| Welcome to =SB= Sonic Blast Forum. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| 18's Brief Works; Sometimes you just need a thread. | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Jun 4 2009, 04:09 PM (106 Views) | |
| Katamaont | Jun 4 2009, 04:09 PM Post #1 |
|
Skald of the North
|
A bird inside I wake to fluttering And a curious paw A bird bending his beak Cat watching Perhaps she waited For it to die Skull on the screen Or afraid too The out’s inside So developed Sense of permanence Fear of blood on The clean carpet And the bird flapping She’s scarcely out He’s never in So I took the Confused creature Placed him outside To fly around And I took the Confused creature Placed her outside To fly around Ett oändligt rum Aldrig innan har jag varit förblindad som jag är Av bristande information Eller avsaknad av färger Sällan har ju jag kunnat ej se i min eget rum Var jag tillbringade min tid Och sträcka mina kunskaper Men vem kan vet vad som tittar när – ingen, någonsin Mina tankar går så konstigt Och mitt humöret driver vilt Kanske tycker att jag behöver skrämma eller tid Att lugna mig själv för nu I har, ett oändligt rum Den omedelbar reaktionen till fängelse är Alltid panik och hjälpöshet Men jag fann tröst i tystnaden Drunknar i fullständighet, den här pöl av ingenting Jag urartade till något Det som inte kunde tänka Skrapa mina knä på mattan medan dreglade jag Jag rullade runt tills kritan När huvudet fann ju dörren \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ Never before in my life have I been blinded like I am By a lack of information Or the absence of color Rarely have I been unable to see my own room Where I spend my time And stretch my skills But who knows what is watching when – no one, ever My thoughts turn strange And my mood runs wild Perhaps it thinks I need a scare or time To calm myself for now In here, an endless room The instant reaction to imprisonment is Always panic and helplessness But I found solace in the silence Drowning in the absoluteness, this empty pool I devolved to something That could not think Scraping my knees on the carpet while I slavered I rolled around until My head found the door The Quiet Dog When I was young we had a dog it didn’t really have a name because we never used it it never barked it never moved it just lay there and everyone told it good dog and its tail wagged as it ate up its dinner and didn’t whine one day it died we didn’t know until we said good dog and its tail didn’t wag I still didn’t know when we buried it behind the garden because it never really saw it now I’m old people know me they talk about me when I marched down the streets and told them how things should be they still talk about me even though they can’t see me you see I’m behind bars and while I’m reading the paper and smiling the dog says I told you so I told you keep quiet. The Thaw Beneath the tracks ice had melted Springing a torrent Snaking under roads and around houses It touched nothing but raged And I thought what beauty We haven’t yet had the heart To deprive the water of its pride Or the arrogance To halt its energy I thought I just wanted to dip my hands in Soak them in its freezing flow Congratulate it on its luster And dip my face in just for a moment Embrace the pain from nature And say hello I’m still here on the Insect Just how hard it is to see from the other side To even suppose at those fleeting impulses From head to limb and back What is it to be you Up against the white wall with a silent back turned While I grip the other – but how different we are! You say nothing; I shout; A lethal drive grips me, but what is your goal here? Sometimes I wonder if your fleeting life has point – For the Gods to see me Humbled by one so small? They laugh like everyone. Our audience exchange glances that stir my blood How strange that only you Give no clear reaction Do you secretly smirk with the rest – I’m not sure But might you yet feel some sympathy, some sorrow Or more still, are you as terrified as I am So stumble to the next crook? What lives things like us lead When one is crippled by Some trivial creature Edited by Katamaont, Feb 11 2010, 02:17 PM.
|
![]() THE DUSTY FEDORA Latest blog entry: Psychology of the Capoeirista Under Fire My LiveJournal | |
![]() |
|
| Devona | Jun 4 2009, 05:20 PM Post #2 |
![]()
Flying Battery Act 2
|
Wow, that was a beautiful poem, 18! I love it! |
|
Hello, you've reached my signature, unfortunately I'm not available at the moment so please try again later when service is available. Thank you. Best Friends: Spoiler: click to toggle Life without music is like a house with no roof; it makes no sense. | |
![]() |
|
| John Quincy Stone | Jun 4 2009, 06:06 PM Post #3 |
![]()
STAH PLATINUHM
|
So you let loose the bird, and just chucked the cat. Beautiful.. |
![]() CHECK OUT MY POKEYMANS. YARE YARE DAZE | |
![]() |
|
| Katamaont | Jun 4 2009, 07:12 PM Post #4 |
|
Skald of the North
|
Hahahah! Never thought of it like that. I'll have to be more careful around you, Johnny. |
![]() THE DUSTY FEDORA Latest blog entry: Psychology of the Capoeirista Under Fire My LiveJournal | |
![]() |
|
| Nine Tailed-Ramen Fox | Jun 4 2009, 07:35 PM Post #5 |
|
Don't defy me or I will beat you senseless with a sack of doorknobs!
|
I love the poem, but it's hard to explain why or how I love it. It's one of those things that makes your brain feel squishy. |
![]() Credit for sig to SMypancakes Check out my and Kingdaro's new RP, Warrex Story 3. Please? Come on, it has an awsome storyline! Visit the wonderful new forum Pokemon Resort! http://s1.zetaboards.com/PokemonResort/index/ | |
![]() |
|
| Katamaont | Sep 20 2009, 03:50 AM Post #6 |
|
Skald of the North
|
Updated with a little poem I wrote at two in the morning - IN SWEDISH! Quite proud of myself here, and was surprised at how easy it was, even with a rhythm scheme. For those of you who aren't Scandinavian, I've provided a translation. Enjoy. |
![]() THE DUSTY FEDORA Latest blog entry: Psychology of the Capoeirista Under Fire My LiveJournal | |
![]() |
|
| Katamaont | Feb 11 2010, 02:57 AM Post #7 |
|
Skald of the North
|
Whoa, it's been a while since I was here. I guess. Updated with The Quiet Dog, The Thaw, and on the Insect. Also have a little story I'd like to post, since I probably haven't yet. So if you like the sort of surreal albeit oddly applicable style of these short little bits, have a look at The World Askance And if anyone was sort of wondering where I went off to, it's just been busy. Sorry. Edited by Katamaont, Feb 11 2010, 03:02 AM.
|
![]() THE DUSTY FEDORA Latest blog entry: Psychology of the Capoeirista Under Fire My LiveJournal | |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · SonicBlast Library · Next Topic » |
| Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
11:57 PM Jul 31
|
Hosted for free by ZetaBoards























11:57 PM Jul 31