Poetic
16 March 2008, 04:23 PM
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The Promise
REVENGE
The wax from the candles lit inside the quaint room melted and fell away, drying elsewhere as if being reborn. The woman who lay upon the bed; she would never be reborn or given another chance, regardless of all the hopeless hearts that longed for just that. A red rose lay on her chest, weighed down by her icy fingers – the fingers of the woman that so many had loved… that so many had cherished in vain. No one longed for those fingers to warm again more than the dark haired man who held a rose in his hands as well, tears streaking down his face as he brushed one of his fingers against her cold cheek. The rose fell softly to the floor, going unnoticed as the man bent down over the woman; a tear fell from his eye and landed upon her pale face, making it look as though she was merely saddened, as if she would wake up again. He pressed his lips gently upon hers, paying no attention to the chill that met his skin; only noting the familiar shape, the feel, and the love that would never die. “I’ll see you again soon; I promise.”
Much Love
Dannyboy
I sat under the tree--our small branch of Heaven--delicately loosening the yellow rays of the sunflower--her favorite--from their home; tearfully gazing upon the sunset. But I guess such beauty is never lost, but rather lingers with the peace of doves. I wrapped my arms around the granite engraved named of which I hold so dear, hearing the wind gently kiss the fallen petals into the everlasting truth that love knows no bounds.
Choices
zmactarheel
He stood there, pondering the choices in his heart. Go with the beautiful, smart, yet uncontrollable girl. The controlled yet mean one. Or his life long friend. All had professed their love for him, but he could not choose. The choices kept rolling over and over in his mind... making it hurt to close his eyes. The phone broke his daze. He answered, expecting it to be another telemarketer. "Hello" he said expecting a recording to start. "Yes, hello, this is the police... we need you to get down here right away." was a reply he hadn't thought he'd ever hear. "W-what's wrong? What happened?" he said panicing. "We cannot go into details, you must get down here now." the officer said putting the phone down. He drove up to the station, and was then driven to the scene. There lay his life long friend. He ran over to her picking her up in a panic. "She was shot, son." an officer said. "No! It can't be!" he said in anger. "I-I love you, John." he heard. A single tear fell to her face.
Eye of the Storm
kogeck
"I'll be alright," were her last words before heading out the door into the storm. I never saw her again. It was like a shard of ice slcing through my heart, as my pale hands touched the golden picture frame with her smiling face and eyes dancing with happiness. A tear fell on the frame of the picture. "I need another chance" I whispered to the frame. "Please." Her eyes stayed stationary, blue iris' sparkling. "I want to die with you." I said softly, my voice quivering with the grief bottled inside me. The world span around, and all of the sudden, she was before me, dressed in warm clothes and a poncho. "I'll be alright," she said to me. I knew what I had to do. I knew the future was coming to an end. "I'm coming with you," I said, pulling on my raincoat. She looked suprised, but had no object as we stepped into the lightning-splattered sky. Then, I saw death walking from steps away. The time was here. We both died together, in the eye of the storm, our hands held tightly together. I told her something that will stay in my heart forever. Words that pulled out the shard of ice.
A Journey
Snoopy4life
It was a quiet night, on the Atlantic Ocean; fresh air from the vast sea, gorgeous blue, turquoise water, matched up with the excitement of an old couple who were out sailing to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary. Wine was drunk, laughter was shared, and besides that, the couple was digging up old memories from their past, and cherishing them together. In the middle of the night, disaster struck. The couple’s boat was tossed wave by wave, back and forth, each time losing a couple of items, and then finally the celebration ended on a sad, yet peaceful note. Morning came to pass, and the boat owned by the couple, was revealed to another ship that was passing by. The other ship crew discovered the old couple inside the boat, lifeless- not a single life form took a breath at that moment. They were side by side each other, both looking to have died happy, which forced a tear out of the toughest guy who worked on the other ship. Words were spoken the next day by the old couple’s friend, who apparently was the best man at their wedding, and said, “Love is a journey, yet a Deadly woe.”
Manslaughter
Poetic
1
The sky was a darkened morass, and the hail skittered across her roof. It was days like this that Mary thanked God for antidepressants. As happy endorphins began to course through her blood stream, she sat down at her computer and began to type.
2
“Michael was a positive charge coursing through a copper wire previously shrouded in darkness. I was the wire, he the spark, and Freddy a pair of wire cutters. No longer shall I be the weak and frail wire.”
3
For ten years Mary had written those same words, and thought those same thoughts. For ten years she had felt like the helpless wretch she truly was.
4
The ten years were irrelevant as Mary stood outside of the prison. They were irrelevant still as Freddy emmerged, liberated and unafraid. His eyes looked first at the bus, and then fell upon Mary. And then all was still. Save for the blood, oozing from his skull.
5
Lily came down the stairs, tears leaking from her eyes. She sat, and began to write a note in cramped uneven script.
6
“Freddy was a good boy, a good boy with poor vision, who often forgot his glasses when he drove...”
Never Coming Home
Pitty
I told her not to worry. It was painful to watch Mary cry. It was my fault, but the war needed me. "Please don't go Brad." Mary begged me. I just looked her straight in the eye and said, "I will be back, I promise." I began to board the boat and noticed a few familiar faces.
The first thing I noticed was the sergeant. He just had that facial expression. One that was afraid of nothing.
The journey was rough. Like most country folks, I puked a ton. The fellow from Maine though, didn't puke at all. I felt a violent movement in our ship. I fell down. “Get up!” Sergeant screamed. “We need all the men we can get.” I got up and he handed me a rifle. I stormed the beach limping. I dove for a bunker. Sergeant was forcing me to leave. I gulped and ran. I heard a sniper in the background. It kept sounding closer. And then it happened. I had been shot. Right then I saw Mary, but she was wearing a white dress and looked ghost like. “You lied to me Brad.”
Broken
jujubeeruler
She had broken their promise, tears stung Penelope's eyes as she lay there, her body crumpled in the ally. It was all coming back to her now, those words, the very words that had made her life a living hell for the past seven years. Penelope was there, sitting by what she strongly hoped wasn't--but was her father's death bed. She sat there crying softly, finally interuppted by a voice, her fathers."Remember Penelope..." Just then Penelope lost consciousness. She awoke to a blinding light, the sun, and extreme pain, she realized she couldn't fight it any longer. Suddenly she remember the last part of the flashback "...never give up" "I'm sorry dad..." she said, her voice barely a whisper, I couldn't keep our promise." Penelope faded.
All I could manage to say was, “I’m sorry.”
Fate
Poison
The air swirled, the world spun around, cries and laughter’s swam everywhere. ‘This is the end…the end of a life made by hell itself, oh how long I've been waiting for this’ she muttered, grinning. Her life had felt as if it had gone on for ages, although she was only 14. It was a terrible life, filled with ambitions, clouded by jealousy, no friends, and no family, loneliness dominated over her. Memories hurtled past, spinning endlessly, until she could no longer take it. Her mind began to dissolve, happiness was now inside her, happy to leave the miserable life she had, hoping to be born in a new body, in a new world.
The Evanescent Heartbeat
ziek
I laid my vulnerable hand on the frigid metal hospital bed. I ran my fingers through the stiff bed sheets, and patted them gently, hoping he would be roused. Ever since the dolorous news, I visited him invariably. I couldn’t get enough of those deep sunken eyes, his tousled hair, and gaunt body. I delicately planted my trembling hand on his chest, and rested my engrossed mind by laying it down on his scrawny body. I tried not to cry, but I couldn’t help showing lamentation. I let out long melancholy sobs, letting the whole world know how despondent I was. There was no point; his sickness was like a fly that is always buzzing next to your ear. As the fly buzzed, you were admonished of the pain it brought. I pressed my ear against his chest; I tried to be attentive as I listened closely. His hushed heart beats echoed with my own. Then I noticed his quiescence heartbeats were slowly fading. I grasped for the area of his heart, but it was too late. He quickly turned an anemic pale color. I curved my mouth into a dauntless smile and said, “Don’t worry, I’m coming with you.”
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The Promise
REVENGE
The wax from the candles lit inside the quaint room melted and fell away, drying elsewhere as if being reborn. The woman who lay upon the bed; she would never be reborn or given another chance, regardless of all the hopeless hearts that longed for just that. A red rose lay on her chest, weighed down by her icy fingers – the fingers of the woman that so many had loved… that so many had cherished in vain. No one longed for those fingers to warm again more than the dark haired man who held a rose in his hands as well, tears streaking down his face as he brushed one of his fingers against her cold cheek. The rose fell softly to the floor, going unnoticed as the man bent down over the woman; a tear fell from his eye and landed upon her pale face, making it look as though she was merely saddened, as if she would wake up again. He pressed his lips gently upon hers, paying no attention to the chill that met his skin; only noting the familiar shape, the feel, and the love that would never die. “I’ll see you again soon; I promise.”
Much Love
Dannyboy
I sat under the tree--our small branch of Heaven--delicately loosening the yellow rays of the sunflower--her favorite--from their home; tearfully gazing upon the sunset. But I guess such beauty is never lost, but rather lingers with the peace of doves. I wrapped my arms around the granite engraved named of which I hold so dear, hearing the wind gently kiss the fallen petals into the everlasting truth that love knows no bounds.
Choices
zmactarheel
He stood there, pondering the choices in his heart. Go with the beautiful, smart, yet uncontrollable girl. The controlled yet mean one. Or his life long friend. All had professed their love for him, but he could not choose. The choices kept rolling over and over in his mind... making it hurt to close his eyes. The phone broke his daze. He answered, expecting it to be another telemarketer. "Hello" he said expecting a recording to start. "Yes, hello, this is the police... we need you to get down here right away." was a reply he hadn't thought he'd ever hear. "W-what's wrong? What happened?" he said panicing. "We cannot go into details, you must get down here now." the officer said putting the phone down. He drove up to the station, and was then driven to the scene. There lay his life long friend. He ran over to her picking her up in a panic. "She was shot, son." an officer said. "No! It can't be!" he said in anger. "I-I love you, John." he heard. A single tear fell to her face.
Eye of the Storm
kogeck
"I'll be alright," were her last words before heading out the door into the storm. I never saw her again. It was like a shard of ice slcing through my heart, as my pale hands touched the golden picture frame with her smiling face and eyes dancing with happiness. A tear fell on the frame of the picture. "I need another chance" I whispered to the frame. "Please." Her eyes stayed stationary, blue iris' sparkling. "I want to die with you." I said softly, my voice quivering with the grief bottled inside me. The world span around, and all of the sudden, she was before me, dressed in warm clothes and a poncho. "I'll be alright," she said to me. I knew what I had to do. I knew the future was coming to an end. "I'm coming with you," I said, pulling on my raincoat. She looked suprised, but had no object as we stepped into the lightning-splattered sky. Then, I saw death walking from steps away. The time was here. We both died together, in the eye of the storm, our hands held tightly together. I told her something that will stay in my heart forever. Words that pulled out the shard of ice.
A Journey
Snoopy4life
It was a quiet night, on the Atlantic Ocean; fresh air from the vast sea, gorgeous blue, turquoise water, matched up with the excitement of an old couple who were out sailing to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary. Wine was drunk, laughter was shared, and besides that, the couple was digging up old memories from their past, and cherishing them together. In the middle of the night, disaster struck. The couple’s boat was tossed wave by wave, back and forth, each time losing a couple of items, and then finally the celebration ended on a sad, yet peaceful note. Morning came to pass, and the boat owned by the couple, was revealed to another ship that was passing by. The other ship crew discovered the old couple inside the boat, lifeless- not a single life form took a breath at that moment. They were side by side each other, both looking to have died happy, which forced a tear out of the toughest guy who worked on the other ship. Words were spoken the next day by the old couple’s friend, who apparently was the best man at their wedding, and said, “Love is a journey, yet a Deadly woe.”
Manslaughter
Poetic
1
The sky was a darkened morass, and the hail skittered across her roof. It was days like this that Mary thanked God for antidepressants. As happy endorphins began to course through her blood stream, she sat down at her computer and began to type.
2
“Michael was a positive charge coursing through a copper wire previously shrouded in darkness. I was the wire, he the spark, and Freddy a pair of wire cutters. No longer shall I be the weak and frail wire.”
3
For ten years Mary had written those same words, and thought those same thoughts. For ten years she had felt like the helpless wretch she truly was.
4
The ten years were irrelevant as Mary stood outside of the prison. They were irrelevant still as Freddy emmerged, liberated and unafraid. His eyes looked first at the bus, and then fell upon Mary. And then all was still. Save for the blood, oozing from his skull.
5
Lily came down the stairs, tears leaking from her eyes. She sat, and began to write a note in cramped uneven script.
6
“Freddy was a good boy, a good boy with poor vision, who often forgot his glasses when he drove...”
Never Coming Home
Pitty
I told her not to worry. It was painful to watch Mary cry. It was my fault, but the war needed me. "Please don't go Brad." Mary begged me. I just looked her straight in the eye and said, "I will be back, I promise." I began to board the boat and noticed a few familiar faces.
The first thing I noticed was the sergeant. He just had that facial expression. One that was afraid of nothing.
The journey was rough. Like most country folks, I puked a ton. The fellow from Maine though, didn't puke at all. I felt a violent movement in our ship. I fell down. “Get up!” Sergeant screamed. “We need all the men we can get.” I got up and he handed me a rifle. I stormed the beach limping. I dove for a bunker. Sergeant was forcing me to leave. I gulped and ran. I heard a sniper in the background. It kept sounding closer. And then it happened. I had been shot. Right then I saw Mary, but she was wearing a white dress and looked ghost like. “You lied to me Brad.”
Broken
jujubeeruler
She had broken their promise, tears stung Penelope's eyes as she lay there, her body crumpled in the ally. It was all coming back to her now, those words, the very words that had made her life a living hell for the past seven years. Penelope was there, sitting by what she strongly hoped wasn't--but was her father's death bed. She sat there crying softly, finally interuppted by a voice, her fathers."Remember Penelope..." Just then Penelope lost consciousness. She awoke to a blinding light, the sun, and extreme pain, she realized she couldn't fight it any longer. Suddenly she remember the last part of the flashback "...never give up" "I'm sorry dad..." she said, her voice barely a whisper, I couldn't keep our promise." Penelope faded.
All I could manage to say was, “I’m sorry.”
Fate
Poison
The air swirled, the world spun around, cries and laughter’s swam everywhere. ‘This is the end…the end of a life made by hell itself, oh how long I've been waiting for this’ she muttered, grinning. Her life had felt as if it had gone on for ages, although she was only 14. It was a terrible life, filled with ambitions, clouded by jealousy, no friends, and no family, loneliness dominated over her. Memories hurtled past, spinning endlessly, until she could no longer take it. Her mind began to dissolve, happiness was now inside her, happy to leave the miserable life she had, hoping to be born in a new body, in a new world.
The Evanescent Heartbeat
ziek
I laid my vulnerable hand on the frigid metal hospital bed. I ran my fingers through the stiff bed sheets, and patted them gently, hoping he would be roused. Ever since the dolorous news, I visited him invariably. I couldn’t get enough of those deep sunken eyes, his tousled hair, and gaunt body. I delicately planted my trembling hand on his chest, and rested my engrossed mind by laying it down on his scrawny body. I tried not to cry, but I couldn’t help showing lamentation. I let out long melancholy sobs, letting the whole world know how despondent I was. There was no point; his sickness was like a fly that is always buzzing next to your ear. As the fly buzzed, you were admonished of the pain it brought. I pressed my ear against his chest; I tried to be attentive as I listened closely. His hushed heart beats echoed with my own. Then I noticed his quiescence heartbeats were slowly fading. I grasped for the area of his heart, but it was too late. He quickly turned an anemic pale color. I curved my mouth into a dauntless smile and said, “Don’t worry, I’m coming with you.”