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18's Brief Works; Sometimes you just need a thread.
Topic Started: Jun 4 2009, 04:09 PM (106 Views)
Katamaont
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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

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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.
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Wow, that was a beautiful poem, 18! I love it!
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So you let loose the bird, and just chucked the cat.

Beautiful..
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Hahahah! Never thought of it like that. I'll have to be more careful around you, Johnny.
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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.
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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.
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