Take a trip on a rocketship

[axeslade]

Okay so erm...today...Mrs. S. needs to die, yep yep. Amber and I will probably go and strangle her with all those missing resource pages at the end of the year ~_^ I don't want to go into it, but I was crying a little. I don't need the stress of having to change something I worked so very hard on, not now. I am so glad I got Mr. P for next year, he rocks muchly.

ANYway, away from Alicia's not-so-very-angstyness. I wrote two poems today, they are under the cut since Bri wanted to copy them. Also, since I am bored for lack of rping...spacequeen, e-mail me when you're ready to start our rp. And just so you know, you are starting since I want to get a feel for your style.

Onto the poems! They were written for an English assignment, but they're still rather nice I think.



Don't Judge a Book...



A thin white hand
Rummaging through the mess of cosmetics and jewelry
Picking up a certain tube

Dark paint turning pink roses into red
A wand turning thin hairs into thick black curls
An iron taking a yellow tangle and making it into golden silk

Dozens of blouses
Jeans skirts and dresses
Tossed into piles with angry snarls

Finally a bunch of black silk is found
Drenched over the ivory skin in waves
Accentd curves and softening edges

Thin black spikes add height
Sparkling bangles some shine
And a proud smile gives off a gorgeous glow

A knock at the door
A sharp turn of the head
Quickly sparying a mist of flowers and fruit around the room

The door is moved away
To reveal a man
The picture of manliness in blue jeans and a t-shirt

A soft growl as he takes in the vision before him
Then a strong arm reaching out
To wrap around the tiny waist

Girlish laughter
Rough lips touching the soft neck
A deep voice growling in the delicate ear

'You look magnificent
Tonight
Mike'



Musespeak


You'll probably think
That what I'm about to tell you
Is first class lunacy
And maybe it is

But they deserve their say
AFter all
They were the ones who created
This poem's brothers and sisters
This thing itself
Not me

I'm just the scribe
Who takes down the whispers
Floating down like perfume
On warm breezes
At least things like this

Sometimes it's more
Like the scremaing rain and wind
Blowing against my brain and rattling
Until I write down the sounds

Other times it's not sounds
But images
Flashed in my mind quick as lightening
Snatched away with girlish giggles
Or boyish laughter

Yes I hear and see htem
Not like they're standing beside me no
More like imaginings in my brain
That's not right either

I guess it's like
Holograms projected onto my mind's eye
Of the women and men and inbetweens
From galaxies and universes far from this one

And their voices
Not their own
More like voice overs
English versions of Martian recordings

Yeah I bet you're laughing your head off now
Boy this gal is reallly off her rocker
Get her her a reservation
At the funny farm!

Well you know what?
I think you're just jealous
Yeah you're jealous

Because you can't translate alien
And because they won't talk to you

Comments

[lifebytes-yaya.livejournal.com]

i like them a lot!!!!!!!

[spacequeen.livejournal.com]

I am completely blown away.....almost speechless. The first one made me feel all warm and liquidy inside. The second one gave me goosebumps...especially this:Holograms projected onto my mind's eye
Of the women and men and inbetweens
From galaxies and universes far from this one

And their voices
Not their own
More like voice overs
English versions of Martian recordings


Oh, man. *shivers* ♥ I want to read them over and over, and I believe I will.......

[axeslade.livejournal.com]

Mmmm, yay!