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Feb. 13th, 2012 03:09 amsleep is a cautious cat
crouched just beyond my reach
eyeing my outstretched hand distrustfully
refusing to come for my beckoning, hopeful call
(dvad)
yeah so guess what I saw recently
Jan. 3rd, 2012 06:07 pmTitle: A Love Song of Fight Or Flight
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
paxlux (because she asked, though tbh it was going to be for her anyway ♥)
*
A Love Song of Fight Or Flight
He's a kick to the chest.
You're only truly alive when there's danger singing in your veins,
arias of adrenaline,
and he threat-sparks your thunderclap heartbeat with a gun report smile
that shoots you right between the eyes.
The whole point to living, you've learned,
is so he can kill you.
(And death doesn't feel right unless it's by his hand.)
He's a knife to the throat.
No one still living knew your weaknesses.
You had no blind spots. You had perfect defenses none could breach,
then you let him through.
You looked away and he slid shiv-sharp right between your ribs.
Now you're spread out, arms open come-get-me wide,
presenting yourself like an offering of pressure points
for him to bruise beneath his hands.
He's a blow to the head,
a fist to the teeth.
His lips pressed to your skin hit like a punch in the gut
until three whispered words
go pop-pop-pop
and shatter your sternum;
you'd never even felt the press of metal concealed by tongue and teeth.
You help him steady his aim, tell him to fire again, again,
already craving the taste of more blood in the back of your mouth.
He's a kick to the chest, and you're falling.
He's a kick to your chest,
and you fall,
and you fall,
and you
*
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
For
paxlux (because she asked, though tbh it was going to be for her anyway ♥)*
A Love Song of Fight Or Flight
He's a kick to the chest.
You're only truly alive when there's danger singing in your veins,
arias of adrenaline,
and he threat-sparks your thunderclap heartbeat with a gun report smile
that shoots you right between the eyes.
The whole point to living, you've learned,
is so he can kill you.
(And death doesn't feel right unless it's by his hand.)
He's a knife to the throat.
No one still living knew your weaknesses.
You had no blind spots. You had perfect defenses none could breach,
then you let him through.
You looked away and he slid shiv-sharp right between your ribs.
Now you're spread out, arms open come-get-me wide,
presenting yourself like an offering of pressure points
for him to bruise beneath his hands.
He's a blow to the head,
a fist to the teeth.
His lips pressed to your skin hit like a punch in the gut
until three whispered words
go pop-pop-pop
and shatter your sternum;
you'd never even felt the press of metal concealed by tongue and teeth.
You help him steady his aim, tell him to fire again, again,
already craving the taste of more blood in the back of your mouth.
He's a kick to the chest, and you're falling.
He's a kick to your chest,
and you fall,
and you fall,
and you
*
the good doctor
Aug. 2nd, 2011 04:58 pmReanimated
They sent you home a dead man
but forgot to put you in a box
so you'd know to stop moving
so you'd know to stop needing useless air
drawn in with keep calm-steady breaths.
They let you shuffle
like the living dead on those movies you watch
in the insomniac hours
before morning and after night;
but on three legs instead of two
you're no good
even as a zombie.
How fortunate you met the madman.
Mad genius, mad scientist
your Dr. Frankenstein
he fills you with a living man's blood
whenever he lets you stand near
injects you with adrenaline
with every word from his needle-sharp tongue.
His thoughts spark between your neurons
and he is your living Tesla coil
restarting your heart
with the lightning touch of his hand.
His gaze on you slams against your chest
like defibrillator paddles
shock jolting through your body
each time your eyes meet his;
when he speaks, you hear:
Rise
Rise up and walk. Rise up and run!
and, because it's him
you do.
(dvad 8-2-11)
They sent you home a dead man
but forgot to put you in a box
so you'd know to stop moving
so you'd know to stop needing useless air
drawn in with keep calm-steady breaths.
They let you shuffle
like the living dead on those movies you watch
in the insomniac hours
before morning and after night;
but on three legs instead of two
you're no good
even as a zombie.
How fortunate you met the madman.
Mad genius, mad scientist
your Dr. Frankenstein
he fills you with a living man's blood
whenever he lets you stand near
injects you with adrenaline
with every word from his needle-sharp tongue.
His thoughts spark between your neurons
and he is your living Tesla coil
restarting your heart
with the lightning touch of his hand.
His gaze on you slams against your chest
like defibrillator paddles
shock jolting through your body
each time your eyes meet his;
when he speaks, you hear:
Rise
Rise up and walk. Rise up and run!
and, because it's him
you do.
(dvad 8-2-11)
rusty gears don't want to move
Jul. 27th, 2011 05:26 pmheavy-handed metaphor
You are in a room filled with
invisible people
they're hiding within the lines
if you bother to read between them
hoping that you will make them
real
See them kneeling below your shadow
moth-dancing in your brilliant light
singing to you love and praises
just in case you care to
listen
Today they weren't chosen to be
visible people
so they fill all the empty spaces
in your empty rooms
and keep waiting
(tomorrow they'll be special
if they keep waiting)
with you, amongst you
right here.
(dvad 7-27-11)
You are in a room filled with
invisible people
they're hiding within the lines
if you bother to read between them
hoping that you will make them
real
See them kneeling below your shadow
moth-dancing in your brilliant light
singing to you love and praises
just in case you care to
listen
Today they weren't chosen to be
visible people
so they fill all the empty spaces
in your empty rooms
and keep waiting
(tomorrow they'll be special
if they keep waiting)
with you, amongst you
right here.
(dvad 7-27-11)
a taste of our flames
May. 28th, 2011 05:17 pmSwailing
Sunday morning,
just past 6
or 7
road dust on your shoes
creeping up your
pant legs
and you smell
like you've been rolling in a bonfire.
Some days
you think you sweat
charcoal lighter fluid.
(There's always salt on your
skin;
Some days
you think when you snap your fingers
you'll spark fire
At least then
you won't have to
carry all that with you anymore.)
Cleaning your tools of the trade
the plowshares
you both beat back into
swords
gravel grinds
beneath your feet
as your stance shifts with the motions
(Your stance was steady
last night--
mountain wide, redwood tall,
you've grown up
solid as you
dreamed you'd be.)
Hum a song
you know he hates.
He whistles while he works
(some ancient tune you can't stand)
rebuilding guns
like Jenga puzzles
(take out the
bullet
but they don't fall down)
You're a discordant harmony.
Funny how it sounds
just fine
to you.
The world slams shut
hollow metal whomp
but everything you orbit is still
right here
He stands next to you; you're taller
but he always plants himself as your
windbreak.
Shoulder pressed to shoulder
hip to hip
There's the bump of knees;
there's the kick of his boot
against yours.
You kick him back.
Sunrise spreads flames
across the sky
like wildfire
It's dawn, and you smell like
smoke.
Sunday morning,
just past 6
or 7
road dust on your shoes
creeping up your
pant legs
and you smell
like you've been rolling in a bonfire.
Some days
you think you sweat
charcoal lighter fluid.
(There's always salt on your
skin;
Some days
you think when you snap your fingers
you'll spark fire
At least then
you won't have to
carry all that with you anymore.)
Cleaning your tools of the trade
the plowshares
you both beat back into
swords
gravel grinds
beneath your feet
as your stance shifts with the motions
(Your stance was steady
last night--
mountain wide, redwood tall,
you've grown up
solid as you
dreamed you'd be.)
Hum a song
you know he hates.
He whistles while he works
(some ancient tune you can't stand)
rebuilding guns
like Jenga puzzles
(take out the
bullet
but they don't fall down)
You're a discordant harmony.
Funny how it sounds
just fine
to you.
The world slams shut
hollow metal whomp
but everything you orbit is still
right here
He stands next to you; you're taller
but he always plants himself as your
windbreak.
Shoulder pressed to shoulder
hip to hip
There's the bump of knees;
there's the kick of his boot
against yours.
You kick him back.
Sunrise spreads flames
across the sky
like wildfire
It's dawn, and you smell like
smoke.
Mary, Mary
May. 24th, 2011 02:23 pmSam.
Oral Tradition
My mother is a fairy tale
a fable that never happened
She's the story no one will tell me
so I whisper her to myself in the dark
until I fall asleep.
My mother is a folklore of blood and fire
an interdiction teaching me what lurks in my shadows
so I can be a moral lesson to others
when I do wrong.
She is no happy ending
happily never after;
we her sons are brothers, grim.
(dvad 5-24-11)
Oral Tradition
My mother is a fairy tale
a fable that never happened
She's the story no one will tell me
so I whisper her to myself in the dark
until I fall asleep.
My mother is a folklore of blood and fire
an interdiction teaching me what lurks in my shadows
so I can be a moral lesson to others
when I do wrong.
She is no happy ending
happily never after;
we her sons are brothers, grim.
(dvad 5-24-11)
big damned hero
May. 2nd, 2011 04:30 amA happiest of happy birthdays to one Sam Winchester ♥ Pretend that I have written a little something where he and his brother spend a peaceful day together to celebrate, and they keep on carrying on. Many happy returns of the day, Sammy.
Thank you toakintay and santacarlagypsy for tin foil hats! They're freaking adorable ^___^ Many *hugs*!
Finally watched our Secret of Kells DVD on Saturday. Really gorgeously detailed animation and a very interesting and unique art style. Am planning on rewatching sometime on my computer instead of my TV, so I can get a closer look at it.
Have been rereading Kerouac's Book of Haikus recently. Jotted down under the flap of the back cover in a poor attempt at his style:
new leaves
on swaying branches
birdfeeder pendulum swings
Guild got a first kill on Heroic Atramedes last night--took about five attempts total. Have tried the "new" ZA and ZG (as well as the special quest chain in Stranglethorn), though I have yet to do the children's week stuff again.
paxlux is the Jerk to my Bitch. I'm just sayin'. ♥
Ohwow, finally tired. Finally\o/ Too much awakeness and anxiety all evening and night.
Thank you to
akintay and santacarlagypsy for tin foil hats! They're freaking adorable ^___^ Many *hugs*!Finally watched our Secret of Kells DVD on Saturday. Really gorgeously detailed animation and a very interesting and unique art style. Am planning on rewatching sometime on my computer instead of my TV, so I can get a closer look at it.
Have been rereading Kerouac's Book of Haikus recently. Jotted down under the flap of the back cover in a poor attempt at his style:
new leaves
on swaying branches
birdfeeder pendulum swings
Guild got a first kill on Heroic Atramedes last night--took about five attempts total. Have tried the "new" ZA and ZG (as well as the special quest chain in Stranglethorn), though I have yet to do the children's week stuff again.
paxlux is the Jerk to my Bitch. I'm just sayin'. ♥Ohwow, finally tired. Finally\o/ Too much awakeness and anxiety all evening and night.
what I did last summer
I bought the iPod
because no one told me I shouldn't
because no one complained it was a waste of money
because no one said
we don't have the room to carry around stupid shit like that
I bought the adapter
because no one used the cassette player in the car
because no one picked the music but me
because no one warned me
I'd start crying in front of some kid working at a Walmart
who stared at me like I was a freak
because they didn't understand what buying an iPod and a car adapter
meant
I bought the iPod
because no one told me I shouldn't
because no one complained it was a waste of money
because no one said
we don't have the room to carry around stupid shit like that
I bought the adapter
because no one used the cassette player in the car
because no one picked the music but me
because no one warned me
I'd start crying in front of some kid working at a Walmart
who stared at me like I was a freak
because they didn't understand what buying an iPod and a car adapter
meant
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vietnam_Veterans_Memorial
Monuments
The last time they did a hunt in D.C.,
they visited The Wall
because it was Memorial Day
and they were thinking about their father
though neither of them said so out loud.
They stood in front of the monument,
flat and black and reflecting their faces
as if they were looking into a lake at midnight,
and Sam reached out to brush his fingers
over the cool gabbro stone.
"There's names on mine, too,"
he said. "Everyone's names.
They're all there."
Nearby, a tour group chattered about
mindless things as
Dean reached out and grabbed Sam's wrist.
They stared at each other silently;
Dean didn't say
Don't scratch, Sam
and Sam didn't say
I won't, Dean, I won't
but the words were there anyway.
A few feet away, a middle-aged woman
held a sheet of paper up to the surface of the Wall,
rubbed it with a crayon
until she had a name to carry away with her.
Sam let his hand drop to his side, but
Dean didn't let go of his wrist;
he held on,
held on.
Monuments
The last time they did a hunt in D.C.,
they visited The Wall
because it was Memorial Day
and they were thinking about their father
though neither of them said so out loud.
They stood in front of the monument,
flat and black and reflecting their faces
as if they were looking into a lake at midnight,
and Sam reached out to brush his fingers
over the cool gabbro stone.
"There's names on mine, too,"
he said. "Everyone's names.
They're all there."
Nearby, a tour group chattered about
mindless things as
Dean reached out and grabbed Sam's wrist.
They stared at each other silently;
Dean didn't say
Don't scratch, Sam
and Sam didn't say
I won't, Dean, I won't
but the words were there anyway.
A few feet away, a middle-aged woman
held a sheet of paper up to the surface of the Wall,
rubbed it with a crayon
until she had a name to carry away with her.
Sam let his hand drop to his side, but
Dean didn't let go of his wrist;
he held on,
held on.
Car repair is a shifter cable, which luckily can be fixed by today or (most likely) Wednesday. It's "inexpensive", which in transmission speak I guess translates to "you're lucky it's only $500".
Sometimes I make things and they turn out okay.
I like how I started out the month intending to write a poem a day. Ahaha.
*
weather vanes
sun just warm enough
beer by the side of the road
toast the first clear day
poltergeist rattles
the windows, funnel cloud rends
the roof; nature wins
breath frosts in the air
though bones are smoldering ash
wind smells of burned leaves
wisconsin ice storm
driver and shotgun take turns
scraping the windshield
Sometimes I make things and they turn out okay.
I like how I started out the month intending to write a poem a day. Ahaha.
*
weather vanes
sun just warm enough
beer by the side of the road
toast the first clear day
poltergeist rattles
the windows, funnel cloud rends
the roof; nature wins
breath frosts in the air
though bones are smoldering ash
wind smells of burned leaves
wisconsin ice storm
driver and shotgun take turns
scraping the windshield
"I am a despicable human being."
Apr. 3rd, 2011 10:51 pmTangled? Awesome♥ Friend Kelly asked to borrow my 1st season SPN DVDs. Even more awesome. Which makes how I'm so stupidly melancholy today even more incomprehensible >_< Ffffffffff, I still haven't gotten around to buying the DVDs of Totoro or Whispers of the Heart. Why do I never remember this until I need them most?
Guild finally got heroic Chimaeron down. Finally, finally, finally.
*
stargaze
pale moon shimmers on
a black metal pond:
wherever we drive
our midnight sky is with us
Guild finally got heroic Chimaeron down. Finally, finally, finally.
*
stargaze
pale moon shimmers on
a black metal pond:
wherever we drive
our midnight sky is with us
Title: special of the day
Pairing/Rating: Sam/Dean, PG
special of the day
I did not have the pie
the diner said was eight-time champion,
winningest in Colfax County.
I did not eat the cherries
so perfect tart they made you moan
(just like you do for me),
sauce glistening on your lips,
red as some barfly's lipstick.
I did not crumble the flaking crust with that
lucky fork:
the crumbs of pastry in my mouth
came from your skin.
The taste of summer-ripe, homegrown fruit,
sugar-syrup sweet,
I licked from your tongue
(It's the flavor of your mouth
that's the most delicious.)
The filling that's slick and sticky on my lips
was painted on me by your kiss.
But I did not have the pie.
Pairing/Rating: Sam/Dean, PG
special of the day
I did not have the pie
the diner said was eight-time champion,
winningest in Colfax County.
I did not eat the cherries
so perfect tart they made you moan
(just like you do for me),
sauce glistening on your lips,
red as some barfly's lipstick.
I did not crumble the flaking crust with that
lucky fork:
the crumbs of pastry in my mouth
came from your skin.
The taste of summer-ripe, homegrown fruit,
sugar-syrup sweet,
I licked from your tongue
(It's the flavor of your mouth
that's the most delicious.)
The filling that's slick and sticky on my lips
was painted on me by your kiss.
But I did not have the pie.
Title: Go
Characters/Rating: Dean, Sam, G
Go
bullet-fast
over interstate stretched gunshot-straight
to the horizon
a flat grey graze wound
through the flesh of some midwestern state
Go
because
your brother called and said, I'm sorry
I'm sorry
can I come home?
trigger-pull firing you, and you
Go
with a stomach twisted into
cloverleafs and roundabouts
until the road ends at his highway-bend smile
a slow curve into will you forgive me
Engage safety, unload
because
you drove his home to him
you drove home to him
The guns are locked away and the engines that roared
are cooled and silent
not even pinging
Now, at last, you can
Stay.
Characters/Rating: Dean, Sam, G
Go
bullet-fast
over interstate stretched gunshot-straight
to the horizon
a flat grey graze wound
through the flesh of some midwestern state
Go
because
your brother called and said, I'm sorry
I'm sorry
can I come home?
trigger-pull firing you, and you
Go
with a stomach twisted into
cloverleafs and roundabouts
until the road ends at his highway-bend smile
a slow curve into will you forgive me
Engage safety, unload
because
you drove his home to him
you drove home to him
The guns are locked away and the engines that roared
are cooled and silent
not even pinging
Now, at last, you can
Stay.
always remember
Jan. 30th, 2011 04:41 amDealing with a cold the last few days, been extremely tired and thus have been doing close to nothing. Also it's messed with my sleep schedule, which is probably obvious. Lucky that there was nothing social scheduled this weekend.
Due to a comment on a thread at that spn poetry community, was introduced to the concept of erasure poetry (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erasure_poetry). Admittedly, I've only ever had one creative writing class (high school, very basic/general), but all those high school and college AP and honors English classes...? I feel like my education was so lacking, that I'd never heard of such back then.
Anyway, decided to attempt one, using the lyrics of Kansas' "Carry On Wayward Son" (it seemed appropriate). Sort of an exploration/reflection on 5.22-6.11 Sam.
Geas
"Carry my peace, rest no more"
I rose ever higher,
but flew too high
My eyes still blind,
my mind mad,
I hear voices
when I'm dreaming
I can hear
a reason my charade is wise--
I don't know
stormy emotion
Tossed about
like a ship,
the ocean winds' voices say,
"Remember nothing
The splendor lights your heaven,
waits for you
My son, you are done
Rest,
don't cry, don't cry."
Due to a comment on a thread at that spn poetry community, was introduced to the concept of erasure poetry (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erasure_poetry). Admittedly, I've only ever had one creative writing class (high school, very basic/general), but all those high school and college AP and honors English classes...? I feel like my education was so lacking, that I'd never heard of such back then.
Anyway, decided to attempt one, using the lyrics of Kansas' "Carry On Wayward Son" (it seemed appropriate). Sort of an exploration/reflection on 5.22-6.11 Sam.
Geas
"Carry my peace, rest no more"
I rose ever higher,
but flew too high
My eyes still blind,
my mind mad,
I hear voices
when I'm dreaming
I can hear
a reason my charade is wise--
I don't know
stormy emotion
Tossed about
like a ship,
the ocean winds' voices say,
"Remember nothing
The splendor lights your heaven,
waits for you
My son, you are done
Rest,
don't cry, don't cry."
educational
Nov. 26th, 2010 05:55 pmJ.K.'s Solstice Hard Cider (http://organicscrumpy.com/) is damned amazing, especially warmed. Tasty, I say, taaaaaasty. I almost never drink, and one reason is because it's hard to find alcoholic things where I like the flavor. This was awesome. Bought another bottle at the store today. :| I rationalized it as it's only going to be around a short time during the holidays. Split the one last night with mom, but she only wanted a small amount, so I ended up with about 2/3 the bottle. I'm heavy and was quite full thanks to so much foods, but yeah, I was very...mellow. :p (But truly, so very tasty.)
Re: WoW. Finally got my dk to 80, so I can ignore him until I level his alchemy come Cata. Am continuing to fall so hard for the new Orgrimmar. And ohman, I am kind of stunned at the detail they put into the female goblins' hair (no pcs yet, but the npcs all have the new appearances). It really puts the hair on other female toons to shame--really hoping the hairstyles get shared via barbershop with belves and nelves at the least.
Definitely avoided shopping areas today, though got a good number of gift things ordered online. So I'm doing much better than many previous years. And it's past Thanksgiving so I can allow myself to listen to my Christmas music YAY \o/ Happy happy.
Poetry for mininano/wrisomifu, the sort that could be read as original but is really about Dean&Sam. :p
( And yeah, I had the song stuck in my head )
Re: WoW. Finally got my dk to 80, so I can ignore him until I level his alchemy come Cata. Am continuing to fall so hard for the new Orgrimmar. And ohman, I am kind of stunned at the detail they put into the female goblins' hair (no pcs yet, but the npcs all have the new appearances). It really puts the hair on other female toons to shame--really hoping the hairstyles get shared via barbershop with belves and nelves at the least.
Definitely avoided shopping areas today, though got a good number of gift things ordered online. So I'm doing much better than many previous years. And it's past Thanksgiving so I can allow myself to listen to my Christmas music YAY \o/ Happy happy.
Poetry for mininano/wrisomifu, the sort that could be read as original but is really about Dean&Sam. :p
( And yeah, I had the song stuck in my head )
ten in three days
Nov. 15th, 2010 04:01 pmSo, Trader Joe's Dark Peppermint Covered Peppermint Joe Joe's are my demon blood. Good lord'n'butter, those should be a controlled substance. (See? http://www.candyblog.net/blog/item/trader_joes_mint_jojos_versus_mint_oreos/ Asdfkjfsk*omnom*)
Speaking of tasty things, ♥thanks,jojothecr for the fruit plate virtual gift :D Cute!♥
Re: WoW. >_> So addicted to playing Yared over on Khaz Modan. :x I think I got her like four or five levels yesterday (up to 22 already). When did warriors get to be this fun? I think I'm Fury tree for life... At least I can sort of rationalize playing her instead of my belf DK or my mage (still 3 levels and five levels from 80) since it's sort of a last chance to see Darkshore and Ashenvale before The Shattering. I'll miss Auberdine, in a way. ^^; (Nostalgia again...remembering being there the first time on Sas in vanilla, and it was so very crowded--met the people who got me into my very first guild on a quest there.)
( mini/wriso )
Speaking of tasty things, ♥thanks,
jojothecr for the fruit plate virtual gift :D Cute!♥Re: WoW. >_> So addicted to playing Yared over on Khaz Modan. :x I think I got her like four or five levels yesterday (up to 22 already). When did warriors get to be this fun? I think I'm Fury tree for life... At least I can sort of rationalize playing her instead of my belf DK or my mage (still 3 levels and five levels from 80) since it's sort of a last chance to see Darkshore and Ashenvale before The Shattering. I'll miss Auberdine, in a way. ^^; (Nostalgia again...remembering being there the first time on Sas in vanilla, and it was so very crowded--met the people who got me into my very first guild on a quest there.)
( mini/wriso )
http://www.someecards.com/anniversary-cards/if-i-still-had-a-soul-youd-be
To Dean, from s6!Sam. The most to-Dean-from-s6!Sam-iest thing *ever*.
( I really, really, really, really, really didn't want to write today )
To Dean, from s6!Sam. The most to-Dean-from-s6!Sam-iest thing *ever*.
( I really, really, really, really, really didn't want to write today )
