, and we will leave at the end of the month. That way we can be settled in time for you kids to go to school."

Micah took another deep swallow of whiskey. For the first time in his life, he cursed the way he was, the way he saw life. He had always been confident in his love for the island, and the way of life it entailed, but now, now that very way of life had betrayed him. The love he had so freely given was now being rejected and thrown back into his face. His very heart felt too full, to close too breaking. For the first time in his life, reality, cold reality, was now an obstacle in his path. He quickly downed the rest of the whiskey and stood up. The full force hit him and he wobbled unsteadily. Even in his current state, he took a moment to savor the exquisite feeling of being drunk. He turned to look at the shore.

How could he say goodbye to the very land that created him? To the very land that made him whole? To the very land that nurtured him and gave him strength?

Tears streamed down his cheeks and he unashamedly let them flow without wiping them away. A larger wave hit the boat and caused him to stumble against the rail. He looked down at the water and saw his own ravaged reflection. He nodded and unsteadily walked to the back of the boat. He wouldn't, no couldn't, leave the island. The island was him and as it died, so too would he. With a last loving thought for his family, he jumped off. As the cold water covered him, embraced him, his last thought was "I'm going home."

[GenericImbroglio]

http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k261/cliffycliffy45/imbrogpen.jpg

Did this last night before I sat on the phone for 3 fracking hours! Pen & Ink with Sharpie and took about 30 minutes.

[zeldaop]

Wow. You are really talented. That is so awesome looking. I am awed by your talent.

[LyricLee]

Holy freakin crap man, that drawing is incredible!

[gerbera]

Aaaaahhhh foolin, I just read what you wrote about the Jewel ... I Estelle only knew :P

[PerplexinglyMe]

Wow, I couldn't do something that nice in a bigazillion years. And I just realized the your initials (kind of) are GI. Like gastrointestional.

And I got new shoes, but no art. Because I'm no good at stuff like this.

[zeldaop]

Abandoned


Why have you abandoned me
I am as you have made me

Why have you abandoned me
What did I do wrong

Why have you abandoned me
And deprived me of your love

Why have you abandoned me
When I needed you most

Why have you abandoned me
When once I did believe

Why have you abandoned me
And left me only doubt

Why have you abandoned me
And left me lost and drifting

Why have you abandoned me
And would you please come back

[GenericImbroglio]

This piece I did on corkboard and carved out the large circles you see in the corners, and underlaid those with watercolored silk. The sillhouette of the house is done in white and black charcoal.
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k261/cliffycliffy45/Picture052.jpg

This piece was done on cardboard and distressed acryllic paper and attacked with Gesso.
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k261/cliffycliffy45/Picture058.jpg

I am working on a 160 foot long mural in my high school in my last year and this is just a tidbit of it. It is a commemoration to the arts. Pardon my terrible handriting but those are candidate ideas for it. It will be completed on large panels and we are going to use a pulley system to secure them to the wall. Already I have some fairly recognizeable icons such as the Mona Lisa and Van Gogh's self portrait along with a lesser known (at least to the lesser educated, lol) frame from "Gone With The Wind."

http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k261/cliffycliffy45/Picture053.jpg

http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k261/cliffycliffy45/Picture054.jpg

http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k261/cliffycliffy45/Picture055.jpg

http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k261/cliffycliffy45/Picture056.jpg

http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k261/cliffycliffy45/Picture057.jpg

[zeldaop]

God, you are wicked talented dude. Seriously, these works are great and I bow to you.

[GenericImbroglio]

Lol, thanks zelda :)

[zeldaop]

No More

No more demons
No more voices
No more pain
No more feeling
No more demands
No more longing
No more emptiness
No more you
No more me
No more

[Infernal]

Wordless Feelings


What can I say
What do I do
Undescribeable
One of few

Your hair softly
Flowing in the wind
Ecstatic serenade
Wish it never end

Diamond eyes are the torch
That light and lead my soul
End of day, good or bad
They always make me whole

Smile that entrances
Divinely too pretty
Luminates the sky
Grin so witty

Heart that is kind
Sweet and Nice
Feelings beyond
None else suffice

She is like no other
Unlike no other I feel
Words do no justice to
What I hope is real

For such a simple song
It rests a struggled spirit
Your heart so far away
But I swear I can hear it

And now the future comes
Store what I do not know
Wordless feelings I hear
Like no other I'll ever show

And life goes on, Forever I hope on

[Infernal]

Not Just a Thought

I've sat here wondering
My ear's been ringing
Can't get you off my mind
Your words are singing

But its nice
I wish you'll stay
But not just thought
But here, now, today

Not just a thought
Strong feelings sure do
I wan't you in my mind
And in my arms too

[zeldaop]

Time

The time has come
The time is now
To put aside
Our solemn vow

I release you from
Your word held true
I would ask
You release me too

The time has come
The time is now
To put aside
Our solemn vow

When first we spoke
We did not know
Just how far
We would go

The time has come
The time is now
To put aside
Our solemn vow

Time has passed
And we have grown
Time to reap
What we have sown

The time has come
The time is now
To put aside
Our solemn vow

[GreenStraws]

Ah, you guys are all so talented.

Im jealous.

I cant write or draw worth a damn, but I take pictures...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/Barrel1.jpg
Today at the rodeo, was the barrel closest to us.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/Runawayyy.jpg
Aye, my mommy said to call it "Runawayyyy!"

And I suppose, to make people happy, here is my crap drawing from this morning..
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/Flower-1.jpg

[Infernal]

Release

Look at your world
Yes, that world you've made
Hopeless you wander
Happiness to fade

And gone you've went
Mind lost in grim
The little sliver of light
Swear it will dim

And you wish to fly high
A kite across the moon
Or float a boat across the sea
YOu'll drink to a tune

Death's hand outstretched
Quite the charmer I know
Leave those who love you behind
To another place you'll go

Little you know
You aren't just alone
I'm always here waiting
Where you light's always shone

In my eyes, you do no wrong
I will always care for you
Each night I pray your life ease
And I hope you see through

Tell me I don't understand
And I'll tell you a tale
About the world I made
And my living hell

[GenericImbroglio]

Aww. Greenie, your stuff is awesome. And the flower's not as bad as you said.. :) Be peppy like your title, lol.

[zeldaop]

Greenie, talent isn't just about writing or drawing. The pictures you took are as creative as anything any of us have done. I wouldn't mind seeing more of your pictures. :-D

And, btw, your flower rocks. It's like 50 million times better than anything I could do. :cheers:

[GreenStraws]

Awh, thank you you guysss.
-huggles Cliffy and Zelda-
^_^

Aye, you asked for it Zelda.

~*~

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/cactusthing.jpg
Took this one while on the phone, hiding from demonic cousins...
Aye, you know when. xD Fiestaaa.
Told you. :D

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/Leiaaa.jpg
My ADD inspired picture of my sissy. :D
Shes mah baby. ^_^

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/Lime.jpg
I was trying to be artistic, and a certain 2 year old's hand got in the way.
But it looks cool, no?

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/Flag.jpg
The Greek flag.
Simple. I was at the Greek festivalll. :]

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/Nikita.jpg
My stepmommy's beloved kitty. <3

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/light.jpg
Lastly, my light-bulb. xD

[PerplexinglyMe]

My favorite is the kitty and the lightbulb. :)

[Infernal]

http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z56/InfernalFTW/planetb.jpg

Spent about an hour in photoshop on that... all hand made using glows and a custom texture

[PerplexinglyMe]

Wow, Infernal. I couldn't even get that picture right for the RP thingy...

That looks really cool. I like the glowy part of it, like a neon sign bulb.

[GreenStraws]

Will. Murder. Art. Thread.

Aye, Infernal, I told you already that I liked it.
Ringed planet.
I DARE you. :P
And Perplexxx, thank you mah dear. :]]
Isnt she a pretty kitty? I love how she glowsss.

Ive just been realy creative lately...
So anyway..

I was hopping through DeviantArt, and there was this dude that made these nifty landscapes..
So i got said programmm.

Tada?

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/Yesss.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/Puteriii.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/Meep.jpg

They take about an hour or so each [[And here i am, wondering how its 4 am already...]].
Fun though.
And shiny. Oh so shiny. :D

Note : Tis called Terragen.
Its lovely and free. :]]]
And, it makes everything in 3-D and renders it for you, based on numbers you put it.
So cool.
Sosososoosos cool. :D

[PerplexinglyMe]

Oh la la Greenie! Those look so real!

And your cat looks really fluffy and soft. Mine's fat.

[Infernal]

Very very nice greeny =D

How bout I make planets and you make their landscapes XD

[PerplexinglyMe]

And I'll watch.

[Infernal]

http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z56/InfernalFTW/AAAAA.jpg

Greeny's purple planet of doom!

Ill take requests

[GreenStraws]

Yayayayay!
I love you Infernal!!!!
:D
-tackleglomplickshuggles-

I made a landscape for it.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/purplee.jpg

:D:D:D:D
You make me happy m'dear. ^_^

Anywayz. Thank you you guys.
Perplexx, sounds like a plan. You can be emotional support?
Yay!
And yeah. Nikita kitty is /really/ soft. And she always smells good. :P
Like grass and sunlight and dust.

[zeldaop]

Greenie, I love your pics. They're wonderful.
And I like your planets kid. My request would be for a light blue planet full of water and very little land.


Cry To The Moon

Asleep in the night
Awoken by touch
Different than before
Something is wrong
The smell of beer
The moon through the window
Cry to the moon
She silenty cries back
I feel her tears on my cheeks
Old life is over
New life begun
Guilt and pain
My fault
Always and ever my fault

[Infernal]

http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z56/InfernalFTW/WhitePlanet.png

Ok Greeny! Landscape this puppy =D I really liked my work on this.. if I say so myself!

[PerplexinglyMe]

Very nice Infernal. I like it so much that I want to live on it. Except that I would, you know, die.

Edit: I've found a couple of pictures of my own that I like.

This is my piggy bank Fredricka.
http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b348/CarbonBasedMe/Fredricka.jpg


This is me as a bikini-clad cookie.
http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b348/CarbonBasedMe/cookiesunbathing.jpg


And this is a pretty flower.
http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b348/CarbonBasedMe/uk06Picture067.jpg

[Infernal]

http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z56/InfernalFTW/blueplanet.jpg

There ya go Zelda, gave me a chance to try out new lighting effects and eclipsing stuff

[Infernal]

http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z56/InfernalFTW/zeldaplanet.jpg

Zelda's Planet

[zeldaop]

Thanks kid. I luff my new planet. :love1:

[PerplexinglyMe]

I want a planet too!

[Infernal]

Better Off Dead, Or Never Alive

Well they locked up their daughter
Son battered the hatches
Mother closed the windows
Father tied down latches

In the middle of the street
In the cold of the night
Stood the man with eyes
That shone like moon light

No one knew why
He never wronged them
Yet no wonder that
Why they hated him

They sent him to war
He won barehanded
Sent him places
No man had landed

Ringing the doorbell
Roses in hand
Gun the chest
His body met sand

Sitting in waiting
In a white laced room
No love to hold him
No comforting womb

No family to caring
No purpose to strive
He's better off dead
Or never alive

[GreenStraws]

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/ice-1.jpg

Finally got around to it Infernal.
:]

By the way, perplexx, youre pictars are lovely.
You should show us more. :]
i love the one of the piggy bank.
Its so pretty and colorful..

[Infernal]

yay! love ya greeny

[PerplexinglyMe]

Oh, its so pretty and icy. I love it.

So, you two, what does my planet look like? :D

This is the splodge of water that leaked out of a cup. My father claims he took the picture, but I'm pretty sure I did.
http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b348/CarbonBasedMe/P1010012.jpg

These are just some pretty trees in my neighbor's lawn last fall.
http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b348/CarbonBasedMe/DSC01415.jpg

And this is the sidewalk next to the trees.
http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b348/CarbonBasedMe/DSC01414.jpg

[p$ycho$immer]

Since I never got to enter the "Out of This World" contest, I have two piccies for you. Since you are doing planets right now.... :p

http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z297/psychosimmer/Bordales.jpg

http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z297/psychosimmer/Test.jpg

"The frozen world holds many wonders..."

[GreenStraws]

perplexx, I loooove the water one.
Its amazing.
Like.. Just wow.
Thats the coolest damn picture Ive seen in a while.

And p$ycho, I like the one from the land...
[probably cause Im landscape lass]
But.. Coolie. :D

Edit :

Im in a bad mood, so I figured I'd make something pretty.
To me, they all look the same...?
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/Oohnew.jpg

...
And then I turned it green..
I got tired of blue atmosphere settings.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v507/AlyssaMae974/Oohnew2.jpg

[PerplexinglyMe]

Oh, Greenie, very pretty.

I like the blue one best, so I call dibs on it.

It belongs to me! Got it?

Oh, and I quite like the watery blob too. Thanks. :D

[zeldaop]

Ohhh...such wonderful pictures, and planets, and landscapes. There's a bunch of really creative people here. Here's my latest creative entry:


The veil is black
Through which I spy
All others far ahead
"Please wait," I cry
"Don't leave me here"
They laugh and run
They do not understand
But one who stops
And does turn back
And reaches out a hand
My spirit soars
My heart sings
Someone, indeed, does care
So solemn does he look at me
So slowly lowers down his hand
A single tear escapes his eyes
A look, a nod, a sorrow
As he turns his back on me
The sunny rays now hid by clouds
As I accept his judgement
No more the fight do I offer
I let myself subside

[GenericImbroglio]

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/wouldyou.jpg
Thought I might try to show my love of history through something a little more artistic...

[zeldaop]

Wow Cliff. Very nice.

[LyricLee]

Cliff that is just absolutely awesome!!!

[GenericImbroglio]

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/beatles.jpg

[GenericImbroglio]

The waves reached for me with frothy pale fingers beckoning across the sands. They slid closer and closer to the road, nearer and nearer as the high tide rolled in. But they never reach.
They never have.
They retreated, gliding back to the azure hue that marked the uncertainty between land and sea. And as if a stubborn child, the sea reached forward again, flowing out, nearing me but no. The waves never reached this far.
They never would.
In Gatsby style the waves shot back, repressed, but ever willing to have the unattainable. There was an ambiguous border between this land and sea, but my thoughts dwindled not on that, but of something truer to Fitzgerald. I thought of a past that while distant, was heartwrenchingly close; loved and hated. The unattainable, repressed icon of my life and dreams which I could not have.
Love.
And with love out of reach but ever-present, it taunted my heart and kept me vigil, as if my routine was to revolve around her.
The waves drew closer, nearly touched, and fell back...


Lemme know what you all think :)

[GreenStraws]

Cliiiiiiiiiiffffffff.

Its lovely. :P

You should write more.

Ah well.
Awesome, possum. ^-^

[zeldaop]

That was a very beautiful piece Cliff. It was very descriptive, it makes one feel they are at that very place, experienceing it. Great job.


Smile

How easy does the outside smile
Appear upon my face
But never deeper
Does it go
It strikes no chord within
Yet people blindy do accept
What only eyes do see
Few, not most, can see more
Than with a naked eye
They can see
A heart thats torn
An aching, broken, thing
Which only yearns for peace
Those few, those dear
Those special ones
Who make a heart feel lighter
Who make the heart truly smile
And mirror whats outside

[GenericImbroglio]

Oh thats beautiful Zelda. See everyone, she has real talent :)

[PerplexinglyMe]

Greenie, you used my words! :D

And Cliff, you are very amazingly talanted. I insist that you post more for my enjoyment.

Same goes for you, Zelda! I love your poems, they're simply beautiful.

You two need to share your talant with me. xP

[GenericImbroglio]

His silent eyes, opaque with a diminishing vibrance, stared at the long corridor of the alleyway, into the glassy, shiny facades of the streets where Art Deco towers rose and pierced the black sky. Searchlights panned the plaza as the Jaguars rumbled by and the loose skirts and loose legs tramped across the pavement to greet them. There was an exhuding light over everything and it overflowed from the trumpets of the ragtime bands in the new symphony hall, a commemoration to the world made by men who survived a war to end all wars. They were after all, the men that mattered.
Glittering jewels and a mask of makeup covered the clacking flappers as they scampered across the street, unmindful of his eyes, of his life.
Through that alley lay the world where the underworld spoke. Leaning against the sooty statue of a weeping angel stood Tortellini. Yes, oh Tortellini, what wonders he once beheld in his hands.The peddler magician who not only illuminated a flash in his hands at the astonishment of the many, but illuminated happiness from a flick of his tailcoat. He had grown gaunt now. Obtuse in appearance, his eyes sunken and black. He had become one of them. One of the abandoned...
The Abandoned...
They lurked in the dark, locked from the main streets to decompose within the back alleys. To descend, to diffuse into the shadows, as the world around them danced. The women, in tight bodices and morose faces, with torn parasols and charcoal gloves once ivory, hid in cobblestone shadows. They had the eyes of Tortellini, that vanishing brilliance. The men, stenched of their labor, with black pinstripe suits, all of them, clutching hardship in their hands. They too had the eyes of Tortellini, those same dying eyes.
A violinist somewhere in the tunnel streamed their hand across their tool, yet no magic could come even from the harmonious tones. No magic would.
These were thhe Abandoned, the city's lost, and Tortellini, just a peddler magician, had become the flash. He was one of them. Gazing ahead down that tunnel, the long black tunnel of brick and stone, with the pinprick of light at the end, brilliant of life, light, and beauty, was propelled backwards. He glanced at the fellow Abandoned, so dark when compared to the world of metal and glass outside this tunnel. Yet so greater. There was in this exchange, as Tortellini held stance between the two worlds, the overwhelming sense of propulsion, the demolition of reality, and the outing of the flame in the eyes of himself, and his Abandoned...

[zeldaop]

OMG Cliff, it's wonderful. It's dramatic in an understated way and full of poignancy. It simply defies one to read it and not be touched or moved in some way.

[LyricLee]

Cliff you are an amazing writer but you know how I feel about that. You have a beautiful talent of making words into magic!

[zeldaop]

Mirror

I looked into the mirror
My reflection looked at me
I looked into the mirror
And deeper did I see

I saw into my heart
I saw into my mind
I saw that I was not alone
There was one who sought to find

The difference in herself
The difference too in him
This was no casual lark to try
This was no mere a whim

The answers to all questions
Lay buried deep below
The questions did burst forth
As swiftly falling snow

Not a word was spoken
For that would be too stark
But many words were spoken
As they looked into the dark

As one they tried to uncover
Secrets buried in earth
But only one discovered
A value, a reason, a worth

The other simply faded
As ghosts are wont to do
When their time is ended
When their time is through

I looked away from the mirror
For I could no longer bear
The pitying face that looked back at me
And caused me such despair

[LyricLee]

Zelda - friggin awesome poem! wow.

[GenericImbroglio]

I like to take pictures every now and then.
Take a gander?

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/l_9e1fa6d77410cf0848db0dbb5a964f33.gif

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/l_35bcce2b9a15ed60fb1e20c9d91f5705.gif

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/P9190064.jpg

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/l_b523eaa7b7929b7a1368171cf7715f1b.gif

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/l_a6ce93e062da2b25da6adb0686375c72.gif

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/l_b2a1b051b376d2b4b0dd20b35aefbea9.gif

These next few I used mi madres camera so bear with me and the horrible little dates at the bottom. These were taken last Friday....

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/Picture011.jpg

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/Picture014.jpg

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/Picture021.jpg

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/Picture023.jpg


And one last one I forgot, lol.
This is of a small lane called Weiland off of Old Agnes Road...
http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/l_e43669ce4c6900b9fb5baf9f818ea01b.jpg

[zeldaop]

I Can Not Be

I can not be
What it is you expect of me
I can only be
What is best for me

The sight of promise
Dying from your face
Affects me more
Than you can think
Than you can ever dream

I can not be
What it is you expect of me
I can only be
What is best for me

I have tried
To live for you
To live my life
As you deem best
To deny the heart of me

I can not be
What it is you expect of me
I can only be
What is best for me

The pain I feel in knowing
That I will never meet
Your expectations for me
Cuts me deep inside
And leaves a bitter scar

I can not be
What it is you expect of me
I can only be
What is best for me

All I've ever wanted
Was to be good enough for you
But that will never happen
For I am only me
And that to you
Is never what is best

[GreenStraws]

I have no title for this.
Its raw emotion, feeling, and boredom.
Probably the worst description ever.
Whatever.
Its mine.
I can write too.
Just not often.


After everything.
The insults, the lies, the silent, secret betrayal...
Lost in the comfort of soft, white fluff..
The wind howling outside the window
Sounding like voices of the dead, shrieking
Crying
Calling, for something
The book, thin pages between shaking fingers
The words gone unread
Blurred
By tears and disinterest
The cold somehow seeping in through the closed glass, the sealed door, the dormant fan..
All in silence but the howling, the rustle of the pages, and the far off bass of a song.
Slow, bored, confused thoughts.
Random people,
places,
moments,
memories...
Nothing else to think of.
But happiness.
Delusion.
Joy.
Hot tears making silent paths down flushed, fevered skin.
A path.
A mark.
Look, weve been here.
Weve claimed this as our own.
Its ours.

[zeldaop]

Greenie, what a powerful poem. It's beautiful and at the same time heart-wrenching. It's as good, if not better, than anything I've done. I would like to read more if you would post them. :love1:

[zeldaop]

I was playing around with my camera at my cousin's reception today and got some neat shots, so I'd thought I'd share them with you. :love1:

http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e362/zeldaop/Meghan%20Wedding/PICT0002-1.jpg

http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e362/zeldaop/Meghan%20Wedding/PICT0006.jpg

http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e362/zeldaop/Meghan%20Wedding/PICT0004.jpg

http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e362/zeldaop/Meghan%20Wedding/PICT0031.jpg

http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e362/zeldaop/Meghan%20Wedding/PICT0034.jpg

[GenericImbroglio]

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/Andthewavesclasp.jpg

[zeldaop]

Nice one Cliff


Beauty


Is beauty of the outside
More important than beauty from within
When a face that's pretty
Can conceal a heart
That's dark or self absorbed

Is beauty of the outside
More important than beauty from within
When a face that's ugly
Can conceal a heart
That's light or freely given

Is beauty of the outside
More important than beauty from within
When people stop and stare
And on looks alone
Do make their snap judgements

Is beauty of the outside
More important than beauty from within
In this day
And in this time
Unfortunately it is

[GenericImbroglio]

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/Picture038.jpg

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/Picture039.jpg

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/Picture040.jpg

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/Picture041.jpg

[zeldaop]

Those are beautiful Cliff. I love clouds and sky pics. :love1:

[GreenStraws]

So, while I listen to upbeat musics.
I shall copy down what I wrote in my journal earlier.
Its really just a whole page of drawings and words, with some structure.
So Ill put down what'll make sense.
A bit. :p


Alyssa's Journal : Written Out.
[Yeah, this is actually what half my journal looks like. But with PICTURES!]



So it ends.
A charade.
A fantasy.
A nightmare.
Never to be forgotten.
Never wanting to remember.
A broken shard
Of a crystal shape
Rests upon cool tile.
The coldness creeping into the sparkling glass
Forgotten.
Abandoned.
Replaced.
A delicate balance,
A gentle happiness.
Destroyed.
Lost.
Done.


What could have been,
but never grew.
What could have soared,
but never flew.


Once cannot help but wonder.
What would have
Could have been.
If fate only cared,
If time only waited.


A Fleeting Moment In Time
can mean nothing.


Love.
An illusion.
A lie.
A false hope.
A dream.
That no one shall ever achieve,
but everyone will yearn for.


Illusion.
Lies.
Love.
Just a haunting memory.

[zeldaop]

Greenie, the words are beautiful even if the meaning is not. :love1:


Alone

Alone
Through the void
Through the cold
Through the dark
Through the desolation

Alone
True unimportance
Finally understood
Fragile whole now shattered
Never to be reformed

Alone
Useless to reach out
Useless to help
Useless to cry
Useless to care

Alone
Drifting alone
Forever and forever
Always
Alone

[GenericImbroglio]

The waves reached for me with frothy pale fingers beckoning across the sands. They slid closer and closer to the road, nearer and nearer as the high tide rolled in. But they never reach.

They never have.

They retreated, gliding back to the azure hue that marked the uncertainty between land and sea. And as if a stubborn child, the sea reached forward again, flowing out, nearing me but no. The waves never reached this far.

They never would.

In Gatsby style the waves shot back, repressed, but ever willing to have the unattainable. There was an ambiguous border between this land and sea, but my thoughts dwindled not on that, but of something truer to Fitzgerald. I thought of a past that while distant, was heartwrenchingly close; loved and hated. The unattainable, repressed icon of my life and dreams which I could not have.

The town of Fulton never held much for its permanent residents. The gift shops bore the same postcards they had 10 years before, and Alice Faye's always had the same lunch special. The Victorian Italiante Fulton Mansion hid behind a flurry of windswept palms, as it always did.
I came down and stayed every summer however, and these brief summers I would spend in the town were to me, the same evanescent thrills akin to the glow of fireflies on the hot coastal nights.

I was in love with a town.

Hayley Daniels...
The belle of the ball of Fulton, or so it was ideal. She was the darling child of a family that had claim over the town for 100 years past and 100 years future. I had heard her name and seen her face in the paper, but she held no interest for me. She was just a girl that had praise thrown at her while she curtsied and giggled. Or so I deduced from the Herald.

That was until I went to the beach.

The skies grew foreboding and the lead hues unfurled as the palm fronds saluted these ominous wisps. Then came the hail, that while making soft thumps in the sands, clattered a cacaphony of row on the Sandollar's boardwalk, under which I hid.

“I’m going to die. I’m going to die…”

Hayley was crouched in the shadows behind a rotted pillar. She had cringed every time the pillar would shake from the hail above. Her head turned to me and with a teary face, smiled. I suppose when one believes they are going to die, that the most that can be scrounged for is a smile.

This meeting had been magical in the sense that in such a time of naïve childhood development, I would find something as mature as love. I felt something very overwhelming when surrounded by Hayley in the following weeks. It kind of enveloped me at the sight of her. This childhood romance that had a timelessness of a thousand years was so magical that to me, it seemed that of an era long past.

When on the beach, we would chase the waves, the ever retreating waves, yet we would scream in delight and fling ourselves to the shore when they came chasing back. I usually stumbled and fell and the waves washed over me, a foamy effulgence. She never was overtaken by them. She was far too fast. Yet upon turning around to see me soaking, she would smile at me kindly, the wind sweeping her hair, and would run and beckon me towards the road. I was in love.

We went to the theatre. Oh the theatre, and the magic it held the afternoon of our visit. We shared a popcorn as would be the typical childhood sweetheart, and it was an ecstatic event when I reached my hand over. I felt so daring, inching my fingers farther and farther to my left, till finally, the rested upon hers. She turned to me, smiling, her eyes reflecting the silver screen, her hair glowing from the dim lights. I was in love.

I walked her home to the new façade of Art Deco houses that littered the streets behind the buffering sways of palms. She would smile and dart into that twinkle of her eyes that would taunt my dreams and heart for many a year to come. The sunset would blind me as it rebounded from the water, but Hayley didn’t seem to mind. As we stood on her stoop, I was battling myself.

Do I?

I leaned in. She leaned in.

“I had a lot of fun with you today Cliff.”

I smiled. She smiled.

“Heh, yeah… me too.”

She stopped smiling and leaned in.

This was it. No more kid stuff. I was going to be grown up. I leaned forward and-

“Hayley? Are you out there?”

Her mom screamed through the blocky glass windows and as she turned her head, my lips grazed her cheek. Hayley laughed and went inside. I laughed watching her silhouette through the windows. I was in love.

I lay on the beach that night, as I did any other night, listening to the waves that would crash against the shores and climb across the sands, occasionally swallowing my feet. I stared at the stars that were like Pollock as they scattered across the heavy coal sky. I saw her face in the gleam of Sirius, in the glow of Orion, and in the haze of the Dippers.

I was in love.

That was until I went to the beach.

The skies were ominous and the incoming swells echoed a day that was far different in result. No hail this time, but it started with specks of rain. They clattered upon the glass of the Sandollar’s Bait & More.

There was Hayley, here eyes hollow as she stared at me across the sands.

It was the end of summer. The end of the timeless romance that had seemed so perfect.

“I leave tomorrow morning.”

She nodded in silent agreement. I reached toward her, coming to her for a last embrace.

But it did not come as she turned away, and walked toward the road, here eyes full of tears, and the waves chasing her heels, but never reaching. It was the end of summer. It was the end of love.

I was alone. Or at least I felt so. There was an emptiness in the world that never seemed present before. It had the feeling of when a balloon is inflated, the suddenly deflated, but left stretched and worn.

The innocence and naïve nature of a childhood romance is never to last. There are too many factors opposing us, too many who would never understand such a simple complexity. I knew this as the rust-beaten Cadillac left the drive of the Sandollar Hotel and tore down the main stretch of road connecting Rockport and Fulton. I felt this as I saw a familiar figure standing in the sands.

Hayley stood amongst the short dunes, holding a small yellow flower in her hand, barely a fleck of yellow in the morning light. I could see the tears though. I could see the tears as the waves struck the beach, chased up the sands, and then, overwhelmed her, and swirled around her legs.

[zeldaop]

Cliff, that was a beautiful story. Very descriptive and very real. :love1:

[zeldaop]

Distance


"I love you" she said
Instead of a greeting
"I know" he replied
And dreamt of their meeting.

The distance between them
Both of time and of place
Could not defeat them
Nor leave barely a trace

"I love you" he said
As he ended the call
"I know" she replied
And looked at his pic on the wall

The distance between them
Both of time and of place
Could not defeat them
Nor leave barely a trace

"I love you" they said
With tears in their eyes
"I know" they replied
As they said their goodbyes

For the distance between them
Of time and of place
Was great enough to defeat them
And leave quite a trace

[GenericImbroglio]

Thats beautiful Zelda...

Here is my bedroom, which believe it or not, takes a lot of vision and passion to create such an atmosphere...

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My room is teh awesome no?

The following are just me screwing around with a camera...

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/Picture095.jpg
This is my Family Room, Mom let me design it with a Victorian Western theme utilizing a lot of my great-grandmother's antiques, including the sofa and chairs, and the number of old tools.

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My bird ^-^ Love the angle, I do.

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Dying roses on the Dining Room table...

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Hidden vase in the Family Room.

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Perfumerie!

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And, my favorite shot taken today.

[GreenStraws]

Cliffffffff.

Your room is awesome..

But.
Your.
Bird.
Is.
So.
Cute.
-squee-

[zeldaop]

Whenever I have a heavy heart or full mind I go to the Peninsula to commune with Nature. It's my favorite place to go when I want peace and solitude. It helps put things in perspective.

Anyway, I thought I'd share some pics and maybe some of what I was thinking when I took them. :love1:

Were these rocks tossed aside as man tried to tame the virgin territory, or were they brought in by the waves lifetimes ago?

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Once this balloon floated majestically and proudly through the sky. It once brought joy to some little girl, but now lies dead. One more piece of worthless detritus washed up by the tide.

http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e362/zeldaop/Peninsula%202/PICT0019.jpg

Are Bob and Wilma an older couple, reaffirming their love? Or are they teens, seniors perhaps, trying to insure they stay together past the end of the school year?

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I have left my mark. Until the next rainfall that is, people will know that I was here.

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Now just some random pics.

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[zeldaop]

More random peninsula pics. :love1:

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[zeldaop]

The Price of Detachment

Is there a price for detachment
A soul empty now
The feeling, the knowledge
You're so out of reach

Would you pay the price gladly
Accept all the debt
Do you feel it somehow
Do you rue of the choice

Would you turn back time
If only to gain
The piece that's been lost
The piece with no name

Do you know what is missing
Do you know what is lost
Was it something too vital
Or simply unneeded

Does it change who you are
Does it change who you've been
The price of detachment
The change from within

The price of detachment
Was there ever a choice
Has it ever been
Too steep of a cost

The price of detachment
A price all must pay
At some point in their lives
we all play the game

Is it only a lie
Or some greater truth
Is it a force of some evil
Or some hidden good

Does it make you feel worthy
Or fill you with doubt
Can you bear it, the weight
The price of detachment

[GenericImbroglio]

New pen and ink pieces!

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/Picture102.jpg

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/sketch01.jpg

Thought I'd post em and see what you all thought! Love me some criticism ;)

[zeldaop]

D**n Cliff. There's nothing to criticize. Those are fabulous. Have I ever told you how talented you are? LOL! Great job. :love1:

[GenericImbroglio]

New piece. Pen and ink with pencil. Lemme know guys ;)

http://www.exnemsims.com/forum/attachment.php?attachmentid=3544&stc=1&d=1195153936

[GenericImbroglio]

I wanted something really wicked so I created this. This tells the story of Lear's two treachorous daughters Regan and Goneril in Shakespeare's high tragedy, King Lear. I call it, Queenlyness Is Next To Ungodliness...

http://www.exnemsims.com/forum/attachment.php?attachmentid=3550&stc=1&d=1195244449

I ended up destroying a picture frame and sitting on the floor for hours with XActo knives, lol. Lemme know what you think :)

Kudos to the lot of you that recognized part of this as a former pen and ink a few posts above...

[LyricLee]

Ithink that is the coolest friggin thing you have EVER made!! I want it cliff!! Ill pay you lol. Its amazingly awesome!

[zeldaop]

Holy s*** Cliff. It is wicked awesome. :love1:

[GreenStraws]

Okay wow.
So Cliff is talented. :p

I haz poem! :o




What beauty.
False. False beauty.
Once a pretty face, marred by tears.
A red nose, swollen eyes.
Eyelashes wet, stuck into little clumps.
Its a cold night,
She pulls the blanket around her tighter.
Nothing.
Her body is chilled the bone, shaking with sobs.
What a terrible feeling.
Loss.
That places it perfectly.
Cold.
Cold.
Cold.
All she can think of is the cold,
Pulling at her skin.
A perfect sensation.
Better than pain.
Better than heat.
Better than nausea.
Cold.

[GenericImbroglio]

http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s210/GenericImbroglio/herarmsoutstretched.jpg

[LyricLee]

JESUS cliff! wow. Ok i want you to make me art for my house like now. I absolutely love this one

[zeldaop]

Impressive Cliff, very very impressive. And very well done. :love1:

[GenericImbroglio]

Thanks all
^-^
Means a lot to me that you like it.

[GenericImbroglio]

We had to write couplets which we were to exchange in class, and then extend villanelles from. My original couplet was:

Pray not with the lines of her confined blood,
Apres nous le deluge, after us comes the flood.

However, after exchanging that, the couplet I ended up with, and hence had to write on was:

Oh no! Giant robots are crunching our homes!
Look out! Their metal teeth will munch on your bones!

And while this piece may seem naive and tactless on the surface, it really has more depth to it if you look closer. So, lemme know what you all think.



Circa 1938

Run Orson! Flee! Go away from your home!
The robots, in suburbia hell, androids on the rise!
The robots are after your blood and your bones!

They'll eat all your couches, barbeques, traffic cones!
They'll throw your labrador down a well, in spite.
They'll destroy your petunias, the mechanical clones!

But the robots do more than just destroy your homes.
You appliances turn as well, go hide!
Beware, beware, the army of mechanical bones!

Homicidal coffee makers, sadistic dishwashers join the row,
Along with the robots, sprinklers of doom, go ride!
They take to the streets, a brigade of mechanical drones!

We cannot defeat them, they've surrounded our homes!
They've already invaded, they've soiled on our pride.
They've deflected any bullet, like mechanical stones.

Quck Orson! Flee! They've got Mr. Jones.
We cannot defeat them, they've slaved and we've died.
Oh no! Giant robots are crunching our homes!
Look out! Their metal teeth will munch on your bones!

[zeldaop]

It's very good Cliff. Even more so because the the origianl idea was not your own, yet you took someone else's words and made them your own. You are as good a writer as you are an artist. :love1:

[zeldaop]

Good and Evil

I climbed up on the mountain
I climbed up to the top
I stood upon the mountain's peak
And looked down into the world

And men of evil I did see
As they went about their time
Rape and theft abounded
As misery was brought
They reveled in corruption
And caused pain and suffering
They smiled, oh so thinly
As they wantonly destroyed
Those who would defy them

But also,too, did I see
Men of good and right
Who with willing hearts
And joyful mind
Set the world on balance
They cleaned up all the wrong
The men of evil caused
The consoled the hurt
And healed the wounds
And faced evil defiantly

I watched the wars
Of good and bad
As they raged upon the world
Wrong won sometimes it seemed
But then good would often counter

Of all the people
Who lived below
Choosing sides was required
No middle ground was considered
By those on either side

For time forgotten
I watched them wage
Bigger and bigger battles
Til finally none remained
Except me upon my mountain

Cautiously, carefully
I left my mountain peak
I wanted to see
With mine own eyes
If anything remained

And what I found
When I came down
Caused me so to weep
For two survived
Two single children
Who knew naught of good or evil

Two single children
To repopulate the world
To learn themselves
of good and evil
And of ways to change.

[GenericImbroglio]

Major kudos Zelda. Seriously, wow.

A Certain Class of Classical

A scarlet orb drops


The weathervane pierces the roof,
shrieking in delight.
The fishscale shingles cascade brilliantly
tapping a steady beat
The floorboards sigh lightly as the fog rolls in
dominating Persia
The stained glass shards swiftly swoop
tinkling, clinking glasses


They appear at 11:23


They, the spectors of time dance from the walls
popping the champagne
The party sounds as the chandelier blooms
luminating the ragtime
The beams rock as the ghosts waltz on
dancing to time's rot
The ceiling vaults tumble upon the ball
laughing as it floats down speedily


The walls can go.
The roof may fall,
The yard overgrow,


The waltz goes on....

[zeldaop]

Damn Cliff...you aren't exactly a slouch yourself. I love the imagery, the gracefulness, the rhythmic flow of the words. You have a unique gift to be able to make others see in their minds what you describe so eloquently. :love1:

[GenericImbroglio]

Yeah but still not nearly as good as you Zelda. Yours is the only what I could hope to resemble

[zeldaop]

Nah Cliff, you don't want to resemble me. Your works, your voice is your own and is reflected as such. I am flattered, seriously that you think my work is good, and I take it as a great compliment. If there is a difference between our writings, and I don't think there is, it is only in experience. I am older so I've had more time to work and have had more experiences upon which to draw on.

You are a great writer Cliff, and will only continue to get better. :love1:

[zeldaop]

Time and Again

Aimless and adrift
On a changing tide
The true purpose lies hidden
In shadow and in fog

Only questions are constant
Am I me
Is that good enough
will I fade

Time, fleeting time
Is the sole enemy
With doubt and worry
As it's minions

Others ahead and
Others behind
But no help is forthcoming
All are as lost

Should we band together
Is strength a real key
Can we find each other
In this hour of need

It seems that once
Not so long ago
We were all together
But I can not remember

Did we fight
Did we strive
To get through this life
Not as one, but as together

Time it seems
Plays tricks with the mind
For I do not see clearly
What I think I know

For now, it seems
We are all resigned
To floating on the current
Alone

[LyricLee]

Wow Zelda thats so beautiful!!!

[zeldaop]

Thanks chickie. It means a lot to me to know you like my writing. :love1:

[GenericImbroglio]

Fantastico Zelda-oh! ^-^

Speed: 12 Knots

Her biw broke these uncharted waters
As if to quench a desperate thirst
The land which our fathers ignored, just beyond
The swirling fog
Less certain than gilded pages
More so than their context
At least to her

Speed: 16 Knots

Her bow broke these uncharted waters
Pierced battlements of cloud
Fathers' taunts lost to roars of sail and steam
The swirling fog
The land beyond
Rejected by gilded pages
More welcomed than their hubris
At least to her

Speed: 24 Knots

Her bow broke these uncharted waters
The sun started to lead
The land came, to welcome us just beyond
The swirling fog
The land beyond
Our fathers'
Embraced their gilded pages
More humiliated they
At least to her

Speed: 0 Knots

Her bow halted in these uncharted waters
Steam rising lazily to clear skies
Nothing, nothing, nothing just beyond
The swirling fog
The land ensured
Our fathers'
A hope...
Less certain to we who saw nothing
Ungrounded the once-vindicated fathers.

And she awaited patiently to pursue yet another pipedream,
To sail to yet another promised land which did not exist

[zeldaop]

Ok Cliff, that gave me goosebumps when I read it. It's deep and powerful and conveys great emotion and meaning.

Have you ever given serious thought to having your works published? I think they are that wonderful. :love1:

[GenericImbroglio]

Well to tell you the truth Zelda, no. I don't really consider myself up to par enough to be seriously considered for publishing. I just throw my own twist on things is all.

[zeldaop]

You might not think you're up to par Cliff, but I will tell you your stuff is as good as any I've read in any book.

But since no book is forthcoming, I will content myself with whatever you share with us here. :love1:

[GenericImbroglio]

Caroline's Passage

The body of carefree Caroline,
He staggered through the snow,
The only passion he had ever known,
And salty scars traced down his cheeks,
Lay dead in her lover's clasp.
Which had once blazed from her kisses.

Deeper into that winter night,
He staggered through the snow,
Deeper into an abysmal hell,
And treked near Death's river,
He ventured to those icy waters
Bearing a tender of delicate means.

Death's vessel rode the frigid waters,
He staggered through the snow,
To guide her to just beyond,
And passed her on to renewed passage,
An icy fog where a bank should be.
To pass with Him to deathly worlds.

A stormburst of light blossomed,
Her eyes began to flutter,
As she left her lover's tight embrace,
Stepping willfully into his vessel,
And took her hand with Death's.
To glide away brilliantly through mist.

The golden light of carefree Caroline,
He staggered through the snow,
Had traveled to her land beyond,
Awaiting his own immenent journey,
The icy fog where a bank should be.
With Death across his stickly river...

[zeldaop]

Beautiful Cliff. Also touching, poignant, masterful, and sorrowful. Hat's off to you my friend. :love1:

[GenericImbroglio]

Thanks Zelda. Ive been trying to write a lot more lately. Sharpen some bits I guess. Thanks though

[zeldaop]

Light and Dark

Child of light
Met child of dark
In an empty lane
On a winter's afternoon

"Why are you here"
Said child of light
"When your being here
Serves no purpose"

"I am here"
Said child of dark
"The same as you are
And my purpose is just as great"

"How can it be
It can not be
For light is always better"
Said child of light importantly

Child of dark pitingly
Looked at child of light
And in a soft voice
Replied most earnestly

"That is not so
The only difference is
The way we came into
Being

For you were raised
On love and joy
On things one always
Boasts of

I was raised
On pain and hate
On things one does
Not speak of

Yet we are the same
For I am not broken
And my soul
Is still intact

I still can feel
I still can love
I know what's right
And what's wrong

I embrace the differences
In all mankind
And am not
So quick to judge them

I know my strenghts
I know my flaws
And knowing
Makes me stronger

I won't forget
What made me so
But I will forgive
Lest I become too bitter"

And child of light
Wept tears of shame
To know he was not
As pure

He had seen
With outside eyes
And not bothered
To look deeper

And in that lane
And in that hour
Child of light
Grew wiser

And in that lane
And in that hour
Child of dark
Grew brighter

And in that lane
And in that hour
Both were saved
And both were found

For light and dark
Can not exist
Without relying
On each other

[GenericImbroglio]

Very inspirational Zelda. I love the whole imagery with the light and dark, the constant battle in literature, being an actual support for each other. Very intimate. Major kudos.

[GenericImbroglio]

Scorpio + Gemini

In desperation,
Ever-repressed Scorpio reaches out yet again
To capture sunshine in her jar,
To ensure that stemless spades be kept near.

In desperation,
Skyward bound Gemini flies lofty yet again
To maintain his youthful poke at life,
To ensure stemless spades be left afar.

In desperation,
Lonely, lovely Scorpio chases with jar aloft
To catch that soaring innocence,
To ensure those heights stay near.

In desperation,
The fleety, fickle Gemini flies further upward
To stay away from her claustrophobic confines,
To ensure that his heights stay afar.

In desperation,
Leaping, willing Scorpio clasps tight her lid too soon
For she had not held him tight,
Ensuring that her Pandora tucks away her Hope.

In desperation,
Lofty, airy Gemini sought further too near the sun,
For his wax wings unwound,
Ensuring his tumble to a sea which could not take him in.

[GreenStraws]

Heh. I love how this thread has turned into a poetry battle between Cliff and Zelda.

Amazing work though, you two.

[zeldaop]

Lol Greenie. I wouldn't call it a battle though. Would you Cliff? :love1:

[GenericImbroglio]

Nah. I just think we're the only ones who post anymore.
I did get a Writer'sCafe page though. You should get one Zelda. I'll friend you *bribes with cookies* ^-^

Inferno In Our Midway

The Ferris Wheel once towered
Over our abandoned park
With spindly spines aloft,
But bicycle spokes to us,
Dominated only by our pride,
The ivy,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze...

And in that long-spun Carousel
Of our abandoned park,
Despite chipped paint,
We rode the pastel stallions,
Broken only by our innocence,
The mesquite,
And of coursem the inferno,
The blaze...

The roller coaster once had power
Over our abandoned park.
The cloud-worthy cars,
Just fog-worthy,
Struck still only by our wishes,
The thorns,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze...

And when you fell down, down,
From our abandoned park,
From the trestled tracks we strode,
Your memory had gone blind,
Diseased,
And of course, swiped.
Stolen...

The Midway once had charm
In my abandoned park,
Taken only by a fall, the brambles,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze which stole away the rest
As I waltzed into the flames.

[LyricLee]

Cliff I friggin love it, Your imagrey(how ever the hell you spell it) is awesome.

[zeldaop]

That's a beautiful piece Cliff. It's both powerful and wistful at the same time. :love1:


The Stage

The scenery is painted
The props are lying by
The hands all know their places
The actors all know their lines
The stage is set

People filter in
Programs are bought
Seats are found
Conversations are hushed
The audience is ready

The curtain rises
You take a breath
And step out into the spotlight
You start the show
With a mighty wail

And time does pass
As if in years
As you act
A life
Upon the stage

The words you speak
Are of your heart
Not of a script
As you make the role
Your own

With love and laughter
With tears also, too sometimes
You act the ups
You act the downs
Your character experiences

You feel as if you're growing
In your time upon the stage
You are becoming wiser
As you immerse yourself
And give it all you have

You wish it would last forever
But like all shows, this too must end
With a single tear, a fond regret
You give one last bow and leave the stage
The curtain ringing down

[GenericImbroglio]

Oh I envy you Zelda. Ive been wanting to write something stage-like myself

[LyricLee]

How beautiful Zelda. It sounds like youve performed before. Its really great

[GenericImbroglio]

Seriously, she needs to sign up at Writer'sCafe.org
Tis amazing and Zelda can post her phantasmajoria there *nods*

[GenericImbroglio]

Need help with a title guys...

Tick, tick, click, tick
Her dark blood slashes a 't',
Ugly black disciples in her wake,
Her sacrifice stamped and sent.
She, submissive to the words
Of the creator.

And as he stabs away,
Wildely,
His touch assures with each strike,
That despite her blood loss
And sickly lines of Royalty,
The keys to her release, imminent,
The late night,
Near an end.
For Oscar always lovingly mended
His ever-faithful typewriter.
Tick, click, tick, tick.

[zeldaop]

Relic of a Bygone Time

Silenty it stands
Halls empty
Rooms empty
All empty
But not dead

Only sleeping
Slumbering deeply
Dreaming it's dreams
Dreams of happy times
Dreams of memories
Dreams of yesterday

Waiting for the day
Waiting for love
Waiting for laughter
Waiting for life itself

Life both new and old
To let it awaken
To let it breathe
To let it see
To let it live

To bring it back
Back to glory
Back to splendor
Back to it's heydey
Back to itself

To restore it
It's pride
It's luster
It's elegance
It's simple joy

To give it back
The one thing
It craves the most
It's one sole desire
Above all others

To give it back
It's dignity

[GenericImbroglio]

Fidelity is Fashion

Alice dear,
Your Mother painfully threw me
Upon seeing your vanity mirror
After I had painted it over.
Ochres swept scarlet taboo forms,
And admiring my fresh masterpiece,
You laughed,
How you laughed!
Overwhelmed by such novelty,
Screams of protest high,
As She flung me to the cobblestone.

My Alice,
Your Father banished me promptly
Upon seeing your vanity mirror
After I had painted it over.
Brushstrokes built swirling damnation,
An gazing upon my new masterpiece,
You laughed,
You wept,
Distraught by conflicting worlds,
Bittersweet tears traced,
As He evicted me from your sight.

Oh, Alice,
I crept in your bedroom window
And saw your moonlit vanity
No longer painted over,
Chipped away.
Smudges replaced by familiar shadows,
Intaglios of imbroglios,
Just beyond the glass.
And you, turned away from the frame,
You wept,
How you wept.
Willingly restored to repressive Reflections,
To mirror just Mirrors.
No want apparent,
As I silently left your sobbing figure.

[zeldaop]

Bravo Cliff. A masterpiece if ever there was one. :love1:

[GenericImbroglio]

Not my best but I do love the idea of painting over the mirror.

[zeldaop]

The Dancer

Dance for me
My pretty one
My constant faithful one

Bedecked in orange
Draped in gold
You dance seductively

You draw my eye
You warm my soul
You waylay all my fears

All who see you marvel so
At the depth
Of your performance

You're strong enough
To fall the might oak
Yet fragile against the current

Your passion shines
With an inner glow
That brightly shows outside

Though beautiful now to look upon
It all too soon
Fades away

So dance away my pretty
Dance to morning light
Dance til end is nigh

[zeldaop]

Widow's Walk

Born strong she was
Of heart and mind
She would not, could not
Cry or weep
To do so would make her weak

Married long
These fifteen years
To a man who fished the sea
And would not weep when he left
Even though he might not return

She had borne to him
Four much loved sons
Though only one remained
No tear escaped her steely eye
As she laid them all to rest

Her eyes stayed dry
When her remaining son
Said he was old enough
To go to sea
And be just like his father

With no little trepidation
She watched them venture forth
A final wave, they turned their backs
And headed out to sea
And she began her dry eyed wait

The minutes turned to hours
And hours turned to days
And still no tears
Wet her cheeks
As a year of days had passed

One by one were honored, those the sea had taken
As every name was read out loud
Many tears did fall
For all names but two
A wife and mother wept

She stood cold and silent
As the empty graves were filled
Not even when two rough hewn crosses
Were placed into the soil
Would she let herself break down

She stood upon the widow's walk
And the wind whipped around her face
The tang of salt
The ocean spray
One single tear splashed down

Once a day
She let a tear escape
As she watched the sea
Forever more
Just longing for a sign

The villagers grew accustomed
To seeing her at day
They did not see
The single tear
That would roll down her face

And so it went for a span of time
Til one day she did not appear
And the village turned out
To bury her so
Amid a spate of tears

[zeldaop]

A Daughter's Lament

Tomorrow I thought
I'll do it tomorrow
After all, time was there
Years it has been since we've seen each other
But with us it was always so

Family members never understood why I loved you
Or stuck up for you
And I couldn't explain it was because
Because of who you were
I could explain away your absecences
By what you did do for me, for us

Even so, it hurt
Knowing I had your name
And your face
But not your heart

I'd like to think you loved me
But even now at this moment
I don't know if you did

Even in your final time
There's hurt, and not only because your gone
Simply because it appears you spared no thought for me
Or at least your family didn't
The who isn't as important as the result
I suppose

So I'll just shed my tears
And rue the choices, good and bad
That we both made
And the fact that tomorrow never came

So good-bye my father
I just hope, wherever you are
You know I did love you

[GenericImbroglio]

Beautiful tragedy Zelda. I'm so sorry that you had to have something such as this break you down today.

[GenericImbroglio]

Songbird/Raptor Rhapsody

We appear center stage aglow,
To waltz divinely with their songs,
For an audience austere, estranged,
To what could not be gilded alive,
But now we dance our masquerade.
"Dear composer, strike overture."

Confining costumes impress,
As the quickening waltz takes off,
The distant audience distorts wildly,
As the spins you heave spin lose air.
And as we dance-
"Evelyn? Are you fine love?

High notes lost to vaulted heights,
While you stagger from your steps.
The audience inquires darkly,
While you leave the golden tunes.
A sweeping violin stays on,
And follows your graceful fall.
"Don't look at them Evelyn"

Swirls of tafetta aflame,
As I pop your corset stays.
Audience agasp and angered,
As you sob for unbroken air.
Your mask cracked upon the floor,
A chasm through the shallows.

And you,
And you...

Curled naked upon the naked stage,
Bare threads upon bare boards,
More truth in your form than they,
Who could never understand,
They who lusted after songbirds,
While musing a rhapsody of raptors.

[zeldaop]

Beautiful Cliff. It is a very touching piece, and has instantly become one of my most favorites of all your works. :love1:

[zeldaop]

The Scent of Lavender

Slowly and majestically
Fades light from time of day
The colors and the shadows
Merge into one embrace
As night doth fall
On tender ebon wing

The candle's flame dances madly
From draft and trembling hand
As I roam and as I shuffle
From room to room
Trying, vainly, not to think
Of her

She whom my mouth curses
And my heart cries out to
She who lies in cold repose
Beauty undimmed in memory only
She who broke the promise made
A double score ago

Soon time, my resolute master
Hastens me to slumber
And as night before
Battle is waged
Sleep always the victor
And I succumb, the vanquished
The pillow still smells of her scent
Her sachet

Lavender

Lavender surrounds me
The field is rendolent of it
The soft green grasses caress my legs
AS I travel deeper
To her
As always I once did

To forest clearing, to forest glen
I approach in muted sounds
There she lies in all her graven finery
Upon a bier of stone
Green eyes hidden by closed lids
Auburn hair cascading to the ground
By the god, I love her still

CAMILLE

Her name alone causes me to shiver
And to speak her name aloud
Would cause me to weep with joy, with loss
At the sound
For an eternity I gaze at her
Her eyes open and I can not bear it
In the blink of mine eye, I look away

Without a word she rises
Daintily, gracefully, she walks into a copse
Helplessly, hopelessly,brokenly I follow
For I know what is coming
For soon it will end, as is always does
She will disappear and I will wake
Alone...and waiting
With both dread and anticipation
Of the next night's journey

But I am surprised

She does not disappear
She stops and holds out her hand
I reach out with wondr
My hand no longer of age
But of youth

She laughs, her musical liltting laugh
And I bravely look into her face
"Come my love, come my heart, come my very own"
Her lyrical voice entices
And I put my hand in hers

Our hands so clasped
Our hearts entwined
We head into the ether
And all around us
The scent of lavender

[Straw]

I created a poem, just something I whipped up in class one day. Me and my friends were bored in English so we decided to make up poems about school and how much it sucks! lol
Mine ended up turning out rather dark, but my friends laughed all the same! :D
School is a dark and brutal place that sinks happiness and kills joy.
It sucks you down into the dark hole, draining your likes, your feelings, your individuality and your common sense.
Ropes so tight they sqeeze you, unable to breath slowly you loss your train of thought.
Clones everywhere you go, mezmerized by false promises and evil followers.
You will loss yourself, you won't be you, they will suck you dry until................
You are no longer you.
I know it's totally stupid, I'm not a very good poem writer! :(

[zeldaop]

The Sentence

Tried and convicted
But accused of no crime
No witnesses
No evidence
No defense
No alibi

Just one as judge and jury
And executioner

Sentence to be carried out immediately
No mercy to be shown
No clemency to be granted

Sentence as follows:
Banishment
Exile
Abandonment

Justice, undeserved
Is swiftly delivered
As one by one all turn away

The wrongly, falsely convicted
Merely accepting judgement
Numbed into acceptance
By the ultimate betrayal
Of trust, of friendship, of love
Unexpected, unlooked for
But all the more devastating
For it's being so

The sentence of no crime