zizbiz

Unquestionable Topic Number 5 Impending doom was inevitable. We all knew it was coming, and yet we kept marching onwards in our misery. Dozens of black faces upturned to stare into oblivion. To gape into a wall of features just like theirs. Desperation and anxiety washed any traces of high spirit to the gutters. It made their lips tremble, and heads bowed in sheer realization. They filed out around a corner, not in straight lines, but in jagged masses. Groups of people huddling with anyone they could; perhaps for the smallest bit of comfort as they glanced over their shoulders one last time to watch their family members disappear. Loving a

It was late, yes. But he was out and about, not a glimmer of weariness among features as gorgeous as the dark side of the moon. Admittedly he had his faults, but those were hidden away like secrets beneath a portrayal of beauty and grace. The reason being his deep violet eyes had no sign of emotion, aside from the glint of lust, which was because he was so near to the peak of his pleasure that he was shaking. His body was wracked with trembling, as he held the unconscious persona in his arms. He cradled her head like a porcelain doll, as if to protect her and keep her in mint condition. It would seem that he meant no harm, aside from the f

I do not feel this way about the Holocaust, but as my comment states, I needed a new point of view. What happened to Jewish people was horrific, and I hope to never see it happen over again. This might be short, but I am hoping it is powerful. I embrace them; the comforting room that will hold me soon welcomes them. The skeletons march inside, clothe-less; walking corpses beneath me that would shortly become unmoving, in a matter of minutes. If only they knew that the things said about my haven were nothing but lies, the words a mere betrayal. The room had seemed inviting from the outside, but from the way people looked at the faded yellow-g

On foot and on horse, they were ready to scour the streets, and dump their dignified glory upon them. The mortals grinned, knowing that their supremacy made them some what…immortal. They had been told and drilled again and again on the tactics and on how they would win with hardly a scratch…and still the thought of a war lingered and tightened the air around them. Or was that tightening in the atmosphere of some other unearthly power? It could partially be of both, for up ahead the only three elementalists they had were conjuring the spirits of the sky and air they breathed. Their arms were raised like preachers giving sermon their power simp

                   Dallas closed the door behind himself, smiling back into the hallway as he had just agreed to have some hot-chocolate. His cheeks flushed, he turned to look out into the progressing cold weather. There was not yet any snow-flakes falling, but there was evidence that Jack Frost had done his rounds. Crisp white iciness covered the edges of the apartment buildings surrounding his…and hers.                    He let his fingers into his jacket pocket. He had to make sure it was still there. After a year since they had first met, he knew he had jumped into the deep end. He was in love. His fingers gripped the small velvet

             A small hand reached out to him in his delusions and he couldn’t take it anymore!            He slammed his head back into the tiles behind him. The old ceramic squares protested the beating, and he did it again. He felt something dislodge and he hoped that it was from his head. He prayed that it was his brain falling out or his skull being crushed into tiny little pieces. After all he deserved what he got. But no, all he found when he reached up wearily to see if he had broken the bone was blood.  

One; “I Hate You” One; Depressing rain One; “I love you too” One; Walking cane One; New baby is born One; Loved one passes away One; New jeans torn One; Promise to stay One; “Will you marry me?” One; Nasty car crash One; “Give me your money!” One; Scout’s badge sash One; “Don’t hurt my baby!” Another; Held at gun point

                 Winter… as much as everything was dead to so many, but for Dallas and Tera things seemed to be blooming. She was in her very last stages of pregnancy. The baby would be here soon, and the house was adorned with children’s clothes toys and bath things.                    It was cold outside, but inside the heater wasn’t the only thing keeping them warm. Their love was stronger than ever and now Dallas didn’t have to worry about her so much when she went to work…because she didn’t. Maternity leave, you know. He was the happiest he had ever been, and the happiest he ever would be. This feeling co

               She was so close, and so warm. Curled in his lap, she leaned on his chest with her eyes closed.                Dallas waged war within himself. It was the strongest side take all, and the strongest side was slowly getting the better of him. He clenched his jaw, and closed his eyes as well, so as to block her image.                Good and Evil bickered cruelly beneath his pale complexion and, for the first time in a long time, Good was winning. He felt a pang of guilt, an

Los Angeles. It reminded him of angels… at least the name did. The place, not so much; in fact, quite the opposite. He felt as if this city had something mysterious and new pulsing through its highways veins… Through it’s back alleys, and dark corners… Something lay hidden and he wondered, quietly, to himself where, immersed in the crowd of people, the secret was? It was habit for Tallon to think this way; natural like. He was always the super-natural among the norm. He had always been a bit out of the way strange.             He shoved his fists into a long coat… Not quite trench coat, but matching in his ominous s

“I Want To Drown, In Cold Water” 7-20-07 Our bodies collide Like the ocean and the beach Wet and salty, sweat You pull me down Into you Like a rip current Pulling me asunder You roll me under I reach up My fingers through Your hair My hands trace The curves of your face The round of your breasts You press your stomach to mine So I can’t touch But, I’m in no position to argue So I run my fingers Along your sides You squirm and giggle A little bite on the neck Tells me stop Or not, I’m not sure yet All I’m sure of is Your breathing in my ear The warmth of your breath My hands on your hi

“The Story Of The Poet And His Pen” 8-09-02 Tell me the story of the poet and his pen About his hopes and glories that never end. He is said to be old a thousand fold The hero of a hundred stories told, Was old in time but young in years. When ink ran dry, he wrote in tears. He sang his songs of love and hatred, As the words raced through his head. Writing in prose or writing in rhyme. Not always in measure or metered time, Or meaning that was for everyone to see. Not offering the answers, just his story. As the ink did flow, Poems and stories would grow. A pen the only tool of this poet sage. His lifeblood pouring

“Afterglow” 6-3-07 Like the afterglow of a match Lingers on, long after it has expired You light in me, feelings buried So deep, I forgotten, that they existed Like the afterglow of a kiss Lingers on, long after you have left You burn in me, passion reflected So profound, I could never loose it Like the afterglow of love Lingers on, long into the night I may not know what is best But I understand what is true Like the afterglow of a poem Lingers on, long after it has been read I may not understand what you meant But I do understand what it means to me And in the afterglow, that is all I can ask

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away… Wait, no, that’s not right… Once upon a time, in…..in… Okay, fuck that start. Let’s try this a different way… In the boarding school of Somlame Skoolname lived many young men who were preparing themselves for the world. Though not one of them was human, they all took unbelievably human-like forms and had unbelievably human-like attitudes and speech patterns. It was peculiar, very peculiar indeed. But, at the same time it wasn’t, since they attended that school to prepare for their lives on Earth where they would do much good for the human race. Only one of th