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Mai/Me
Mar 9, 2005 14:23:33 GMT
Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Mar 9, 2005 14:23:33 GMT
This is a little thread I've set up for myself to hopefully add little bits along the way. What it will contain? I have no idea, I just hope you enjoy reading whatever appears on it's pages. I haven't done this before so meh, here goes... A little something I said to my teacher today when she questioned me on why my homework wasn't done: A soft breeze floats through the doorway, spiderlike fingers crawl inside.
My eyelids portray a distant memory, a memory not lost, but left far behind.
Breathing softly, emitting no fear, as my bedroom doors opens I find.
A silky whisper echoes off ice, a voice says 'open your mind...'
Sweet drops of honey crawl into a smile, Perhaps tonight I'll stay a longer while, Tip toes on water I'll run a mile, Count down the hours on a shadowed sun dial. -Lé teacher dearest was quite puzzled, but alas, I was not in trouble in the slightest.
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Mai/Me
Mar 10, 2005 2:24:07 GMT
Post by Jesika (retired) on Mar 10, 2005 2:24:07 GMT
*Doesn't know if she's allowed to post or not.* I find it hard to believe that you didn't complete an assignment! You're brilliant, and seem to be a deticated student. ^^ Delovely Poem! ^^
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Mai/Me
Mar 10, 2005 2:43:11 GMT
Post by Faerlain on Mar 10, 2005 2:43:11 GMT
That's utterly enchanting, Mai.
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Mai/Me
Mar 11, 2005 4:19:30 GMT
Post by K~Bear on Mar 11, 2005 4:19:30 GMT
Totally agreed! I love it! I hope to see more soon! ^^
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Mai/Me
Mar 13, 2005 9:54:29 GMT
Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Mar 13, 2005 9:54:29 GMT
Hehe, thank you all. -Hugs- This is another little something I wrote in class. It's sort of how I feel as your typical/average teen in school, and what's going on in life, and what we're told/taught is coming... Catch your breath, keep smiling wide,
Don't let them see how your burning inside,
Keep your mouth shut, emit no smoke,
Flutter your lashes, swallow ash, don't choke.
A nod and a wink to show you understand,
Drift back to reality, come out of dreamland,
A gentle idiosyncrasy of hers is to laugh,
Despite the expectations engraved in her path.
A placid young mind with simple perfection,
Yet through her own eyes she's a glassy reflection...
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Mai/Me
Mar 14, 2005 6:22:11 GMT
Post by Hikalyn Sarello on Mar 14, 2005 6:22:11 GMT
They're both beautiful, Mai. Especially the second one, it really grabbed me. Hope to see more soonly. ^&^
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Mai/Me
Mar 17, 2005 8:47:57 GMT
Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Mar 17, 2005 8:47:57 GMT
Thanks, Hikalyn. Here's another piece... Untouchable
Ethereal reflections play off her pretty face As puppeteers weave her memory back in place String by string its psychoanalysis One wrong thread breeds mind paralysis.
Fiery hair rides down her porcelain spine Nostalgia strives to flood and entwine Her mind... Growing cold...
Sweet whispers cloak her shoulder Eerie laughter, nobody told her Growing older... Growing colder...
Speak quietly and don't let her hear Hold your posture and flash a sneer Step lightly and avoid the needle's stitch Scream with passion Stand up to the b****!
Test the line she treads upon Break the barrier She hides... Smile at her but not for long Unlock her wings She flys...
Admit defeat, for she's the sovereign of this...
Touch her, she'll show you something twisted Kiss her, she'll show you something gifted Love her she'll show you pain you never knew existed...
Freeze.
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†Amelia†
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Mai/Me
Mar 17, 2005 8:49:28 GMT
Post by †Amelia† on Mar 17, 2005 8:49:28 GMT
purdy words Mai...tis good stuff! *glomps*
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Mai/Me
Mar 26, 2005 2:43:18 GMT
Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Mar 26, 2005 2:43:18 GMT
This one's really personal, and I'm sorry if I offend anyone with it... In the beginning it all felt right. I let him seduce me as though it were nothing more than a game. And that it was... In the beginning...
His hands would creep over me like I was his rag doll, or puppet in this case. He could control me, and had I realized it, I might have stopped it from starting, or continuing to say the least. He would slip his arm around my waist while nobody was looking, pull me up close to him and whisper sweet nothings in my ear, just audible enough for me to catch snippets of his words. “I love you...” He'd coo softly, making my knees grow weak with a wanted sensation. He knew just where to place his hands, in the little groove below my pelvis and in the dip of my hips.
Sweet, sweet summer time. When the sun rises warm and sheds a burning light over all. Sun turns us red, but not of embarrassment, oh no. For sun knows what he is supposed to do, sun burns us all...
He would laugh along with his mates, sweeping me along with him wherever we went. And yet, I was content, or so I thought, content with the way he held me, the way he stole away my voice just long enough to taste my lips, the way the sweet toxicity of his seduction drew a blindfold over my lonely heart. God how I wanted to be wanted, I wished for so long to have someone caress me in all the right places, slip his fingers into where only I knew, and let his tongue swim with mine, in a silence he'd created in me...
The clouds burst into a rumble of insecurity. Lightning scratched a scar across the sky in response. It was to be expected, no? Everyone did this? It was the 'in thing'.
That night, we lay beside each other, no longer in company, except each other, which all seemed well for a while. He stripped me bare, and poured some juvenile expectation over me to do the same for him. In time, we were both naked, and somehow I found myself below him, in more ways than one. He had done this before, he was experienced, and oh how innocent I truly was. His hands snaked all around me, beneath me, above me, and most horribly, inside me. He stole my smile away with his lips once more, and then he struck home with a poison like none other I'd ever felt.
Ink clotted my night sky, stars dulled to shine a warning, and the moon? Well Lunar Highness, for you I utter no thanks. Where is the light at the end of the tunnel when you needed it?
A sweeping tenderness, a pain so ethereal even the purest of venom from the very points of snake fangs could do me no harm. He was the snake, the snake inside me...
But alas, it was over in moments. Two pounding hearts, one pulsed satisfaction, the other, disbelief. How so? All was gone, over, lost. The snake had stolen away his prize, the coy flavour of virginity.
She trembled alone, cold in a drowning bed. She pondered the misery and desires she'd fed. His, not hers, no, never, not possible. The thought of lost innocence, so unreal, so impossible. Yet who was she to pin the blame? A cause she'd agreed upon, for pure peer fame...
Now, she's a stranger to tears, she's kept her emotions at bay. Her breasts rest plump for another, her crotch,unzipped, come and play.
So empty she smiles in repression, of her mutilated form; a new style of depression.
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Mai/Me
Mar 26, 2005 15:23:13 GMT
Post by Teagan on Mar 26, 2005 15:23:13 GMT
The thing you told your teacher was awsome!
The story was so sad! You've got a real way with words, Mai.
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Mei
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It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live
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Mai/Me
Mar 28, 2005 10:22:32 GMT
Post by Mei on Mar 28, 2005 10:22:32 GMT
there all so good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love them
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Mai/Me
Apr 15, 2005 7:25:59 GMT
Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Apr 15, 2005 7:25:59 GMT
Clay Soldiers
Fifty clay soldiers marched in a line, Step by step through a human mind, Planting explosives behind every crack, Levelling dynamite in a center stack.
Opaque visions all grounded in mud, Blooming in essence of earth's black blood, Shotgun extensions, each armed with hate, Screaming high-pitched, each wielding fate.
A voice of crickets, each a loud shrill, Shouting commandments and threats at will, Cocking their guns with deformed skill, Stitches of war to our earth's life drill.
Clogged up mouths with beady sloe eyes, No sergeant no leader, a swarm of cries, Hybrid sculptures full fledged to rise, Marching with immortality, Alas, one dies.
Moving on legs all moulded which way, This is the toll for the thirteenth of May, Walking on 98 and never by day, Here come the soldiers, The soldiers of clay...
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Rayne
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...I'm waiting for the sky to fall...
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Mai/Me
Apr 17, 2005 4:37:23 GMT
Post by Rayne on Apr 17, 2005 4:37:23 GMT
Very good.
I expect you are probably tired of hearing this, but you really do have a way with words.
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Mai/Me
Apr 30, 2005 8:12:56 GMT
Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Apr 30, 2005 8:12:56 GMT
No, I never tire of hearing it, it's what keeps me motivated. Thank you. This is something I dug up from my 'little girl' files, I wrote it when I was younger. ~ Ignorance is Bliss ~
What ever happened to the way you used to plait my hair? What ever happened to the way you'd catch me unaware? What ever happened to the way you'd make me smile? What ever happened? Was anything worth while?
There was once in a blue moon, where I believed you might love me. You might play with me today just to let me know you could feel, let me know it was real. You know?
There was one night when you told me a story, a story about a knight, in shining armour, you said you were him. You told me to pretend you were him. You said the knight could save the princess from anything she was afraid of, you said I was the princess.
You said the knight loved the princess...
Once upon a time, on a dark and stormy night. There was a castle, not far from here, you told me to pretend my room was the castle. You said castles were for princesses. On that dark and stormy night, there was a dragon that attacked the castle, billowing burning flames through the windows. You told me to pretend the light was the fire, and dragon's breath, so I turned off the light.
The knight came to save the princess, he slayed the dragon with his sharp-edged sword, it bled, you said pretend my crimson sheets were the blood. You said the knight took the princess away from the blood, you threw away the sheets. You said the knight kissed the princess, you said the princess lived happily ever after.
What ever happened to the way you used to plait my hair? What ever happened to the way you'd catch me unaware? What ever happened to the way you'd make me smile? What ever happened? Was anything worth while?
I'll tell you knight, I am the princess, you were my knight, I hated you, I feared you on that dark and stormy night.
The dragon wasn't my enemy, the dragon was my friend, I loved the dragon's breath and blood, it kept me warm until the end.
You slayed my friend, the dragon's doom, your not welcome in my castle, your not welcome in this room.
Get the f*** away from me, knight in shining armour. I'll show you a kiss. I'll show you how it ends. It ends like this.
I kill you.
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Mai/Me
Apr 30, 2005 18:20:22 GMT
Post by Teagan on Apr 30, 2005 18:20:22 GMT
Cool, Mai. I really like that story, poem, or whatever.
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