Here follows a collection of my creative writings inspired by different situations through my life. Please take some time to look them over and give crits if you so feel like it. Cheers :o)
Unknown "Modron" Playful - 16 years, 4 months, 17 days ago

The Abyss

I have been to the edge and looked over,
Like a shade, formless I was the rover.
Black the abyss when viewed by another,
A temptress of seduction, my velvet lover.
The edge eroded and crumbled,
My footing unsure so I stumbled,
Plummeting headlong I tumbled,
Loosing my grip then I fumbled.

Her alusteress darkness so became,
My torment of vision gone insane.
Visions of nebulas in space,
Molecular shattering in space.
The edge of my sanity crumbled,
My gravity altered and I stumbled,
Into the nothing I tumbled,
Lost all my marbles, I fumbled.

The calm in the centre I sought,
Buffeted and bruised I still fought.
No peace for the wicked they say,
If I'm so wicked, what made me this way?
The birdge to reality crumbled,
I tripped and I crawled and I stumbled,
Throw by the storms I tumbled,
Someone cut my thread and I fumbled.

So bring me that glorious vision,
Make it my lifes work and mission.
To call all the fractures together,
To ride out the storm to the centre.
In a moment of calm I cease to crumble,
No more path so I no longer stumble,
No more gails so I have stoped my tumble,
I got my grip no more fumble.

Diane
Jan 2007
Unknown "Modron" Playful - 16 years, 4 months, 17 days ago

The Poison's In The Core

Patterns repeating.
How hard is it to see there's trouble in the heart?
A spanner in the works.
But nothing is wrong.
Go back to sleep, distract yourself with fluff and nonsense,
Go back to sleep, nothing to see here,
Go back to sleep, nothing is wrong.

Nothing will ever be the same again.
All is changed. What was once will never be again.
That's the bitter pill you have to swallow.
Take it or leave it no one really cares,
Just so long as you put up, shut up and stop with the noise.
Go back to sleep, nothing to see here,
Go back to sleep, nothing is wrong.

The poison's in the apple,
They handed you and bade you eat.
Eat my pretty, pretty, eat my pretty thing.
One side makes your eyes come open.
The other side puts you to sleep.
Go back to sleep, nothing to see here,
Go back to sleep, nothing is wrong.

Nov 2006
Unknown "Modron" Playful - 16 years, 4 months, 17 days ago

There You’ll Be.

Here I sit in my darkening room,
The shadows grow in the deepening gloom.
My thoughts are listless, sleepy things,
Like butterflies on jaded wings.
Now my mind can wander free,
I close my eyes, knowing there you’ll be.

The distance of so many years,
Has not diminished hopes and fears.
The chasm of the passing time,
Has failed to engulf thoughts sublime.
And as my minds eye starts to see,
I close my eyes, knowing there you’ll be.

Pictures from the years long past,
In crystal quality come fast.
Music that we loved to hear,
Echoes to my longing ear.
Like lullabies from the humming bee,
I close my eyes, knowing there you’ll be.

No ticking clock or distance long,
Could muffle out that haunting song.
No signs of age or passing youth,
Could mask the inner beauties truth.
For all is as it used to be,
When I close my eyes, knowing there you’ll be.

Jan 2,004.
Unknown "Modron" Playful - 16 years, 4 months, 17 days ago

Remembering.

With misty eyes I do recall,
How your words, they could enthral,
And how with baited breath I’d wait,
For you to call, as always late,
And then you’d smile and I’d forgive,
You’d take my hand and then I’d live,
Locked in our own secret place,
Where it would start and end with your face.

Oh yes I remember very well,
All the stories you could tell,
I remember now how in your room,
We’d sit and play your favourite tune,
Listening to that music play,
It seams like only yesterday,
And yet it’s been so many years,
Between them flows a thousand tears.

And now your voice reminds me,
Of that distant haunting melody,
Through all the pain and suffering,
That one true and simple thing,
That haunting cry, that heart felt song,
That melody cured all the wrong,
The song you played long in the past,
Brings happy memories that last.

Aug 2,003.
Unknown "Modron" Playful - 16 years, 4 months, 17 days ago