...continuation of books...
He stood there and watched her for a moment. He couldn't really say what it was about her, but something seemed different about the way she made her way through the shelves of books. She seemed so engrossed, as though she were outside of the world she stood in. A part of him wanted to walk away so as not to disturb the peaceful trance the books appeared to have on her. Walking away would be the smart thing to do. She was not his usual target. Under normal circumstances his words would be cruel, but here even more so. He could hide behind the guise of science. It would be easy enough to blame his actions on science. His experiment, however, was very specific. And she did not fit the profile. With any good experiment there needed to be some type of control group. The need to limit the variables was crucial in turning conjecture into well-founded fact. He glanced over his shoulder at his friend only to be greeted with an encouraging nod. Turning back to his quarry and shook his head at himself for what he was about to do.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
0 Insanity
Insanity
walks with me like a faithful friend.
Insanity
speaks in tongues of profanity
pouring (from my lips) without end.
I walk on with hope to transcend
insanity.
today's poetic exertion is called a rondelet...and yes, once again i find myself toying with a poetic form that involves repetition...
update (06/14/2013): upon review of this poem and the poetic form, i have realized an error in the fifth line; it originally had five syllables instead of the intended eight. to correct this, i have added an additional three syllables; they can be found within the parentheses, which will remain as an entity of the poems construction (i.e. i like the look of the parentheses).
walks with me like a faithful friend.
Insanity
speaks in tongues of profanity
pouring (from my lips) without end.
I walk on with hope to transcend
insanity.
today's poetic exertion is called a rondelet...and yes, once again i find myself toying with a poetic form that involves repetition...
update (06/14/2013): upon review of this poem and the poetic form, i have realized an error in the fifth line; it originally had five syllables instead of the intended eight. to correct this, i have added an additional three syllables; they can be found within the parentheses, which will remain as an entity of the poems construction (i.e. i like the look of the parentheses).
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
2 Creatures of the Night
Streets
at nightfall
bring forth the crazies,
prowling for tasty morsels;
souls,
judged worthy of their sweet kiss,
run fruitlessly; hope
for safety
dashed
attempt #2 at a Butterfly Oddquain. additional inspirations for this post came from Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>judge, nightfall, safety], as well as Poetic Asides' Wednesday Poetry Prompt. part of me thought to entitle it vampires, but i felt 'creatures of the night' worked a bit more. i'm not really good at the whole punctuation thing. probably should have just left it without, but i am rather fond of commas. as for the semicolons, well their half comma so...
at nightfall
bring forth the crazies,
prowling for tasty morsels;
souls,
judged worthy of their sweet kiss,
run fruitlessly; hope
for safety
dashed
attempt #2 at a Butterfly Oddquain. additional inspirations for this post came from Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>judge, nightfall, safety], as well as Poetic Asides' Wednesday Poetry Prompt. part of me thought to entitle it vampires, but i felt 'creatures of the night' worked a bit more. i'm not really good at the whole punctuation thing. probably should have just left it without, but i am rather fond of commas. as for the semicolons, well their half comma so...
0 the note
The knock startled her out of her daze. She sat up in the chair and looked at the screen in front of her. The video had stopped. When, she couldn't say. Apparently she had zoned out. It seemed like she had been doing that a lot these past couple of days. The culprit starred back at her on the monitor. She felt a small tug in her chest, just as the knock sounded again. "Come in," she called.
The door opened slowly. Mark shuffled back and forth in the doorway. While he was an unusually hyper person, the movement reminded Jaycie more of someone who was nervous. He stood there quietly in the open doorway; his gaze on the floor in front of his feet. "Is something wrong, Mark?"
"Umm," he said as he lifted his head from the floor to meet her eyes. "I'm not sure."
Jaycie couldn't help but smile. It seemed strange how often she had found herself smiling lately. Her eyes darted back to the screen for a split second before refocusing on the antsy intern standing at her door. "Well, why don't you tell me what's on your mind and we can figure it out together."
"I know you said things were finished. And I figured that meant that things hadn't gone well again and that you wouldn't be continuing the sessions anymore. I got the impression that you were going to move on the next person, but he was really insistent. He said you two had agreed to give it one more go. He was very insistent." The spewed from his lips at such a rate that it took Jaycie some time to process his words. She felt the tug at her chest again and bit her bottom lip in response. It was crazy how much a single person could have such an effect on her. It had been so long since someone had managed to get under her skin like this.
When Jaycie didn't respond right away, he took a breath and continued. "I can call him and cancel if you want." His eyes again became glued to the floor. "I knew I should of checked with you first," he mumbled under his breath.
Jaycie had to say his name twice to get his attention again. "It's okay. Don't worry about it. I'll give it one more go." Mark seemed to still at her words. "When is the next appointment?"
"Monday at 10." His gaze shifted from the monitor to her. "Are you sure you don't want me to cancel? I don't want to mess up your research."
A small laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head. "No, it is all good. The more input I get the better. I would hate to have wasted two sessions, if I can salvage them."
"Okay." Mark nodded and started to back out of the room before stopping. "Oh, I almost forgot. He asked me to give this to you." He held out a small piece of paper toward her.
After she took the paper, Mark turned and walked out of the room. Jaycie sat there starring at the note in her hand. She couldn't seem to place the feeling that was gnawing at her. Finally, she shook off the unidentifiable feeling and opened the note.
Don't blame Mark. I was very persuasive. Anyway, I wish I could explain this need for me to get to know you more before we share such an intimate connection. But I promise, ready or not, Monday is the day. I was hoping, though, I might have at least one more opportunity to just talk. Maybe you could give me that and an opportunity to apologize for being such a pain. Coffee at Maurice's Cafe? Tomorrow 5 o'clock? I'll be there. Hopefully, I'll see you.
After reading the note through a third time for good measure. She folded it up and put it in her pocket before turning back to the monitor and continuing her transcription.
The door opened slowly. Mark shuffled back and forth in the doorway. While he was an unusually hyper person, the movement reminded Jaycie more of someone who was nervous. He stood there quietly in the open doorway; his gaze on the floor in front of his feet. "Is something wrong, Mark?"
"Umm," he said as he lifted his head from the floor to meet her eyes. "I'm not sure."
Jaycie couldn't help but smile. It seemed strange how often she had found herself smiling lately. Her eyes darted back to the screen for a split second before refocusing on the antsy intern standing at her door. "Well, why don't you tell me what's on your mind and we can figure it out together."
"I know you said things were finished. And I figured that meant that things hadn't gone well again and that you wouldn't be continuing the sessions anymore. I got the impression that you were going to move on the next person, but he was really insistent. He said you two had agreed to give it one more go. He was very insistent." The spewed from his lips at such a rate that it took Jaycie some time to process his words. She felt the tug at her chest again and bit her bottom lip in response. It was crazy how much a single person could have such an effect on her. It had been so long since someone had managed to get under her skin like this.
When Jaycie didn't respond right away, he took a breath and continued. "I can call him and cancel if you want." His eyes again became glued to the floor. "I knew I should of checked with you first," he mumbled under his breath.
Jaycie had to say his name twice to get his attention again. "It's okay. Don't worry about it. I'll give it one more go." Mark seemed to still at her words. "When is the next appointment?"
"Monday at 10." His gaze shifted from the monitor to her. "Are you sure you don't want me to cancel? I don't want to mess up your research."
A small laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head. "No, it is all good. The more input I get the better. I would hate to have wasted two sessions, if I can salvage them."
"Okay." Mark nodded and started to back out of the room before stopping. "Oh, I almost forgot. He asked me to give this to you." He held out a small piece of paper toward her.
After she took the paper, Mark turned and walked out of the room. Jaycie sat there starring at the note in her hand. She couldn't seem to place the feeling that was gnawing at her. Finally, she shook off the unidentifiable feeling and opened the note.
Don't blame Mark. I was very persuasive. Anyway, I wish I could explain this need for me to get to know you more before we share such an intimate connection. But I promise, ready or not, Monday is the day. I was hoping, though, I might have at least one more opportunity to just talk. Maybe you could give me that and an opportunity to apologize for being such a pain. Coffee at Maurice's Cafe? Tomorrow 5 o'clock? I'll be there. Hopefully, I'll see you.
After reading the note through a third time for good measure. She folded it up and put it in her pocket before turning back to the monitor and continuing her transcription.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
0 forever
me, love you?
why wonder?
you fear I don't,
but yes, many times yes, dear;
deep burns love my darling
strong and bright
growing
~forever~
growing
bright and strong
darling my love burns deep.
dear yes, times many yes.
but don't I fear,
you wonder why,
you love me.
yet again, i have found myself toying with a palindrome. one would think i'd learned my lesson, but apparently not. i'd have to say that thus far this might be my favorite. of course that is not saying much when i considered my other attempts 'so - so'. (darling & fragile)
why wonder?
you fear I don't,
but yes, many times yes, dear;
deep burns love my darling
strong and bright
growing
~forever~
growing
bright and strong
darling my love burns deep.
dear yes, times many yes.
but don't I fear,
you wonder why,
you love me.
yet again, i have found myself toying with a palindrome. one would think i'd learned my lesson, but apparently not. i'd have to say that thus far this might be my favorite. of course that is not saying much when i considered my other attempts 'so - so'. (darling & fragile)
Monday, December 6, 2010
0 LEARN
LEARN
research
discover
internet searches
disect the web address
or find crazy made up facts
"don't believe everything you read"
research
discover
internet searches
disect the web address
or find crazy made up facts
"don't believe everything you read"
exploration of yet a new form of poetry: Clarity Pyramid. i wanted to use url instead of web address, but i wasn't sure how to count syllables on an abbreviation.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
0 magic and fairy tales
"Happy endings happen all the time."
do they really? i know i'd like to believe they do. of course i'd also like to believe in magic and fairy tales. the ideas of possibilities, fate, destiny, and magic help me breath when the world seems to be crashing down on me. hope. i'm amazed i still possess such a thing, but there is still a part of me that hopes--a part of me that believes anything is possible. how long i'll be able to maintain that is anyones guess.
i feel so selfish at times. is it wrong to want my own happy ending? is it wrong to wish for a miracle? is it wrong to want to believe in magic? i'm not looking for a fairy tale. i'm well aware it will take far more than a knight in shining armor to break through the wall of thorn bushes i've surrounded myself with, to defeat the fire breathing dragon that protects be from myself, and to wake me from this sleep that continually beckons to me and takes over my very being.
"Happy endings happen all the time." wanting my own...wishing for my own...won't make it happen. i need to believe. and i'm not so sure i have it in me.
do they really? i know i'd like to believe they do. of course i'd also like to believe in magic and fairy tales. the ideas of possibilities, fate, destiny, and magic help me breath when the world seems to be crashing down on me. hope. i'm amazed i still possess such a thing, but there is still a part of me that hopes--a part of me that believes anything is possible. how long i'll be able to maintain that is anyones guess.
i feel so selfish at times. is it wrong to want my own happy ending? is it wrong to wish for a miracle? is it wrong to want to believe in magic? i'm not looking for a fairy tale. i'm well aware it will take far more than a knight in shining armor to break through the wall of thorn bushes i've surrounded myself with, to defeat the fire breathing dragon that protects be from myself, and to wake me from this sleep that continually beckons to me and takes over my very being.
"Happy endings happen all the time." wanting my own...wishing for my own...won't make it happen. i need to believe. and i'm not so sure i have it in me.
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