Some old writing . . .

[RyanEhf]

And again we sit down to weep
For the loss of our souls,
Bereft of the love
That forever encircles them.

Worn torn wind tattered leaves
Spin their circles again
And fall to decay,
Taking from roots that span the eons.

Tired of these same old actions
Grown grey and callused
I can’t look away,
Somebody has to drive this heap.

 

[Drama]

I like it.

 

[RyanEhf]

Point of View


Obliterate me one more time
In this frothy white epiphany.

A soaring sheer face of thunder
And pelted sea foam
Hurled from the mouth of the abyss.

Now you’re an ant
Swimming, tumbling
Head over heals
In the run off of his champagne.

Now you spin this galaxy
Off your fingertips
And dangle loose threads of stars
Into black pools.

Draw your hand
Over my eyes,
Closing them gently.
Gather my soul
And scatter it
To the roots of Eden,
So I can have this epiphany.

Not only eternity, but infinity.

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I like it.

Thank you

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Mask

I’ve seen faces wreathed in light.
I’ve seen mountains of dust
In oceans of time.

I’ve climbed fruit trees in the west,
Laden due-dropped bulges.
I have bit the lip of Night.

Blessed are those who find its rhyme.
Those who try are sent back
To nest.

What would you ask with your near sight?
Do you eat of the fruit
Without tasting it’s rind?

Do you think I see your mask
There, twinkling in the dusk
Of a dusty breadth?

I can spy it with a reaper's eye.
With an angel’s sword I can crack it
Like an empty cask.

See the fresh faces who don’t see death.
Inside, a clock ticking softly;
How the time does fly.

All you have to do is ask.
Must it be so cold for you
To see your own breath?

 

[RyanEhf]

Wild Winter

As I drove through wintry night on a thin ribbon cutting through a sea of snow frosted conifers I looked out into the wild and imagined her there. She stood on the edge of a cliff, the whole scene was framed by gray sky interspersed with pools of luminescent blue. Unearthly in her beauty, her skin was like the moon, her eyes as dark as the night. She was wrapped in a cloak of wolves’ fur and her own dark hair swaying in an icy breeze and shimmering in the moonlight so pale.

I climbed to her in what seemed like only a few short bounds and enfolded her in my shaking arms. The wind swept past us, carrying the cries of winter's wolves. We stood on the ragged edges of man's domain, in the snow and the dark and the rocks. Yet we were not afraid, being born up in a swoon of our own warmth encircling us like a star and our fire was the core.

I carried her deeper into the inky evergreens, past streams that still flowed but were bordered with glittering snow. I carried her over jagged peaks and bottomless chasms as the echoes of our footfalls chattered in the dark. To either side of us I saw the silhouettes of animals hardly stirring at this ethereal intrusion. The forest seemed to stretch on forever in all directions. There was no other world than this. Always up and up and out into this dark and beautiful sea of wild winter.

I knew not where we wandered, only that we'd not yet reached our destination. Further and further we strode, only it seemed we were flying. I looked into her eyes of jet, asking without words where we were going, but not why. I needed no reason other than the one I had given myself, which was that I wanted to.

I had only dreamed of this before. The dream had been silent from a past life, but now the past was obliterated. There was only now, and only this mattered. It was only this moment that made my heart pound in my chest, blood rushing blue over red to blue again. I could never return from here, not all of me. I would leave a piece of myself; my soul would drop anchor. I knew and accepted this.

Onward we made our silent sojourn. Her, enfolded in my arms as she pressed her face into my neck. We saw vast white valleys and frozen lakes glittering in the moonlight and reflecting the opalescent blue-gray of the sky. We saw great trees covered in snow that were enormous in their stature and their years, silent monoliths standing fast in their constant vigil, their skeletal arms forever raised in hail to mountain wanderers. Mists and vapors patrolled the lands like giant ghosts as the clouds shifted above, revealing the heavenly firmament. Still, it was her that took my breath away . . .

 

[floffyschneeman]

awesome, aren't we pretty talented I like the softness of your tone

 

[Drama]

A very interesting story. I hope you will write more. I'd like to know what will happen next

 

[spectacles]

You write music, poetry and stories!!! WOW

 

[RyanEhf]

I can also open a beer bottle with a bic lighter

 

[Peter Lorre]

I can also open a beer bottle with a bic lighter

This man has left the world of the living and entered the realm of GODS!






PS: Nice writings! I like to write aswell, but I haven't really done it in ages. Thanks to you though, I feel inspired to try and do it more often

 

[spectacles]

I can also open a beer bottle with a bic lighter

Oh man, u got skills... hehehe

 

[RyanEhf]

The Letdown

My heart is an empty parking lot
Dressed in dust,
In front of a bright white store
That's closed.

Here, no longer do people roam,
But the lights are still on.
You can still see
All that there is to buy.

A purposeless tool,
No plug for the prong,
Like Superman
At the End of Time.

 

[Vagrant Legacy]

Dude, you've got some serious writing skills on display here. Only thing I noticed was that in the very first poem, line 4, the word 'them' cuts off the flow of the poem. But in such an amount of poems, one faulty syllable is still near perfect

I can also open a beer bottle with a bic lighter

While trying that, I once managed to open a bic lighter with a beer bottle X'D Your turn! Ha!

 

[RyanEhf]

Dude, you've got some serious writing skills on display here. Only thing I noticed was that in the very first poem, line 4, the word 'them' cuts off the flow of the poem. But in such an amount of poems, one faulty syllable is still near perfect

I can also open a beer bottle with a bic lighter

While trying that, I once managed to open a bic lighter with a beer bottle X'D Your turn! Ha!

Thanks Vagrant

Haha, sounds like you used the wrong end of the lighter maybe? The trick is to get a good grip around the neck of the bottle, and use the plastic end of the lighter as the pry bar. You wedge the lighter under your pointer finger wrapped around the bottle, so that your finger becomes the fulcrum of the lever, and the bottle cap is the resistance or load. The side of the lighter touching the bottle cap up to your finger is the load arm, and the other side of it is the effort arm. Now tilt effort side of the lighter up so that you get maximum leverage, tighten your grip around the bottle making sure the load side of the lighter is fully wedged under the bottle cap, and push down on the effort side of the lighter while simultaneously squeezing the bottle as tight as you can. I can't stress the importance of a good grip enough; nine times out of ten people don't succeed at this due to less than adequate grip pressure.

 

[Vagrant Legacy]

That has got to be THE single most elaborate explanation anyone could ever give of how to open a beer bottle with a lighter... :O And I was just joking by the way, any idiot knows which side of a lighter to use to open a beer bottle. heck, I hardly ever drink beer, and when I do, it's either from cans, or someone has a bottle opener nearby

 

[RyanEhf]

Lol, yeah I got really into it. I guess you won't be needing this diagram then, but oh well here it is anyway

 

[IambicBlonde]

The Letdown is my favorite thing I've read on this site thus far. Very, very good, Captain Murphy!

 

[RyanEhf]

Thank you

 

[Callie]

hmm, These were posted back in November and I didn't even see them.

And now I can't tell Ryan that I liked his stuff

 

[Bob Arctor]

I'm sure that, wherever Ryan is, he knows how you feel...somehow.

Hmm some of his stuff was ok I guess

 

[Bob Arctor]

In light of Ryan's absence, he has requested that I continue posting in his stead.

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Ant

Out of the woodwork
A radioactive ant breaks in
Grown super-strong
Through haphazard chance taken

Mutated,
Immutable, beautiful
You behold
Who’s saying it?
Is it a tulip or crucible?

I stand naked,
Half makeshift
In the Land of Lost Laces,
A radioactive ant
That understands faces

No need to take places
I ran across space-time
But tripped on the race-line
Trying to save time

Inside the clockwork
A radioactive ant breaks down
Only tick-tocks heard
Try to be brave,
No one left to save now.

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Essence of Jade

Heart gripped in a lock box
Basement cold,
Too far down for light to fall.
There is no warmth here,
There is mold on the walls

A city in darkness
Decaying in dampness,
The rats pass through
But don’t care to stay.

This is the dirt building up,
These are the walls going up,
This is the essence of jade.

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Statue

I am a statue of grief,
Of chipped and marbled granite.
A salty pillar of dried tears
Risen from oceans of time.
Grey minutes compressed
Into long grey years.

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The Pedestal (The Wanting)

I want to cry on your skin,
Make drops from these icicles.

I’ll try to begin
Like night blooms and nightingales.

I want to hold you unfurled
While the whole world
Falls below us,
But a column to this pedestal
Of glass, and silk, and pearls, and blood.