Barely lit and plainly bright
A light all her own
She becomes lost in the night
I am called upon
"Save her from the danger there"
She is imprisoned
Her light under glass
To save her, I fight
She is free from her prison
I offer my hand
My hand is refused
The beauty cannot be mine
Her light belongs to no one
This beauty cannot be mine
Together we leave
Together we trek
We are both alone always
Hero, light, apart
We love, but at a distance
A double helix of fates
Interwoven but
Never touching each other
Dear God, I'm in a coma.
Man - God, I've been in this coma for about a week now.
God - Yes, I know that.
Man - What is going to happen to me? Am I going to wake up soon, or be a vegetable?
God - …
Man - The only excitement I get is when a nurse comes to change my bedpan or refill the intravenous solution.
God - You will wake up.
Man - Soon?
God - A few years from now.
Man - Really?
God - You wake up for three minutes before you die.
Man - How many years?
God - Over five.
Man - Won't I be brain-dead?
God - Yes.
Man - Can't I forfeit those minutes and stop here?
God - You would rather die. Give up the gift of life I have given
At first I couldn't put my finger on what bothered me about her. It wasn't her body that's for sure, it wasn't her face, it wasn't even the way she dressed. It was that something about people you can't see, that something you can only touch when you are in love. While I tried to put my finger on what it was she caught my gaze and made her way over to me.
The crowded garden maze seemed to stifle all that I was feeling, the logical part of me wanted to run, but of course I stayed. When I would look back I don't know how she made it to me, in my mind she is still walking, it took so long, but only seconds.
She waded through the crowd elega
I am sitting in a bar. I am sitting at a table just watching a frosty glass of Sprite get warm and lose its carbonation. It is almost too dark to see the bubbles on the side of the glass collect and surface. There is a drunken college student making love to the karaoke microphone and an old Tom Petty song. There should be laws about doing so poorly to such a classic song in public. No one at my table is paying attention to him, or me for that matter. I have been here for about three hours; they showed up about half an hour ago. They were at another bar across town before they came here. Since they've been here they've had three rounds
(1)
Restless in my bed
I do not think of you here
Pillows in your place
(2)
The luster is gone
The romance that never was
Maybe it was lust
(3)
It might be too late
I don't know if there is hope
I have given up
(4)
What I've done for you
You never seem to notice
I no longer care
B- "Wake up, I wanna talk to you."
/A stirs, wearing hat over face/
B- "HEY!!"
/A doesn't move except to flip off B/
B- /B smacks A hard on the head/ "It shouldn't be this hard to get your attention."
A- /A removes hat pulling his long hair into his face/ "Damn figment."
B- "As your self esteem I think that it's important to discuss something with you."
A- "You're my self esteem?"
B- "Yeah."
A- "Um, haven't seem you in awhile."
B- "That's part of the problem. I'm low, YOU'RE low. At least your self esteem is low."
A- "I got apathy working the day shift nowadays."
B- /shouts/ "That's not healthy!"
/A shrugs and pull the hat back
Twenty Seconds
Breathe in
Breathe out
Mumbled lines
Nervous Heart
Fifteen Seconds
Breathe in
Breathe out
Sweaty palms
Shaking legs
Mumbled lines
Nervous heart
Ten Seconds
Breathe in
Breathe out
Eyes closed
Fists clenched
Sweaty palms
Shaking legs
Mumbled lines
Nervous Heart
Five Seconds
Breathe in
Breathe out
Dead silence
Blinding lights
Eyes closed
Fists clenched
Sweaty palms
Shaking legs
Mumbled Lines
Nervous Heart
One Second
Breathe in-
Speak. Speak loudly. Louder. LOUDER. EVEN LOUDER. SCREAM.
-Breathe out.
Relief.
Applications For Dummies by Chocabookaholic, literature
Literature
Applications For Dummies
Dear Club leaders/Teachers/future employers,
Ill begin by answering those fantastic short answer questions which I love so much. I think I would be right for this position because Im perfect in every way Alright, maybe not perfect but pretty close. Isnt this the answer you want? Or should I say something else. Maybe I should brag of my fantastic GPA, or how Ive always dreamt of doing all of your work for you. Would that make you happy? Or would you just scan over my artificial words? Would you check me off just for answering the right questions, and remembering to scribb
A slight chance of rain by Chocabookaholic, literature
Literature
A slight chance of rain
The phone rings down the hall
A heart stops beating
We all know what it is
But nothing stops us from retreating
A hand grasps the phone
And a voice calls out
Although we all linger
We know what its about
And theres a slight chance of rain today
Theres nothing we can do, and theres nothing we can say
As the world is shadowed in grey
It rains today
A soldiers mother or a patients father
Theyre all the same
Falling to the floor, or slamming a door
Its such a shame
We dont value life
Until it is lost
Then we can grasp it
But at what cost
And theres a slight chance of
Inspiration high
Frustration low
Happiness wide
Tragedy below
Love all around
Hatred my foe
Breathe it in
BREATHE OUT
Speak it in
SPEAK OUT
Sing it in
SING OUT
Dance it in
DANCE OUT
Live it in
LIVE OUT
Just live
Never thought that youd
See moles in a haiku form
Did you DA peeps?
--
Stoichiomety
Branch of chemistry dealing
With quantities like
MOLES
--
The name mole comes from
Wilhelm Ostwald in oh-two (1902)
Derived from Latin
--
Avogadro was
An Italian scientist
Founder of phys chem
(one of them)
--
Based on findings of
Gay-Lussac who discovered
Something with gasses
--
Experiment said
To be a careless one, so
No brilliance granted
--
Avogadro said
That equal volumes of all
Gas contains the same
Amount molecules
At the same temperature and
The same pressure too
--
Six point oh two times
"Young man?" came a tentative voice from the hallway. "Is this seat taken?" It was a woman who looked to be in her seventies.
"No, be my guest," I motioned towards the seat across from me. People so rarely travel the rails these days I wasn't used to sharing a cabin. "Can I help you with that?" I motioned towards her bulky luggage.
"I'd really appreciate it." I put her luggage snuggly between the seats. We sat across from each other, she took out a pocket book. The train began to move, so I closed my eyes and began to meditate.
Before the woman came into my cabin it had smelled faintly of beer, now it had the musky smell of the old
Hey all;
I was gone for a bit. Personal reasons and then time to clear my head. I'll try to check out everyone's submissions but no promises. If there's something you're dying to have me look at please note me. BTW, I'd LOVE it if there's something you're eager to show me. If you can take that much pride in your work send a link in a note and I'll check it out double-quick.
Brian
It sure has been awhile. I stopped checking in back in May. But I've got excuses; good ones.
Rather than feed you guys a bunch lines about why I stopped showing up I'll try to write it as a memoir, at least that way it'll be easy to read. Keep in mind that memoirs are not always 100% accurate and focus on the craft of writing rather than the perfect recollection of details. When I get to the part about conquering Oceania on a steam ship you can attribute it to creative liberties. I should also mention that this story will be entirely a recollection, no dialogue or detailed descriptions.
First excuse.
On May seventh I met a girl, let's call
If you've been poked it shows that you are either a very good friend or a very good artist. If you have been poked then you must poke at least five people on DA that you view as a great friend or a great artist as well as the one who poked you. Happy Poking!