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Sunday, August 28th, 2005

Posted by:yasue.
Time:11:50 pm.
vocaball

If this is not allowed, please forgive me and feel free to delete this post. Thank you. =D
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Saturday, January 24th, 2004

Posted by:gemmah.
Time:11:34 pm.
x-posted through my journal, sorry to those who've already read this. thought i would liven up the community since its already dead, sadly. :(

(collab with a friend, this is the second chapter i wrote)


“You are such a bitch!” he whispered yet held a firm tone and I smiled at it. It was wonderful to hear him tastefully spit out vulgarity, something I had grown accustom to in the past few days. I walked over to the shelf, taking out a book that had captured my eye. I focused on the book cover; I had always admired the books that felt like they were soft and almost melted in your hands. “Are you even listening to me?”
“No, I’m not; your voice is just barging into my thoughts on a constant whim. I have blocked you out from all existence.” I had always enjoyed my sarcasm; it always dripped off from my tongue at the most appropriate moments. My eyes peered over towards him, I could see he was still pissed, and it had me grinning. I yawned, tiredness overwhelmed me for just a few seconds before I refocused myself at the task at hand—well, book at hand in this case. He just stood there with such revere. Revere? No, he couldn’t have compassion before me; it was all intertwined with his anger and stubbornness. Well, my stubbornness, and his anger. It was fun; this was fun, and this book really got me interested. I turned the cover and looked at the pages on the inside. Skipping towards the first chapter I started reading, ignoring his presence once again.
“Are you just going to stand there and not even defend yourself? I just called you a bitch.”
“As you did,” I remarked not even glancing up from the book, “all that was just idle threats. Empty words, your words need compassion, emotion, and maybe more so love.” I accidentally said that last word with a bit more strength than the others.
“Love?” He was shocked more than I was at my tone. I could feel his eyes bearing upon my back. I whipped around and looked at him.
“Yes, love. I’m sure you know what love is.” I nudged him in the arm and started walking towards the register. I think my last statement held a bit of sarcasm in it again, in which gratefully made me smile at the cashier. He was cute, and he smiled back with the same silly grin I composed.
“That’s all you needed miss?” he said with a semi deep voice. This made me blush a bit. He had blue eyes too; oh a match made in heaven.
“Yeah, that’s all I needed” and your phone number, and maybe a night on the town. Sure? Great, stop by at my place at seven. I held this reverie in my head for a few moments; I’m pretty positive I looked a bit foolish towards him.
“12.97 is your total.” I took out a ten and a few ones and set them in his hand, touching his palm for a few seconds before I retracted. He gave me my change along with the receipt and I was off with a brown bag with my newly bought book and an angry guy in tow; angry that I still haven’t given him any sort of reaction towards his words.

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Monday, November 17th, 2003

Posted by:nirvanablue.
Time:5:44 pm.
a spasm of the diaphragm
is the final failed attempt to capture
the life

my fingers sieze around
the fire and my
teeth melt

forehead first and crashing
faster than the last
four who went before me

i fall frantic into a random
heap of feathers
and knock the air fast from
my flailing capillaries

leaking out into the frigid
steam rises and falls
somewhere far off and
unimaginable

'A' for effort
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Monday, November 10th, 2003

Subject:"metaphoric possibilities"
Posted by:reallyrivka.
Time:11:55 am.
I love you with your eyes like stuttered melodies
with your nose like a dancer in flight
mouth like terminal tomorrows
tongue like regret

I love you with your eyes like cancers
with your eyelashes like flittering cures
wrists like semi-colons
legs like emdashs

I love you with your eyes like answers
with your eyebrows like unasked questions

I love you with your eyes like prayers
with your ears like repentence

I love you with your eyes like fire
with your hair like ash

I love you with your eyes like punctuation
with your body like poetry

I love you
with your eyes

**to be maybe handed in with my creative writing portfolio. give me feedback! i need all the help that i can get :)**
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Sunday, November 9th, 2003

Subject:let me know what you think ...
Posted by:nirvanablue.
Time:10:40 pm.
i'm new and i have a ton of things to post in here so i will make a place to beginCollapse )
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Tuesday, October 21st, 2003

Posted by:adudeabides.
Time:12:19 pm.
Nameless, joyless he writes. Ink rolls drearily.
Drearily.

Pensive, always, he hides behind his blowing mask, a mystical angel in stumbling idiocy. His mind swirling dimly, dry as summer. As he sits there, he feels his own heartbeat. Sees it in his wrist, a visible palpitation. A panic takes hold. A blithe moan sounds, lewd in some way but more a clamber for stability...sanity.

He closes his eyes, taking a breath to steady himself. Cautiously, his eyes open.Outside the window he can see clouds tumble sadly in their steady path, the sun licking their edges in sharp relief.
Steady. Steady.

A mystical angel? A soft, dispassionate chuckle at this vanity. Then a frown. His mind stale, running through the same thought again and Again. A sense of abandon takes hold, the smell of decay touching the back of his mind to brief for realization. No mirth in this Decision. No mirth in life. Always an undertone of isolation.

A slow, mental disintegration. Sanity there, but overwhelmed by irritation.
Annoyance.
Fury.

A desire for relief.
A desire for Release.
A desire for Peace.

The sigh of quiescence. "The Decision will have to wait," he tells himself as he carefully sets the pen on the table. It never improves, but there is always the hope, the possibility that passion may someday be felt.
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Posted by:adudeabides.
Time:5:38 am.
He settles into his usual table - a two-seater near the front corner of the bar, abandoned at this hour in the day. The view of the grey, littered street fully unobstructed. Dismal, yet somehow comforting. He savors the surroundings, despite the sour grime. His eyes shine; muted giggles often severing silent moments before quick suppression. Sipping the beer, he studies the street. A VolksWagon bus peeters past, dwarf against the face of the warehouse. Long since abandoned, it gives no hint of disrepair. Fifty years down the road it will look the same. The rain settles into a faint drizzle.

coldly, the sun drifts.
again and do it Again.

A squirrel scuttles across the sidewalk, disappearing in the darkness of the wareouse doorway. It reminds him of a baseball player bobbling the ball. The air presses in, threatening to smother him. He laughs loudly for no reason, though it sound supiciously nervous. In all honesty, confusion in Certainty. A heavy sigh escapes the throat. A surge of desperation - or is it determination (?) - warms normally dry eyes.

a silent scream
ponders...unfamiliar want
flawless desire


Reveal yourself, a true, pure light. Dizzying.
Revolting, yet enticing; it's own Dark Trick.

One, two, three...

He responds to pursuit.
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Sunday, September 14th, 2003

Posted by:gemmah.
Time:1:54 am.
Mood: curious.
so i have a question, what do you guys do when you are stuck on a peice of writing? any ideas to help it go along?
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Wednesday, September 3rd, 2003

Posted by:yourmooseyfate.
Time:10:58 am.
IF ANYONE HAS ANY MAJOR PROBLEM WITH ME DELETING THIS COMMUNITY, SPEAK NOW OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR SOMETHING OR OTHER.
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Sunday, August 3rd, 2003

Subject:Twiddling thumbs is a fool's pastime, heh.
Posted by:dream_eater.
Time:9:18 pm.
Mood:creative.
"For the Moment"

For a moment, I forgot it all.
I felt like letting go. I did.
The world around me slowed.
The wheel of life had come to a halt.
What in this mind should be so forbidden?
One cannot say at this time.
Friends of old passing now.
Moving on and growing old.
Weary with the cares of every day.
We suffer, you see.
Attached. Dear to eachother.
Ties begin to break- others mend.
Becoming ally to the foe.
Not knowing what lies beyond this bend.
Who knows what time will bring?
Broken hearts, undying friendships...
For a moment this world lay still.
Frozen in thought without any cares.
Ceasing to exist for but one moment.
Let this come to an end.
Set the wheel in its endless motion.
Fear the unlived life.
I cannot do this on my own.
And shall never again until I've let go.
And so I have- for the moment.

--poem by me :P
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Saturday, July 26th, 2003

Subject:A Poh-ehm.
Posted by:tehjai.
Time:1:49 am.
Mood: exhausted.
wreckhouse

the storm begins
its rolls of fog arouse
the waves; they come ashore
and they whet the appetite
of the barren rocky coastlines
to give up what lies upon them,
the shacks and the plants and
everything in between

it reaches the mountains
clad in their coats of green
the table-like tops
barren-- like the coastline
forced to relinquish its
property of trees and towers
within the rain and the wind
but standing
defiant all the while
as the storm pounds, pounds
into oblivion

a house stands there
caught between
the storm's fearsome might
and the mountains
in their stubborn stance
unable to resist
the power of the wind
it fails, a wreck
only to be remembered
within the lore of this place
and within the pages of our own
sad, stormy memories

okay, I wrote that AGES ago.
And now I shleep.
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Sunday, July 20th, 2003

Subject:A-Sexual Scene
Posted by:tehjai.
Time:9:54 pm.
Mood:awake.
So it's Harry Potter fanfiction thing. Ignore the details of who's who and enjoy it for what it is. ^_~

Don't Click If You Don't Like The Racy StuffCollapse )

Um. Well. Yeah.
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Saturday, July 19th, 2003

Posted by:gemmah.
Time:7:01 pm.
sorry for crossposting

The midnight sky sparkled as she hasilty grabbed her jacket in an effort to keep herself warm from the chilly evening the wind gave. The trees were her only accompanimant, along with the street light that buzzed and flickered from time to time. It was the first time in her life she felt lonely, sitting there on the cold park bench. She stared down at the aged photograph, it only had been a few years since the photograph was taken, but it felt like it had the antique touch to it.
"Come on! It's just one photo. Please?" He gave his infamous pouty look and she smiled, reluctantly. She reached around his shoulder, grabbing onto him as they pulled close together, their temples touching as the flash went off, hopefully capturing the moment of happiness they displayed.
A wet spot dropped down onto the photograph. She couldn't tell if it was because of her tears or if God was crying along with her. If anything, it didn't matter. Rain or tears, the photograph would be discarded along with him. Everything that reminded her of him was left as an illness that kept reoccuring month after month.

still working on it.
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Posted by:eyescatchfire.
Time:3:39 pm.
This is part of a very large work in progress. I'm unsure about the ending, the last couple of paragraphs or so.

Tattoo.Collapse )
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Subject:progress in work
Posted by:reallyrivka.
Time:12:43 am.
work in progressCollapse )
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Friday, July 18th, 2003

Subject:the for later
Posted by:yourmooseyfate.
Time:7:44 pm.
as promised.
i don't think i like it much at allCollapse )

yeah, i didn't do my paper yet.
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Subject:shizzle
Posted by:yourmooseyfate.
Time:11:07 am.
first: welcome to dream_eater and jai! you both posted great stuff and i'm sorry i didn't get a chance to comment on it. i'll probably go back and do that later. i hope you guys don't hate it here, because really gemmah and i are the only ones who haven't died, i think. hook more people in, it will be a definite improvement.
second: fragmented ideas and too many pronounsCollapse )
i will continue to decorate my daily conversations with taking back sunday lyrics, yes.
third: I HAVE TO GO WRITE MY EFFEN TERM PAPER NOW. bye<3
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Thursday, July 17th, 2003

Subject:Presenting A Lame Haiku
Posted by:tehjai.
Time:9:41 pm.
Mood:creative.
Storm clouds approaching
swirling with the misty sky
Rain precedes the dawn.


Oooh baby yes! O_o
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Subject:I'm new :O!
Posted by:dream_eater.
Time:8:41 pm.
Mood: crappy.
gemmah said to join, so...I joined. Here's crap stuff, done by moi ^^; heh:
Poem-ish thing, I guessCollapse )
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Subject:murgle
Posted by:yourmooseyfate.
Time:2:25 pm.
can i tell you that i'm insanely jealous of nikki's community, desnuda? you can all go join that one now, it's way more awesome than this poor, freakish baby of mine.
i'll post something new a little later, maybe after the weekend? who knows, who cares? no one, no one.
<3 sorry for being such a nag. i'm just a drama-mama i guess.
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