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That's not the poem title, just thread.

I was sure that this world, this life, is all there is.
When I was standing on that cliff, looking out at the blue, never-ending line.
Then I looked up, into the black, never-ending screen and everything changed.
In my mind at least.
Acknowledging potential is always easier than achieving it.
Or finding it, discovering it so to speak.
I guess that was always the way with you, you're like that.
Always talking, never doing.
I looked into that blue, never-ending line and I couldn't see a thing.
I looked into that black, never-ending screen and I saw us both.
Infinite possibilities, minute eventualities.
You were always saying "I'm trying to go" rather than "I'm going to try."
We could have swung on the swing set of the asteroid belts.
Kicking our feet in stardust like children in a sandpit.
We had the world at our finger tips, universe in our hearts.
In my mind at least.
Because it was only me. You were never one to stargaze.
Always firmly on the ground.
"Concrete only" she said. "...How else can I be sure I won't fall through the ground?".
So now our worlds have collided again, and our suns are going nova.
I could have sworn we made amends, an accord to try again.
I swear you said that you were going to try.
But when you talk all I see are the meteors that come flying out your eyes.

-AC

The imagery is amazing.

And I think I can guess what it's about....

It's about a few things, and nothing at the same time.

You probably have a better insight into one of the references though, of course.

Thanks for the props.

-AC

As Lana said, good imagery. I like it.

Agreed... I felt the emotion, a rarity for me. Really good...

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
That's not the poem title, just thread.


Acknowledging potential is always easier than achieving it.
Or finding it, discovering it so to speak.

You were always saying "I'm trying to go" rather than "I'm going to try."
.

-AC

wow... thats amazing

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
That's not the poem title, just thread.

I was sure that this world, this life, is all there is.
When I was standing on that cliff, looking out at the blue, never-ending line.
Then I looked up, into the black, never-ending screen and everything changed.
In my mind at least.
Acknowledging potential is always easier than achieving it.
Or finding it, discovering it so to speak.
I guess that was always the way with you, you're like that.
Always talking, never doing.
I looked into that blue, never-ending line and I couldn't see a thing.
I looked into that black, never-ending screen and I saw us both.
Infinite possibilities, minute eventualities.
You were always saying "I'm trying to go" rather than "I'm going to try."
We could have swung on the swing set of the asteroid belts.
Kicking our feet in stardust like children in a sandpit.
We had the world at our finger tips, universe in our hearts.
In my mind at least.
Because it was only me. You were never one to stargaze.
Always firmly on the ground.
"Concrete only" she said. "...How else can I be sure I won't fall through the ground?".
So now our worlds have collided again, and our suns are going nova.
I could have sworn we made amends, an accord to try again.
I swear you said that you were going to try.
But when you talk all I see are the meteors that come flying out your eyes.

-AC
Fantastic imagery... notworthy

On such a graceful night you both took the same ride you always did.
You looked alive as only you could, but sat holding death in your heart.
Split-seconds weren't long enough for me, how could I have ever helped?
I was never given any signs, you didn't ever show me.
Or maybe I just didn't see...
They'll always get to you with wicked words and such tales of torment.
But now so drastically you have decided that you're all done.
Through the window you lept, without so much as a parting word.
I guess your savior took you away, because mine couldn't keep you here.
Bloodlust apparantly tastes good to dry mouths.

I said "This will kill us, finish us all off in time."
You said "That suits me fine."
I said "This will kill us, finish us all off in time."
You said "That suits me fine."

Feel it change us, it's changing us.

Deliver us, carry us, from the mundane.
Bleed us, bleed us, in our wombs.
Take us, enslave us, while we're weak and poor.
Save us, save us, from our darkened rooms.

I tried so hard to save you and me both from living hell.
But after all this time I still can't forgive myself.

-AC

Wow....AC, these are amazing...such powerful imagery and emotion..I love them...they're very interesting and orginal

Originally posted by Fianna
Wow....AC, these are amazing...such powerful imagery and emotion..I love them...they're very interesting and orginal
^whats she said^

Originally posted by Fianna
Wow....AC, these are amazing...such powerful imagery and emotion..I love them...they're very interesting and orginal
yes yes

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
On such a graceful night you both took the same ride you always did.
You looked alive as only you could, but sat holding death in your heart.
Split-seconds weren't long enough for me, how could I have ever helped?
I was never given any signs, you didn't ever show me.
Or maybe I just didn't see...
They'll always get to you with wicked words and such tales of torment.
But now so drastically you have decided that you're all done.
Through the window you lept, without so much as a parting word.
I guess your savior took you away, because mine couldn't keep you here.
Bloodlust apparantly tastes good to dry mouths.

I said "This will kill us, finish us all off in time."
You said "That suits me fine."
I said "This will kill us, finish us all off in time."
You said "That suits me fine."

Feel it change us, it's changing us.

Deliver us, carry us, from the mundane.
Bleed us, bleed us, in our wombs.
Take us, enslave us, while we're weak and poor.
Save us, save us, from our darkened rooms.

I tried so hard to save you and me both from living hell.
But after all this time I still can't forgive myself.

-AC

You're really good, I love the way you dip your poems into fantastic imagery, I like it alot.

Wow clapping

....wow.

I don't read many poems that can capture emotion and images that well. That's awesome, AC.

Standing in an old house, where dust chokes the lungs.
Looking around aimlessly at the damp and erosion.
Paint peeling off the walls like sunburnt skin, unveiling not new life...
...but rotted cores.
Gone are the days when we slide so haphazardly down those varnished hand rails.
It seems so long ago now.
So here I stay, in the place of my birth.
I've never opened myself to anyone at all.
By the time my skin peels back like this dry old paint, revealing my innermost sanctum.
Will there be anything for you to see?
Or will I, like these walls, be lost to the effects of time?
I wish I could say I had the chance, but you can see in my eyes that it's too far gone.
I already have a mind frought with decay, but you can take my soul.
Yes, you can take my soul. Trade it in for something nice, a watch maybe.
So you can time how long before the ageing kills me.

-AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
Standing in an old house, where dust chokes the lungs.
Looking around aimlessly at the damp and erosion.
Paint peeling off the walls like sunburnt skin, unveiling not new life...
...but rotted cores.
Gone are the days when we slide so haphazardly down those varnished hand rails.
It seems so long ago now.
So here I stay, in the place of my birth.
I've never opened myself to anyone at all.
By the time my skin peels back like this dry old paint, revealing my innermost sanctum.
Will there be anything for you to see?
Or will I, like these walls, be lost to the effects of time?
I wish I could say I had the chance, but you can see in my eyes that it's too far gone.
I already have a mind frought with decay, but you can take my soul.
Yes, you can take my soul. Trade it in for something nice, a watch maybe.
So you can time how long before the ageing kills me.

-AC
Wow... I almost felt like I was there....

Seriously, your poems kick ass

There was a time when we sensed first and saw later.
Are these times long but gone?
Whatever happened to the true form of life, where did it go wrong?
Art can't be terminal, can it? It can be saved I'm sure.
Not for you, us tired visionairies will save our passion for the lasting ones.
We've had it with all you temporaries.

-AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
Standing in an old house, where dust chokes the lungs.
Looking around aimlessly at the damp and erosion.
Paint peeling off the walls like sunburnt skin, unveiling not new life...
...but rotted cores.
Gone are the days when we slide so haphazardly down those varnished hand rails.
It seems so long ago now.
So here I stay, in the place of my birth.
I've never opened myself to anyone at all.
By the time my skin peels back like this dry old paint, revealing my innermost sanctum.
Will there be anything for you to see?
Or will I, like these walls, be lost to the effects of time?
I wish I could say I had the chance, but you can see in my eyes that it's too far gone.
I already have a mind frought with decay, but you can take my soul.
Yes, you can take my soul. Trade it in for something nice, a watch maybe.
So you can time how long before the ageing kills me.

-AC

This is beautiful... I like the 'shrug shoulders' attitude towards the end, as if the narrator just couldn't give a damn any more. I also like the moments of reminiscence and then bitterness closely intertwined, for me the poem conveyed a sense of sadness of loss near the beginning, then frustration and then, just acceptance. It's really moving AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
There was a time when we sensed first and saw later.
Are these times long but gone?
Whatever happened to the true form of life, where did it go wrong?
Art can't be terminal, can it? It can be saved I'm sure.
Not for you, us tired visionairies will save our passion for the lasting ones.
We've had it with all you temporaries.

-AC

Please don't take this the wrong way, but I envisioned the veterans of KMC chanting this in unison and turning their backs on the irksome 'n00bs'

That's not what it's about but I always appreciate different interpretations.

-AC

Holding the paper to your eyes with a trembling hand; you read the message.
"Bring a car and some money..." it said. "If you ever want to see him alive again."
You rush to meet the request, with panic, with haste.
What if you fail? What if you fall short? A life rests in your hands.
...And you sadly have butterfingers. So clutch hard.
"Bring it at midnight, behind the park. I'll be waiting, you'll see." said the words on the page, you continued to read.
Mind racing at 100mph, heart breaking the sound barrier.
Bursting through your chest with nitrous oxide in your veins.
Faster! There's not a moment to spare, he needs your help.
You read more and more as the car skids aimlessly around the dimly lit city streets.
"Failure to meet my requests? I'll kill him. Try to bring him home, I'll kill you too." The formed ink sends a chill down your spine, if you even have one.
What's going on? "Why is this happening to me?" you ask yourself.
Over and over and over. Despite knowing the answer.
"I hope you can understand why I did this..." said the note.
"It's nothing personal. It's just that I've grown tired of the lacking transition. Escape is inevitable."
As the falling rain tapdances its way across the windshield, you drive through the darkened park, then screech to a halt.
Stepping out of the car, placing your feet down onto the wet, muddy gravel of the pathway.
You're checking the note, checking the address as the rain smears the ink.
You toss the note away after screwing it up, hopelessly, hopefully, desperately.
The suffocating smell of chlorophyll is in the air as you stumble through the twilight gardens.
There! Up ahead, a single shadow standing in the moonlight. A figure steps into view. It's him, he's ok. You've saved him.
"Where's the man who took you?" you scream frantically as the eerie figure that you were so familiar with, cracks a crooked smile.
Thunder strikes my window and I wake up at my desk, heart racing, wow. What a dream.
I gaze down wearily at the piece of paper infront of me, the pen in my hand.
I read with shock, the opening line:
"Bring a car and some money...if you ever want to see him alive again..."

-AC

The outline of the city from the height of this hill brings dancing thoughts of wonder.
Millions living, millions dying.
I hold my hands out, and encircle the skyline, peering through my hands.
Laughing to myself.
You'll all belong to me. All of you.

-AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
Holding the paper to your eyes with a trembling hand; you read the message.
"Bring a car and some money..." it said. "If you ever want to see him alive again."
You rush to meet the request, with panic, with haste.
What if you fail? What if you fall short? A life rests in your hands.
...And you sadly have butterfingers. So clutch hard.
"Bring it at midnight, behind the park. I'll be waiting, you'll see." said the words on the page, you continued to read.
Mind racing at 100mph, heart breaking the sound barrier.
Bursting through your chest with nitrous oxide in your veins.
Faster! There's not a moment to spare, he needs your help.
You read more and more as the car skids aimlessly around the dimly lit city streets.
"Failure to meet my requests? I'll kill him. Try to bring him home, I'll kill you too." The formed ink sends a chill down your spine, if you even have one.
What's going on? "Why is this happening to me?" you ask yourself.
Over and over and over. Despite knowing the answer.
"I hope you can understand why I did this..." said the note.
"It's nothing personal. It's just that I've grown tired of the lacking transition. Escape is inevitable."
As the falling rain tapdances its way across the windshield, you drive through the darkened park, then screech to a halt.
Stepping out of the car, placing your feet down onto the wet, muddy gravel of the pathway.
You're checking the note, checking the address as the rain smears the ink.
You toss the note away after screwing it up, hopelessly, hopefully, desperately.
The suffocating smell of chlorophyll is in the air as you stumble through the twilight gardens.
There! Up ahead, a single shadow standing in the moonlight. A figure steps into view. It's him, he's ok. You've saved him.
"Where's the man who took you?" you scream frantically as the eerie figure that you were so familiar with, cracks a crooked smile.
Thunder strikes my window and I wake up at my desk, heart racing, wow. What a dream.
I gaze down wearily at the piece of paper infront of me, the pen in my hand.
I read with shock, the opening line:
"Bring a car and some money...if you ever want to see him alive again..."

-AC


very descriptive AC.. you should really turn it into a short story!!

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
Holding the paper to your eyes with a trembling hand; you read the message.
"Bring a car and some money..." it said. "If you ever want to see him alive again."
You rush to meet the request, with panic, with haste.
What if you fail? What if you fall short? A life rests in your hands.
...And you sadly have butterfingers. So clutch hard.
"Bring it at midnight, behind the park. I'll be waiting, you'll see." said the words on the page, you continued to read.
Mind racing at 100mph, heart breaking the sound barrier.
Bursting through your chest with nitrous oxide in your veins.
Faster! There's not a moment to spare, he needs your help.
You read more and more as the car skids aimlessly around the dimly lit city streets.
"Failure to meet my requests? I'll kill him. Try to bring him home, I'll kill you too." The formed ink sends a chill down your spine, if you even have one.
What's going on? "Why is this happening to me?" you ask yourself.
Over and over and over. Despite knowing the answer.
"I hope you can understand why I did this..." said the note.
"It's nothing personal. It's just that I've grown tired of the lacking transition. Escape is inevitable."
As the falling rain tapdances its way across the windshield, you drive through the darkened park, then screech to a halt.
Stepping out of the car, placing your feet down onto the wet, muddy gravel of the pathway.
You're checking the note, checking the address as the rain smears the ink.
You toss the note away after screwing it up, hopelessly, hopefully, desperately.
The suffocating smell of chlorophyll is in the air as you stumble through the twilight gardens.
There! Up ahead, a single shadow standing in the moonlight. A figure steps into view. It's him, he's ok. You've saved him.
"Where's the man who took you?" you scream frantically as the eerie figure that you were so familiar with, cracks a crooked smile.
Thunder strikes my window and I wake up at my desk, heart racing, wow. What a dream.
I gaze down wearily at the piece of paper infront of me, the pen in my hand.
I read with shock, the opening line:
"Bring a car and some money...if you ever want to see him alive again..."

-AC

This is fantastic! I'm overcome by the imagery, but I can't quite put my finger on the point... obviously I'm missing something, could you possibly brief me?

Originally posted by Syren
This is fantastic! I'm overcome by the imagery, but I can't quite put my finger on the point... obviously I'm missing something, could you possibly brief me?

The last few lines .

-AC

Why are you not a writer?

Seriously, though, this stuff is awesome.

I try .

Thank you very much.

-AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
The last few lines .

-AC

I assumed it was a twist, obviously, the dream wasn't a dream? Or, perhaps a premonition? Gah... I'm stumped, I have a blockage, if you will

When the rain falls does he count it as a rebirth or a new erosion?
The water purges his skin then runs into his eyes.
He's still blind.
Crawling to that high, that far and distant place. He tries to crawl back inside his shell, but he's too far gone to be among the living.
When gravity pulls him down to Earth, he'll cast his eyes upward from this merciful position....and he'll say:
"Where are you now? I'm all the human I can handle, but it's a curse. Not a gift.
Now I'm where I wanted to be I realise I want to go back to where I was.
It's burning me from the inside, then freezing the heat in. No amount of emotional grafting can save me now, borrowed time is over and done."
As the final tears cast trails on his lone cheek, a boney hand cast upon his shoulder makes his body turned to black.
Void of any content, compassion....or warmth. It's over for him now.
He walks back to that mountain top in the monsoons of winter. Arms raised as if crucifixtion were in progress, though no sins have been committed. With the final, numbing rainfall, he speaks to the ever-darkening weather, and says:
"I am the sorrow...for we are one."

-AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
That's not the poem title, just thread.

I was sure that this world, this life, is all there is.
When I was standing on that cliff, looking out at the blue, never-ending line.
Then I looked up, into the black, never-ending screen and everything changed.
In my mind at least.
Acknowledging potential is always easier than achieving it.
Or finding it, discovering it so to speak.
I guess that was always the way with you, you're like that.
Always talking, never doing.
I looked into that blue, never-ending line and I couldn't see a thing.
I looked into that black, never-ending screen and I saw us both.
Infinite possibilities, minute eventualities.
You were always saying "I'm trying to go" rather than "I'm going to try."
We could have swung on the swing set of the asteroid belts.
Kicking our feet in stardust like children in a sandpit.
We had the world at our finger tips, universe in our hearts.
In my mind at least.
Because it was only me. You were never one to stargaze.
Always firmly on the ground.
"Concrete only" she said. "...How else can I be sure I won't fall through the ground?".
So now our worlds have collided again, and our suns are going nova.
I could have sworn we made amends, an accord to try again.
I swear you said that you were going to try.
But when you talk all I see are the meteors that come flying out your eyes.

-AC

Dude, you oughtta invest some time into a.... dangit, the Illiad-thing.... it is like a novel and an ode... you have the talent to do so.

I agree the stuff is deep, I don't usually have anything, but crazy ramblings on how much I hate fanboys.

Nice indeed.

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
When the rain falls does he count it as a rebirth or a new erosion?
The water purges his skin then runs into his eyes.
He's still blind.
Crawling to that high, that far and distant place. He tries to crawl back inside his shell, but he's too far gone to be among the living.
When gravity pulls him down to Earth, he'll cast his eyes upward from this merciful position....and he'll say:
"Where are you now? I'm all the human I can handle, but it's a curse. Not a gift.
Now I'm where I wanted to be I realise I want to go back to where I was.
It's burning me from the inside, then freezing the heat in. No amount of emotional grafting can save me now, borrowed time is over and done."
As the final tears cast trails on his lone cheek, a boney hand cast upon his shoulder makes his body turned to black.
Void of any content, compassion....or warmth. It's over for him now.
He walks back to that mountain top in the monsoons of winter. Arms raised as if crucifixtion were in progress, though no sins have been committed. With the final, numbing rainfall, he speaks to the ever-darkening weather, and says:
"I am the sorrow...for we are one."

-AC

Seriously, I think this is the best. Certain lines just struck me.. "I'm all the human I can be.."; "The water purges his skin then runs into his eyes".

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
That's not the poem title, just thread.

I was sure that this world, this life, is all there is.
When I was standing on that cliff, looking out at the blue, never-ending line.
Then I looked up, into the black, never-ending screen and everything changed.
In my mind at least.
Acknowledging potential is always easier than achieving it.
Or finding it, discovering it so to speak.
I guess that was always the way with you, you're like that.
Always talking, never doing.
I looked into that blue, never-ending line and I couldn't see a thing.
I looked into that black, never-ending screen and I saw us both.
Infinite possibilities, minute eventualities.
You were always saying "I'm trying to go" rather than "I'm going to try."
We could have swung on the swing set of the asteroid belts.
Kicking our feet in stardust like children in a sandpit.
We had the world at our finger tips, universe in our hearts.
In my mind at least.
Because it was only me. You were never one to stargaze.
Always firmly on the ground.
"Concrete only" she said. "...How else can I be sure I won't fall through the ground?".
So now our worlds have collided again, and our suns are going nova.
I could have sworn we made amends, an accord to try again.
I swear you said that you were going to try.
But when you talk all I see are the meteors that come flying out your eyes.

-AC

I can probably guess where some of your inspiration came, at the mention of "infinite possibilities"

But you have a refreshingly unique style.

Thanks.

The most recent one means a lot to me.

-AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
When the rain falls does he count it as a rebirth or a new erosion?
The water purges his skin then runs into his eyes.
He's still blind.
Crawling to that high, that far and distant place. He tries to crawl back inside his shell, but he's too far gone to be among the living.
When gravity pulls him down to Earth, he'll cast his eyes upward from this merciful position....and he'll say:
"Where are you now? I'm all the human I can handle, but it's a curse. Not a gift.
Now I'm where I wanted to be I realise I want to go back to where I was.
It's burning me from the inside, then freezing the heat in. No amount of emotional grafting can save me now, borrowed time is over and done."
As the final tears cast trails on his lone cheek, a boney hand cast upon his shoulder makes his body turned to black.
Void of any content, compassion....or warmth. It's over for him now.
He walks back to that mountain top in the monsoons of winter. Arms raised as if crucifixtion were in progress, though no sins have been committed. With the final, numbing rainfall, he speaks to the ever-darkening weather, and says:
"I am the sorrow...for we are one."

-AC

Holy shit......

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
When the rain falls does he count it as a rebirth or a new erosion?
The water purges his skin then runs into his eyes.
He's still blind.
Crawling to that high, that far and distant place. He tries to crawl back inside his shell, but he's too far gone to be among the living.
When gravity pulls him down to Earth, he'll cast his eyes upward from this merciful position....and he'll say:
"Where are you now? I'm all the human I can handle, but it's a curse. Not a gift.
Now I'm where I wanted to be I realise I want to go back to where I was.
It's burning me from the inside, then freezing the heat in. No amount of emotional grafting can save me now, borrowed time is over and done."
As the final tears cast trails on his lone cheek, a boney hand cast upon his shoulder makes his body turned to black.
Void of any content, compassion....or warmth. It's over for him now.
He walks back to that mountain top in the monsoons of winter. Arms raised as if crucifixtion were in progress, though no sins have been committed. With the final, numbing rainfall, he speaks to the ever-darkening weather, and says:
"I am the sorrow...for we are one."

-AC
Originally posted by Lana
Holy shit......
Holy shit is right....

This is something I came up with. Story/Poem.

When the rain falls does he count it as a rebirth or a new erosion?
The water purges his skin then runs into his eyes.
He's still blind.
Crawling to that high, that far and distant place. He tries to crawl back inside his shell, but he's too far gone to be among the living.
When gravity pulls him down to Earth, he'll cast his eyes upward from this merciful position....and he'll say:
"Where are you now? I'm all the human I can handle, but it's a curse. Not a gift.
Now I'm where I wanted to be I realise I want to go back to where I was.
It's burning me from the inside, then freezing the heat in. No amount of emotional grafting can save me now, borrowed time is over and done."
As the final tears cast trails on his lone cheek, a boney hand cast upon his shoulder makes his body turned to black.
Void of any content, compassion....or warmth. It's over for him now.
He walks back to that mountain top in the monsoons of winter. Arms raised as if crucifixtion were in progress, though no sins have been committed. With the final, numbing rainfall, he speaks to the ever-darkening weather, and says:
"I am the sorrow...for we are one."

---

He's watching from a bush nearby. You were never any the wiser.
He says "Yes, there you are. Don't stop looking over your shoulder miss, you never know when the beasts under your bed become the beasts in the street."
He's crawling up the wall, like a deadly burst of ivy. Slowly, he watches, lying in wait.
"Ooooh, there it is. That smell, yes. Oh, the smell." he says. Streams of saliva run from his gaping jaws.
The mouth is trembling with deplorable delight.
"Feel my tongue...I lick the air you use. Consume you bit by bit, and you never even knew. Yes."
The hand is on her window as she weeps on her bed, her arms embracing herself. She's all she's got, he took her soul away on that fateful night.
"Come my child.....come to me again." He says, hanging outside, like a creature of the night. A human nosferatu.
"NOW!" he screeches, whilst he breaks through your window.
She freezes and screams "Get away, GET AWAY FROM ME!".
He crawls closer....closer. Eyes widen with the satisfaction of slaughter.
He commits a horrid act, she's scarred for life as he slips back out of the window, after 15 minutes of agony. But then...a boney hand cast a shadow on his shoulder.
He turns a horrid, lifeless shade of midnight blue, as if he were wrapped in the night sky.
With a blood-curdling laugh, echoing above the city....he says to the skyline:
"I am the fear.....for you are mine."

---

Seeing red, he'll let nothing stand in his way. Life is his to take, so hold yours tight.
If a man is at his most dangerous with nothing to lose, he is a walking apocalypse.
Picking up the smooth wooden ball bat, he caresses it as if it were his lover.
Thundering down into the kitchen, his spouse cowers in the corner. Bruised and broken.
He raises and hand and strikes with might. The sound of skin tearing fills the air.
"You disgust me. You make me sick!" he screams. "Never question me! EVER!"
The room falls silent as she's bleeding on the floor. The child under the table whimpers: "Mother...?"
Blood in the water, this human shark turns to a new prey.
"STOP CRYING!" he roars. "Flesh and blood, son or daughter. I save my pity for the weak."
With outrageous might he hurls the child with a thud against the wall.
Grabbing his wooden lover, he escapes through the garden. Encountering a neighbour who foolishly tries to intervene.
With a mighty blow, he strikes his would be captor over the head. Then continues.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRH!" He roars. Swinging the bat with every part of his being.
Looking down at the quivering bloody mess, he raises his wooden judge for the final sentance. Until a boney hand casts a shadow upon his shoulder.
His body turns into the darkest shade of red and orange, As if set on fire with the flames of hades.
He reaches down and tears an ear away. Holding it tight, he howls:
"I am the fury....for you are a victim"

---

She awakens to a beeping. She tries to scream but she's muffled at the mouth.
People bustle about in the hospital room, seemingly happy. While there she lay, on fire inside. Raped by the nature.
The doc speaks in a reassuring voice.
She isn't convinced. She never will be.
The memories of dancing embers licking at her face aren't ones that she will be afforded the luxury of forgetting.
She hears the skin slightly tear as the bandage is remove.
Eyes opening met with blinding light. All she can see is silhouettes.
"G-get me a mirror! NOW!" she orders.
Impatient, she walks cautiously to the bathroom. Then it happens.
As her gaze meets the mirror, she sees what she has become, and screams the loudest sound.
"WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO ME!?!?!"
The doctor quickly approaches to reassure but that's not what she wants.
She holds scissors to his throat and takes him out of the room.
"Don't follow.......don't follow." she warns.
Down the hall, to the left, past all those normals. She'll never be them again.
She straps Doc in a lab chair and reaches for the acid.
"Pain and anguish will take me, but they will not take me alone!!!"
She throws the acid from the side table onto his face like a blanket of fire.
Screeching, howling, she watches his face erode with a daring smile. Then a boney hand casts a shadow upon her shoulder.
Her body turns to a puss-yellow sickening colour. Flaky and peeling.
Carving her name into his eroding face she says:
"I am the pain.....for you are in agony."

---

I was walking home, alone as always.
Sitting at the bus stop seemed so significant when she were here.
Now all I see is an empty place that almost begs to be filled with her welcoming stature.
I try not to shed a tear as the bus pulls to a stop, air brakes hissing like a riled cobra.
Leaning against a post, I contemplate where I'm going. Do I have a route, like this bus? Is someone else driving ME too? Or am I aimless, goalless?
A while passes, I must had dosed off but I wake up two stops late. Dammit.
Walking off I begin my journey back toward home. Things couldn't get worse or so I thought.
It begins to rain and I get this terrible headache. I'm getting angry.
Darkness closing in as nightfall rolls around. No lights. No sounds.
I'm scared.
Reaching the end of the road, almost home, I see a black figure in the distance. With glowing eyes. The rain gets heavier and I feel inexplicably sad.
I turn away, better take a short cut. Yet again I'm blocked by a tall, lanky figure, dark shades of midnight blue, and I start to be afraid.
I run, as fast as I can before I bump into a huge, titan of a male. Demon red. Eyes of fire. I pound my fist against him out of anger and get hurled into the sky, tumbling.
Falling to the ground, I'm surely dead. Until I feel arms that caught me.
A female, of putrid yellow appearance. Then I smell burning skin, and it's my own.
I scream in pain as I writhe around on the floor.
The figures encircle me. I'm sorrowful, fearful, furious and in dire pain.
They all stare with glowing eyes and light fills the sky.
One by one they say:

"I am the sorrow...for we are one"
"I am the fear...for you are mine"
"I am the fury...for you are a victim"
"I am the pain...for you are in agony"

Closing my eyes, is this all a dream? No.
The light gets brighter as the four ominous figures merge into one and then into me.
Indescribable pain and fury, sorrow and fear, all at once. Then dead.
Silence, darkness, as if nothing had happened.
I try to begin walking but I'm held back. A boney hand casts a shadow on my shoulder and my body turns to white.
The figure behind me, I dare not turn to see, but it whispers in my ear with the voice I know so well, it's her!
I look up at the sky as it cracks open and I ascend.
There stands a female...with a boney hand...I never thought I'd see her again.
She asks me who I am,and I say:
"I am the end...for I am human."

-AC

Wow. That's awesome. I'm glad you did that when we were talking about it last night, it really is really good.

dang.... dude, go get published like today. seriously.

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
This is something I came up with. Story/Poem.

When the rain falls does he count it as a rebirth or a new erosion?
The water purges his skin then runs into his eyes.
He's still blind.
Crawling to that high, that far and distant place. He tries to crawl back inside his shell, but he's too far gone to be among the living.
When gravity pulls him down to Earth, he'll cast his eyes upward from this merciful position....and he'll say:
"Where are you now? I'm all the human I can handle, but it's a curse. Not a gift.
Now I'm where I wanted to be I realise I want to go back to where I was.
It's burning me from the inside, then freezing the heat in. No amount of emotional grafting can save me now, borrowed time is over and done."
As the final tears cast trails on his lone cheek, a boney hand cast upon his shoulder makes his body turned to black.
Void of any content, compassion....or warmth. It's over for him now.
He walks back to that mountain top in the monsoons of winter. Arms raised as if crucifixtion were in progress, though no sins have been committed. With the final, numbing rainfall, he speaks to the ever-darkening weather, and says:
"I am the sorrow...for we are one."

---

He's watching from a bush nearby. You were never any the wiser.
He says "Yes, there you are. Don't stop looking over your shoulder miss, you never know when the beasts under your bed become the beasts in the street."
He's crawling up the wall, like a deadly burst of ivy. Slowly, he watches, lying in wait.
"Ooooh, there it is. That smell, yes. Oh, the smell." he says. Streams of saliva run from his gaping jaws.
The mouth is trembling with deplorable delight.
"Feel my tongue...I lick the air you use. Consume you bit by bit, and you never even knew. Yes."
The hand is on her window as she weeps on her bed, her arms embracing herself. She's all she's got, he took her soul away on that fateful night.
"Come my child.....come to me again." He says, hanging outside, like a creature of the night. A human nosferatu.
"NOW!" he screeches, whilst he breaks through your window.
She freezes and screams "Get away, GET AWAY FROM ME!".
He crawls closer....closer. Eyes widen with the satisfaction of slaughter.
He commits a horrid act, she's scarred for life as he slips back out of the window, after 15 minutes of agony. But then...a boney hand cast a shadow on his shoulder.
He turns a horrid, lifeless shade of midnight blue, as if he were wrapped in the night sky.
With a blood-curdling laugh, echoing above the city....he says to the skyline:
"I am the fear.....for you are mine."

---

Seeing red, he'll let nothing stand in his way. Life is his to take, so hold yours tight.
If a man is at his most dangerous with nothing to lose, he is a walking apocalypse.
Picking up the smooth wooden ball bat, he caresses it as if it were his lover.
Thundering down into the kitchen, his spouse cowers in the corner. Bruised and broken.
He raises and hand and strikes with might. The sound of skin tearing fills the air.
"You disgust me. You make me sick!" he screams. "Never question me! EVER!"
The room falls silent as she's bleeding on the floor. The child under the table whimpers: "Mother...?"
Blood in the water, this human shark turns to a new prey.
"STOP CRYING!" he roars. "Flesh and blood, son or daughter. I save my pity for the weak."
With outrageous might he hurls the child with a thud against the wall.
Grabbing his wooden lover, he escapes through the garden. Encountering a neighbour who foolishly tries to intervene.
With a mighty blow, he strikes his would be captor over the head. Then continues.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRH!" He roars. Swinging the bat with every part of his being.
Looking down at the quivering bloody mess, he raises his wooden judge for the final sentance. Until a boney hand casts a shadow upon his shoulder.
His body turns into the darkest shade of red and orange, As if set on fire with the flames of hades.
He reaches down and tears an ear away. Holding it tight, he howls:
"I am the fury....for you are a victim"

---

She awakens to a beeping. She tries to scream but she's muffled at the mouth.
People bustle about in the hospital room, seemingly happy. While there she lay, on fire inside. Raped by the nature.
The doc speaks in a reassuring voice.
She isn't convinced. She never will be.
The memories of dancing embers licking at her face aren't ones that she will be afforded the luxury of forgetting.
She hears the skin slightly tear as the bandage is remove.
Eyes opening met with blinding light. All she can see is silhouettes.
"G-get me a mirror! NOW!" she orders.
Impatient, she walks cautiously to the bathroom. Then it happens.
As her gaze meets the mirror, she sees what she has become, and screams the loudest sound.
"WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO ME!?!?!"
The doctor quickly approaches to reassure but that's not what she wants.
She holds scissors to his throat and takes him out of the room.
"Don't follow.......don't follow." she warns.
Down the hall, to the left, past all those normals. She'll never be them again.
She straps Doc in a lab chair and reaches for the acid.
"Pain and anguish will take me, but they will not take me alone!!!"
She throws the acid from the side table onto his face like a blanket of fire.
Screeching, howling, she watches his face erode with a daring smile. Then a boney hand casts a shadow upon her shoulder.
Her body turns to a puss-yellow sickening colour. Flaky and peeling.
Carving her name into his eroding face she says:
"I am the pain.....for you are in agony."

---

I was walking home, alone as always.
Sitting at the bus stop seemed so significant when she were here.
Now all I see is an empty place that almost begs to be filled with her welcoming stature.
I try not to shed a tear as the bus pulls to a stop, air brakes hissing like a riled cobra.
Leaning against a post, I contemplate where I'm going. Do I have a route, like this bus? Is someone else driving ME too? Or am I aimless, goalless?
A while passes, I must had dosed off but I wake up two stops late. Dammit.
Walking off I begin my journey back toward home. Things couldn't get worse or so I thought.
It begins to rain and I get this terrible headache. I'm getting angry.
Darkness closing in as nightfall rolls around. No lights. No sounds.
I'm scared.
Reaching the end of the road, almost home, I see a black figure in the distance. With glowing eyes. The rain gets heavier and I feel inexplicably sad.
I turn away, better take a short cut. Yet again I'm blocked by a tall, lanky figure, dark shades of midnight blue, and I start to be afraid.
I run, as fast as I can before I bump into a huge, titan of a male. Demon red. Eyes of fire. I pound my fist against him out of anger and get hurled into the sky, tumbling.
Falling to the ground, I'm surely dead. Until I feel arms that caught me.
A female, of putrid yellow appearance. Then I smell burning skin, and it's my own.
I scream in pain as I writhe around on the floor.
The figures encircle me. I'm sorrowful, fearful, furious and in dire pain.
They all stare with glowing eyes and light fills the sky.
One by one they say:

"I am the sorrow...for we are one"
"I am the fear...for you are mine"
"I am the fury...for you are a victim"
"I am the pain...for you are in agony"

Closing my eyes, is this all a dream? No.
The light gets brighter as the four ominous figures merge into one and then into me.
Indescribable pain and fury, sorrow and fear, all at once. Then dead.
Silence, darkness, as if nothing had happened.
I try to begin walking but I'm held back. A boney hand casts a shadow on my shoulder and my body turns to white.
The figure behind me, I dare not turn to see, but it whispers in my ear with the voice I know so well, it's her!
I look up at the sky as it cracks open and I ascend.
There stands a female...with a boney hand...I never thought I'd see her again.
She asks me who I am,and I say:
"I am the end...for I am human."

-AC
The only thing I can say is notworthy

Under the spotlights I writhe and contort my body into awkward shapes.
Jerk and jolt my throat tonight.
Baying vocal spears of catharthic and liberating power.
You're all staring at me, I'll resist you with every inch.
Lashings of aggression, spiked with fury help me cast the stowaways out.
Keep them out and keep away.
God can't help because he's nailing someone up, you're on your own.
They're leaving now, the final push.
I'm burnt out and crashing to Earth.
Then I look infront of me as I hit the ground with a thud.
They're not staring.
I leave the stage.

-AC

I love your stuff AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
This is something I came up with. Story/Poem.

When the rain falls does he count it as a rebirth or a new erosion?
The water purges his skin then runs into his eyes.
He's still blind.
Crawling to that high, that far and distant place. He tries to crawl back inside his shell, but he's too far gone to be among the living.
When gravity pulls him down to Earth, he'll cast his eyes upward from this merciful position....and he'll say:
"Where are you now? I'm all the human I can handle, but it's a curse. Not a gift.
Now I'm where I wanted to be I realise I want to go back to where I was.
It's burning me from the inside, then freezing the heat in. No amount of emotional grafting can save me now, borrowed time is over and done."
As the final tears cast trails on his lone cheek, a boney hand cast upon his shoulder makes his body turned to black.
Void of any content, compassion....or warmth. It's over for him now.
He walks back to that mountain top in the monsoons of winter. Arms raised as if crucifixtion were in progress, though no sins have been committed. With the final, numbing rainfall, he speaks to the ever-darkening weather, and says:
"I am the sorrow...for we are one."

---

He's watching from a bush nearby. You were never any the wiser.
He says "Yes, there you are. Don't stop looking over your shoulder miss, you never know when the beasts under your bed become the beasts in the street."
He's crawling up the wall, like a deadly burst of ivy. Slowly, he watches, lying in wait.
"Ooooh, there it is. That smell, yes. Oh, the smell." he says. Streams of saliva run from his gaping jaws.
The mouth is trembling with deplorable delight.
"Feel my tongue...I lick the air you use. Consume you bit by bit, and you never even knew. Yes."
The hand is on her window as she weeps on her bed, her arms embracing herself. She's all she's got, he took her soul away on that fateful night.
"Come my child.....come to me again." He says, hanging outside, like a creature of the night. A human nosferatu.
"NOW!" he screeches, whilst he breaks through your window.
She freezes and screams "Get away, GET AWAY FROM ME!".
He crawls closer....closer. Eyes widen with the satisfaction of slaughter.
He commits a horrid act, she's scarred for life as he slips back out of the window, after 15 minutes of agony. But then...a boney hand cast a shadow on his shoulder.
He turns a horrid, lifeless shade of midnight blue, as if he were wrapped in the night sky.
With a blood-curdling laugh, echoing above the city....he says to the skyline:
"I am the fear.....for you are mine."

---

Seeing red, he'll let nothing stand in his way. Life is his to take, so hold yours tight.
If a man is at his most dangerous with nothing to lose, he is a walking apocalypse.
Picking up the smooth wooden ball bat, he caresses it as if it were his lover.
Thundering down into the kitchen, his spouse cowers in the corner. Bruised and broken.
He raises and hand and strikes with might. The sound of skin tearing fills the air.
"You disgust me. You make me sick!" he screams. "Never question me! EVER!"
The room falls silent as she's bleeding on the floor. The child under the table whimpers: "Mother...?"
Blood in the water, this human shark turns to a new prey.
"STOP CRYING!" he roars. "Flesh and blood, son or daughter. I save my pity for the weak."
With outrageous might he hurls the child with a thud against the wall.
Grabbing his wooden lover, he escapes through the garden. Encountering a neighbour who foolishly tries to intervene.
With a mighty blow, he strikes his would be captor over the head. Then continues.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRH!" He roars. Swinging the bat with every part of his being.
Looking down at the quivering bloody mess, he raises his wooden judge for the final sentance. Until a boney hand casts a shadow upon his shoulder.
His body turns into the darkest shade of red and orange, As if set on fire with the flames of hades.
He reaches down and tears an ear away. Holding it tight, he howls:
"I am the fury....for you are a victim"

---

She awakens to a beeping. She tries to scream but she's muffled at the mouth.
People bustle about in the hospital room, seemingly happy. While there she lay, on fire inside. Raped by the nature.
The doc speaks in a reassuring voice.
She isn't convinced. She never will be.
The memories of dancing embers licking at her face aren't ones that she will be afforded the luxury of forgetting.
She hears the skin slightly tear as the bandage is remove.
Eyes opening met with blinding light. All she can see is silhouettes.
"G-get me a mirror! NOW!" she orders.
Impatient, she walks cautiously to the bathroom. Then it happens.
As her gaze meets the mirror, she sees what she has become, and screams the loudest sound.
"WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO ME!?!?!"
The doctor quickly approaches to reassure but that's not what she wants.
She holds scissors to his throat and takes him out of the room.
"Don't follow.......don't follow." she warns.
Down the hall, to the left, past all those normals. She'll never be them again.
She straps Doc in a lab chair and reaches for the acid.
"Pain and anguish will take me, but they will not take me alone!!!"
She throws the acid from the side table onto his face like a blanket of fire.
Screeching, howling, she watches his face erode with a daring smile. Then a boney hand casts a shadow upon her shoulder.
Her body turns to a puss-yellow sickening colour. Flaky and peeling.
Carving her name into his eroding face she says:
"I am the pain.....for you are in agony."

---

I was walking home, alone as always.
Sitting at the bus stop seemed so significant when she were here.
Now all I see is an empty place that almost begs to be filled with her welcoming stature.
I try not to shed a tear as the bus pulls to a stop, air brakes hissing like a riled cobra.
Leaning against a post, I contemplate where I'm going. Do I have a route, like this bus? Is someone else driving ME too? Or am I aimless, goalless?
A while passes, I must had dosed off but I wake up two stops late. Dammit.
Walking off I begin my journey back toward home. Things couldn't get worse or so I thought.
It begins to rain and I get this terrible headache. I'm getting angry.
Darkness closing in as nightfall rolls around. No lights. No sounds.
I'm scared.
Reaching the end of the road, almost home, I see a black figure in the distance. With glowing eyes. The rain gets heavier and I feel inexplicably sad.
I turn away, better take a short cut. Yet again I'm blocked by a tall, lanky figure, dark shades of midnight blue, and I start to be afraid.
I run, as fast as I can before I bump into a huge, titan of a male. Demon red. Eyes of fire. I pound my fist against him out of anger and get hurled into the sky, tumbling.
Falling to the ground, I'm surely dead. Until I feel arms that caught me.
A female, of putrid yellow appearance. Then I smell burning skin, and it's my own.
I scream in pain as I writhe around on the floor.
The figures encircle me. I'm sorrowful, fearful, furious and in dire pain.
They all stare with glowing eyes and light fills the sky.
One by one they say:

"I am the sorrow...for we are one"
"I am the fear...for you are mine"
"I am the fury...for you are a victim"
"I am the pain...for you are in agony"

Closing my eyes, is this all a dream? No.
The light gets brighter as the four ominous figures merge into one and then into me.
Indescribable pain and fury, sorrow and fear, all at once. Then dead.
Silence, darkness, as if nothing had happened.
I try to begin walking but I'm held back. A boney hand casts a shadow on my shoulder and my body turns to white.
The figure behind me, I dare not turn to see, but it whispers in my ear with the voice I know so well, it's her!
I look up at the sky as it cracks open and I ascend.
There stands a female...with a boney hand...I never thought I'd see her again.
She asks me who I am,and I say:
"I am the end...for I am human."

-AC

I am on the verge of tears, right from the second 'verse', having returned to the beginning twice to try to establish some understanding, and then finally grasping your wonderful concept... til the very last line, I had a lump in my throat and my eyes were burning but I made myself continue, I had to reach the end. I've never read something so moving and yet disturbing, so dark and yet beautiful all at once, AC. I completely blown away.

What did you think the concept was? I'm intrigued.

Thank you very much also.

-AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
Under the spotlights I writhe and contort my body into awkward shapes.
Jerk and jolt my throat tonight.
Baying vocal spears of catharthic and liberating power.
You're all staring at me, I'll resist you with every inch.
Lashings of aggression, spiked with fury help me cast the stowaways out.
Keep them out and keep away.
God can't help because he's nailing someone up, you're on your own.
They're leaving now, the final push.
I'm burnt out and crashing to Earth.
Then I look infront of me as I hit the ground with a thud.
They're not staring.
I leave the stage.

-AC
Hmmm.... interesting.

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
What did you think the concept was? I'm intrigued.

Thank you very much also.

-AC

Ok, don't beat me down on this, but what I drew from that piece was something along the lines of four separate feelings, those of sorrow, fear, fury and pain... each felt by someone different throughout the piece and then finally by the narrator (or the first person narrative) towards the end, we see the narrator sitting alone, reminiscing, and then enduring these four different feelings one by one (even going so far as to seeing the four previous victims, having visions of them), the piece building into a 'crescendo' and finally culminating in an unexpected climax where the narrator consumes the other victims, as their agony consumes him... they are him, or four separate pieces of his bodily hurt... then he is touched by the very same 'boney hand' as before, except this time it's slightly different, he knows her. Is she the cause? The reason he is experiencing so much pain and confusion? Also, he turns white, is that a reference to purity, to being cleansed of all 'sin' and pain? It's almost as if the reason for the narrator's anger/fury/pain/sorrow is now becoming his saviour...

Anyway, like I said, personal interpretation so I apologise if it's utterly off the mark

Excellent AC, truly excellent

Not utterly off the mark, because that's obviously what you got from it. You're right in some small ways, but it's pretty cryptic so don't feel bad for not getting it right haha.

That's not what it means, but I appreciate interpretations. Thanks for taking the time.

-AC

No problem, like I said it's magnificent work, and really enjoyable to read. More people should take the time to read things of such length rather than being put off by them

Originally posted by Syren
No problem, like I said it's magnificent work, and really enjoyable to read. More people should take the time to read things of such length rather than being put off by them
Well I read it and was so glad I did Hopefully others will also take the time to read it yes

Play the 4 string like you're possessed.
Possessed by some dancing demon, teasing out my decadent side.
Going to Heaven, are you? I guess we'll never meet again.
Because she makes me want to commit the sin of all sins.
And I'm way too prone to temptation.
So I guess I'm off to Hell.
She twists and turns, captures my gaze and doesn't let it go even for a second.
When we merged that night you left a part of yourself here.
Oh how I can't wait to return it to you.
Yet we've never even spoke.
I still taste you even now.
I'm hungry.

This is about someone. One person may know who hehe.

-AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
Play the 4 string like you're possessed.
Possessed by some dancing demon, teasing out my decadent side.
Going to Heaven, are you? I guess we'll never meet again.
Because she makes me want to commit the sin of all sins.
And I'm way too prone to temptation.
So I guess I'm off to Hell.
She twists and turns, captures my gaze and doesn't let it go even for a second.
When we merged that night you left a part of yourself here.
Oh how I can't wait to return it to you.
Yet we've never even spoke.
I still taste you even now.
I'm hungry.

This is about someone. One person may know who hehe.

-AC

dang man... twisted around her finger are ya? ha... been there... still there.... I like.

I wish I was twisted around her finger...haha.

You have no idea.

-AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
I wish I was twisted around her finger...haha.

You have no idea.

-AC

hmmmm.....mebbe not YOURS, but I have been in similar... heh.. my friend Rose can forever ask or tell, and I shall be there. Havent heard from or seen her in 3 years, but that is still how I feel. It means a lot when I swear to protect someone forever.


You feeling like that mebbe? or more even ?

The above piece wasn't about being in love haha.

Being in some other L word, but not love.

-AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
The above piece wasn't about being in love haha.

Being in some other L word, but not love.

-AC

Aha.... the truth comes out... well, there are ways to fix it heathily and ways that will get you tossed in jail... your choice.

(on a sidenote, i will admit, hate being in your shoes. Blueb's suck. )

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
The above piece wasn't about being in love haha.

Being in some other L word, but not love.

-AC
hmmm I thought so
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Aha.... the truth comes out... well, there are ways to fix it heathily and ways that will get you tossed in jail... your choice.

Intruiging detective

Dream, there's actually a person involved and jail isn't one of the theoretical results haha.

-AC

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
Play the 4 string like you're possessed.
Possessed by some dancing demon, teasing out my decadent side.
Going to Heaven, are you? I guess we'll never meet again.
Because she makes me want to commit the sin of all sins.
And I'm way too prone to temptation.
So I guess I'm off to Hell.
She twists and turns, captures my gaze and doesn't let it go even for a second.
When we merged that night you left a part of yourself here.
Oh how I can't wait to return it to you.
Yet we've never even spoke.
I still taste you even now.
I'm hungry.

This is about someone. One person may know who hehe.

-AC

I know

Very nice.

I told you I was obsessed! Haha.

Something happened that night, I swear.

-AC

well, considering what you told me.....not too surprised!

Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
Dream, there's actually a person involved and jail isn't one of the theoretical results haha.

-AC

hahaha glad to know....

So you've waited for what seems like eons.
Now the day is upon you. So panic....
...or don't panic.
A final end or new beginning?
How does approaching death look to faithless eyes?
Cling to a religion that drops you, or cling to your own "good book".
It's not over, you know.
The end of your time is only the start.
For you are human, we are both one and many.
Mother nature doesn't throw away, she does her part to recycle.
Trust in rebirth.

-AC

hm... an interesting view.

This epic mess: A spectacle.
Clowns and jesters dance for the Ringmasters.
Through hoops of fire jump lions and tigers, they'll be sure to burn one day.
To control the beast is to control the jungle, it seems.
And all the animals are under their spell.
Mechanical nature, fading.
Emotionless.
Gone.
All become batteries.

-AC

Amazing poems AC!....you're very talentedclap

It doesn't matter if you're honest, only that you fake it well enough.
They'll never mind, they'll still clap and cheer.
Thick fumes clog the airwaves and the world inhales like a newborn.
A poison that tastes nice enough to swallow will kill you just the same.
Do sane thoughts in insane places make the thinker go crazy?
Will you become one of them?
Outside the clouds of putrid waste, the real ones create in exile.
If I know the puppets get the glory, why the satisfaction?
Safety in numbers, rewards in thinking.

-AC

I quite like that