Love-
Dont hope
To cope;
Dont dance
At chance.
The rose
Grows
From the mirth
Of Earth;
The rose
Grows
From the soil
Of toil.
Love-
Dont spare
Your share;
Dont blind
The mind.
You give-
You live;
You lie-
You die.
You yearn-
You burn;
You choose-
You lose.
Love-
Dont face
Disgrace;
Dont bail
And fail.
Love is two-sided,
Love is divided-
Treat each the same
And you will gain.
Treat one higher-
And youll expire.
Love is taught
When it is not.
Love is lusting
Love is trusting
Love is thrusting.
Minus two
if you do-
But know
that Sex
is a vex;
A curse
for the worse.
A voice
without choice.
Indeed,
to lope
and cope.
Pulling the pieces
Through nephews and nieces.
Making mingle
be single.
Singular-
Like the word unheard.
But those
who speak
are weak.
Just fuck
and with luck -
The Sun
will shine
Devine.
But those who care
will spare;
Those who live
will give.
But what is life
without Sex?
A goddamn vex.
Silver stacks
Down the stretch
Where sunlight meets-
And retreats.
Backwards-
Through bog
And fog.
Blurred and deferred.
Lone figure
On the wall
Who sunlight beats-
And defeats
Burning-
The wicker
To flicker
Turning and yearning.
Blackest thread
In the sky
How sunlight shades
And fades
Beneath
The wear
And tear
Hiding and biding.
Rolling time
Against the fence
When sunlight harms
And charms
Sharpen
The haste
To waste
Ghostly and mostly.
Gilded shroud
Below the sight
Why sunlight wavers
And favors:
Inviting-
To be jest
At best
Embarking and larking.
Heavy heart-
Up in thorns
What moonlight fastens
To
Hope-
Less-
Ness-
Divide and conquer;
Control.
Ripping,
Dripping,
And Slipping -
Moist and mellow;
Lucid.
Skew
And renew -
Rebuild
And yield.
Into the water,
Into the sky,
Without goodbye.
Drown, drown-
Absent yellow,
None to bellow.
Jealousy -
That's love.
When the prickly parts -
Make no sense.
No sense at all.
When the bee sting grows
And mother
Has no bandage.
Her kisses -
Ice;
Her stitches -
Pain.
Pain to gain –
Drive insane.
Grinning fierce,
Pen to pierce.
To crust
And
Rust.
Trust
And
Lust.
Romance -
Two lips,
One tongue.
Two eyes,
One heart.
No obstruction -
No change
To rearrange.
Comp
It was a dark place, but dark wouldn't cut it. No word could, nobody could. People had seen it, thought about it, and left it. To them, it was stranger; someone or something dispensable. Yet, like the novel it challenged them; supported a game. They could tear open each page, read every line, and stumble in some drunken inertia. All it respected was fire: the willow soot, that welted flare – eclipsing ellipse. There to burn, char and brown; crippled and cracked: indescribable, non admirable. Rejected, not by definition, but lack there of. Such was nature, nomenclature; to destroy the unrefined. Perhaps by fear or arrogance, both were without
The lake will break
In the wake;
Bumble, rumble,
Twist and tumble.
River float,
Without a boat;
Trickle, sickle,
Dry and fickle.
Rising yeast,
With no feast;
Mother's mirth
Betray the Earth.
Upward light,
Burning bright;
Golden horde,
Shining Lord.
Glimmer spray
Wash away;
Glazing finger,
Darkness linger.
Ding-a-ring,
Sprouting spring;
Violet bell
Thrown through Hell.
Soil pierce,
With petal fierce;
Cracking sound,
Underground.
Trance the roses,
Singe their noses;
Bleeding yellow,
Murk and mellow.
Sunlight fed,
Now is dead;
Leaking out
And round about.
Fed by lies:
Bluest skies;
Raining shroud,
Heavy clo
As I looked into the starry sky
What did I see?
Woe, it was an illusion of me,
And all that I had once to be.
Gleaming backwards, moving face;
In, about, and out of place.
Wave by wave I crashed ashore,
Known'st to what I was before;
Upon a rock, my body bled:
Wound alive, and nearly dead.
Across the water on a boat,
Seven men were all afloat;
Thirteen others, in the blue,
Sleeping where the coral grew.
Journeys cropped in every tongue,
Like the rag as it is rung:
Dripping, dropping to the ground
Without haste, though all of sound.
Homeward bound, they made a' way
Up in night and back at day;
Singing pride in every chest,
Meet Me Maker, Second Taker by DarkCheshire, literature
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Meet Me Maker, Second Taker
'Twas set in time,
A' cuckled rhyme;
Twisting, twisting
By sublime.
What dost it say
When it spray
Hours on the
Mark of day?
Two to chance,
Deadly dance;
'Round about,
In outer stance.
Doth it mourn,
Heavy scorn;
Giver of
The worldly born
Showing, growing,
Seeds for sewing;
Mother Earth
And all unknowing.
That which showers
Plenty flowers;
Raining in
On clouds of hours.
Running force,
Valiant horse;
In, about,
And round of course.
Hoe to plow,
Till to sow;
Turning 'bout
The then and now.
Clock confine,
Soul align;
Bade this heart
Inside of mine.
Ting-a-Ting,
Hark to sing,
Crimson bells
Relay in ring.
Ta
Book 1
Sanity Reveled, Hopelessness Discarded
1-78 Lines
For years my imagination cradled me;
In its warm arms I would sleep,
Until the day the cradle made its last creak.
It was then that I fell with a loud thud, 7
Against the snow ridden mud.
The world around me grew frightfully dark,
Never again would I hear the angels golden harp.
Now I lay here shrouded in my red stained covers.
My thoughts constantly on my father and mother.
Like pictures embedded into my mind,
Oh how I wish at times that the mind were blind. 15
Outside a h
Deliver Us From This Evil by DarkCheshire, literature
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Deliver Us From This Evil
Deliver Us from This Evil
Book 2
1-67 lines
It's been so long since her long golden hair caressed my gentle face,
Now I feel that I've become a mangy, overgrown disgrace.
I've gone to long without the pleasures of a hearty meal
To not be able to die… This is how hell must truly feel.
Once upon a time this world was drenched in the finest of her dreams, 8
Now it has become a living nightmare by its entire means.
My bare bone stomach longs for the taste of food
Maybe that is why I've been put in this unbreakable demonic mood.
I still remember when it all began,
With just one drop of a fine grain of sand.
Alice had just
Madness Is Just a Disease by DarkCheshire, literature
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Madness Is Just a Disease
Madness Is Just a Disease
Book 3
Lines 1-106
They say madness is formed deep in the brain,
Originating from some childish past pain.
An eternal fiery disease,
That does anything but please.
It slowly devours your soul,
And with it comes a heavy toll.
My heart still aches for that little girl,
In my head she twirls and twirls.
Again and again her face appears,
Bring forth my ice cold tears.
Where did you go my dear friend?
I can hardly remember to back then…
But it still hurts like a horrible sin.
Tea parties are a thing of the past,
There nothing to me! They're just trash!
That's how we met though isn't it?
Well all that's
Time Needs No Reason
Book 4
Lines 1-122
Some believe that time is of the essence,
Maybe this is why I tremble in its presence.
The clocks are everywhere I look,
Through every crack, cranny, and nook.
They mock me with their terrible words, 8
That even drowns out the song of the birds.
Time never changes, but reality does,
Your mind can't be woken up by the sound of a buzz.
When night befalls, and the world falls asleep.
Time is there; it's the ghostly noises and creaks.
Your body is molded by time itself,
You're just another experiment racked among the shelf.
First Steps, No Return by DarkCheshire, literature
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First Steps, No Return
First Steps, No Return
Let the Tale Be Told
Opening Book
Book 5
Back to Wonderland I am falling,
For my friends voices are surely calling.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel,
This unnerving, hell-bent funnel.
Only the darkness will be waiting for me,
But I will calm it, with the greatest of ease.
I must, I can not lose,
Wonderland can't stand another bruise.
Let my gentle words free the empress's wraith,
And immerse this land's wounds in an amorous bath.
My hands begin to quiver in fear,
For I feel mortality is surely near.
Around me the rabbit hole begins to enclose,
And I come face to face with White Rabbit's nose.
The Mephistopheles Was Razing by DarkCheshire, literature
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The Mephistopheles Was Razing
Suicide is more that just a horrible thing,
Wound up in the thoughts far beyond our veins.
Lost in the darkness of overwhelming past pains.
It can't be lifted by the strongest of cranes.
Move that here, move this there,
Get rid of everybody, and just don't care.
You want to sleep and forget your troubles,
But in your head they will boil and bubble.
When you awaken you want to fight,
From all the hate that approached you last night;
But you're forgetting the most important thing of all,
They all love to see you break your bones after the fall.
So don't give in to that one sin,
And listen to the melody of the sweet violin.
Forget
Curriculum Vitae of Confidant by DarkCheshire, literature
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Curriculum Vitae of Confidant
We've all had our share of friends,
Even before we could count to ten.
We had friends the second we were born,
That wrapped us in a blanket and made us feel warm.
As we grew are friends came along,
And we would play games and make up songs.
But times have changed, and we've grown old.
Skin is wrapping tightly around our bones.
Many of us have stories of friends long past,
And this is another one, with a very short cast.
At the age of thirteen I met a young girl,
Her hair so pulchritudinous, you would die to see it twirl.
Her hands were as ductile as a bar of gold,
And it looked as if they were made out of soft doe mold.
Some sai
Hostile Psyche, Brutish Vanity by DarkCheshire, literature
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Hostile Psyche, Brutish Vanity
There is nothing to die for,
And nothing to cry for.
I do not exist,
Beneath the torment and the mist.
Athena does not guide me,
Like she did he.
I am on my own, in the deep dismal sea
Lost in a world without comfort and bandages,
Suffocating under the media's images.
No kiss from a stranger to part these slumbering eyes,
Only death and corruption to bring down my despise.
Oh well for the future,
And oh well for that past.
I'll be lost like this until the final crash.
I am under appreciated wherever I go,
My ideas lost under the heedlessness of the snow.
No fire to blaze down these walls,
No one to answer my stressful calls.
Unattained Letters to a Friend by DarkCheshire, literature
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Unattained Letters to a Friend
Distant Letters to a Friend
By: Contention
To: Joshi
Until the end and back again,
That is how long we will be friends.
No matter what obstacles stand in our path,
They won't stand a chance against our mighty wrath.
Don't worry I will never forget,
Your heart, your mind, and those golden words,
That floats freely like a flock of newborn birds.
They touch my soul and open locked doors,
And they break the slick wood of cold creaky floors.
To much of them and I might eventually fall,
And expose my warm curdled heart to them all.
Please don't leave me,
I'll never be the same.
In fact, it might drive me to be mentally insane.
Alo
Current Residence: Indianapolis Favourite genre of music: Peter's Tuba Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: Real Dragons Wallpaper of choice: The one from Buddy's Carpet Favourite cartoon character: Cheshire, in his furry glory; depending on which version you look at. Personal Quote: "Cats are colorblind you know, kaleidoscopes hold no interest for us" - Cheshire Cat
Favourite Visual Artist
Dragonpaw
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Peter's Magical Mystery Tour
Favourite Writers
Dragonpaw
Favourite Games
American Mcgee's Alice, Half Life 2, Gears Of War, Perfect Dark, Guitar Hero 2
Favourite Gaming Platform
Xbox 360 and the Wii. Better to have a Wii60 combination.
Tools of the Trade
Twas Brillig and the Slithy Tobe, Did Gyre and Gimble in the Wabe, Twas mimsy in the borogroves
Other Interests
Usually taking boats across rivers, while riding on the Oregon Trail
If you read it, it rhymes.
Otherwise you can read it "Oo-e-poo-e". If you read it this way - STOP SOUNDING THINGS OUT.
Anyway, whatever floats your boat will do. Unless your boat is the Titanic. Then you should not be reading this. Get out. Now.
College has started. Last Wednesday was the first day of classes.
So far, school has been great. It really is a big change from high school. In high school, your assigned homework and told when to do it.
In college, you're assigned homework, and told, "JUST DO IT WHENEVER OKAY!?"
Whenever could be any time. These proffesors are crazy, straight crazy.
The interesting thing is that most as
Many days have gone by.
The quest for a Bridge entry per day has dissapeared.
Somewhere in the mist it wallows. Where it belongs, with the Gorillas.
So much has happened in the past week. If you were to load a truck with all that has happened - it would be full. That's not a lie. If you want to try it, go out and rent a truck. While you can't pack it with experiences that aren't your own - imagine you are.
Once you are done imaginging. You can read the rest of this. Or you don't have to. Maybe you're tired from all that loading and unloading.
That's what happens when you take a challange. Bitch.
You aren't really a bitch. So d
How can you just forget about someone?
Wouldn't it suck if one day you went to sleep and woke up the next day to find out the person you loved had completely forgotten you?
That they had no feelings toward you whatsoever.
It seems impossible. But it's not. At least, it seems that way.
God, if I could go back now and change everything, I would. If I could stop myself from making the horrible mistakes I did - I would. If I could rewind everything, and remain at the beginning I would.
I should have seen it coming, I should have thought it out. I didn't give the respect I should have - I didn't give the love. But believe me, I always lo