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Post by Ivy on Aug 2, 2010 4:52:08 GMT 12
Cantabile
She stands by the corner of the dance floor twiddling her thumbs like a child she can't watch this anymore while something inside is about to go wild
There- those two are in the center of the crowd He and she are graceful, it's hard to look away One and two, waltzing by, too lovestruck to be proud of the lilting gait they provide, as the highest standard seen today
What she wouldn't give to move like that However there's a different dance she knows She slips outside and at the drop of a hat a wild reeling thing, spinning 'round she goes
Again and again she passes by windows, feeling a little bit less sane She needs no partner, no orchestra to guide. All she needs is the symphony of rain and the movements known inside
She may think of stopping once, to try the waltz first-hand but they all have partners they twirl about. Dancing alone she finds it easier to understand what she will go without
The couple before will always dance, switching partners now and then Back and forth, inside they prance until they are together once again
But what of when the song is done? They don't know how to move to music unheard she'll be outside, rain or sun untouched by human words
She can dance solo thank you, here she can't be chained Inside you get hurt, not when but by who? And it's safe out here- in the rain.
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Post by Ivy on Aug 3, 2010 15:15:29 GMT 12
Down they go, no, no this isn't right There are no stars here No clouds or songbirds Nowhere to release her hands to the sun She cannot give up, because it is the easy way to go She cannot let him hold her any tighter He frightens her with his eyes Crazed for her, or rather who she replaced She is no replacement! These are two different girls he tries to hold They do not overlap, they are not congruent They are not the same! Do you hear her?
She's screaming it now, wailing it aloud. She does not want you, does not want this. She wants her wind tossed sands, hot and glittering and so very occasionally cooling, in the dusk. She wants to run again, sinking in the whiteness to cool her feet in the sea before dancing away. Here, where he's trying to take her it is damp and cold the air is stagnant and stale, it feels like a tomb.
A tomb, the idea is enough to remind her where she is. In the arms of this man, in the cave. He whispers that he loves her for the light he saw, for the fire that lit up the world where she was. Even though it was only because she was touched by the sun. Let go, let go! Don't put that mask over her eyes! Her face is hers damn you!
He knows it's true, but it hurts to admit it. Can he let her go, the wind tossed girl from so far back? Can he really make this little fire nymph become her? No, no he cannot. But he will try. And she will fight. One day she will make him see, and she will run. The circle will begin anew until a girl down the line gives in. Or perhaps, he won't need a mask to love her. And she can stand the darkness, bringing a bright shining glow of her own. But the fire cannot, it must have tinder it must not be without air it cannot burn bright enough in this dark.
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Post by Ivy on Aug 11, 2010 10:10:51 GMT 12
Backstory time! I wrote this for Liz, who just had her Dad and "mom" go through a vicious divorce. She's currently staying with our friend Amber's family until college starts. She and I talked for a while and this just came out of it.
"Liar" she screams "Bitch" he says "Stop" I whisper "Please stop this"
His fault, her fault Now I know why they never told me why it ended
"Mommy how could you?" "Daddy why would you?" It's your fault both of you for doing this to eachother
to me
I was here too! How could you hide it from me? Why did you deny me honesty? You kept me in the dark so long.
I understand why you did, but that doesn't help! It doesn't change this! Or the darkness of years past.
You gave me a glittering lie that never seemed right but for once I want that rather than the bitterness from you
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Post by Ivy on Sept 1, 2010 13:50:35 GMT 12
(no name for it yet.)
Lay the rose upon the stone, close my eyes real tight Pray to some guy named god I don't comprehend Miss you boy, with all my heart You left us all before the real end.
To long I went without saying it to you how much I valued our numbered days to late to make a difference, even if it's true my heart broke apart in so many ways
You made me smile when we were lost held my hand while I sobbed to the winter air now in the years later I still feel the frost finding out I knew so little doesn't feel fair
You had a part of me when you crashed to the earth Giving me a painful reminder, a grim omen That years have power and life has worth Goodbye to the chance, I miss you Roman
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Post by Ri on Sept 1, 2010 19:59:51 GMT 12
:c That is sad and beautiful Ivy <3
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Post by Ivy on Sept 20, 2010 8:23:52 GMT 12
(Short story, this is the rough draft mind you >_> Enjoy and please give a title suggestion!)
“She’s dead.” I whisped, placing a hand onto his shoulder, I felt blood seep through the leather armor.
“She isn’t!” He wailed at me. I cringed at the pain in his voice, but I did not move away.
“We will bury her with every honor we can.” There were others to save. My thoughts were with them now. Screams still hung in the air. The raiders still wreaked havoc upon our village.
“She is not dead!” How could he think she’s not? Her throat was sliced open and one could swim in her blood. “She’s not!” His knuckles were white from holding her body. If there was blood left they would have bruised her. I heard another scream, a child. I could not stay, and I ran away, hoping he'd forgive me. My legs thudded under me, pain shooting from the arrow that had found my back.
“Daddy!” a child wailed from the mass of flame and wood that was a house. I remember not how, but I forced my way in and them forced my way out, cradling a boy in my arms. I did this again, and again, and more often than not I was too late.
Dawn must have broken sometime during that. For when I was finished, and we were safe for the moment, a cool bluish light came over the land, barely breaking the fog. My village was broken, but most of my people were safe.
Time passed us all by, but my dearest friend refused to change. He spoke to himself now, insisting his wife stood in the empty air next to him. I tried to ignore this, knowing that grief was strong. He took a series of lovers after a year but none lasted for more than a tenday. I thanked the gods I had no woman to lose.
Things began to strike me as odd soon. A girl disappeared from the village. One of his lovers. I spoke to him, hoping that it was merely a lover’s quarrel. He claimed to know nothing. I came to think that none of the women he’d bedded appeared after they were finished with their relationship. I asked around. Nobody had seen them in fact.
I had to confront him. But how do you ask a friend if he is a murderer? I couldn’t. So one night, when I knew he had buissiness in a neighboring town I used the key under the doormat. All looked as it should, I checked about everywhere until I reached their room.
I vomited.
The smell of rotting flesh burned my eyes, the thing on the bed went beyond horror. Stitches ran up and down it, lips from one, the scalp of another. The left hand I knew. Clarissa’s had the same scar on it. He was rebuilding what he could of his beloved departed wife. My cousin would shudder to see what he was doing. This thing was an eyeless monstrosity. A very affront to her memory.
In my terror I neglected to hear the door open, and shut. The hands grabbed mine and drove me to the floor. Terror spiked in my gut as I registered, head throbbing and ears ringing, that the pang I felt was not from a blunt strike but a dagger, wedged into my spine. Oh how could I not have seen what he had become? Vision fading I struggled to find something to say, to remind him of himself. I couldn’t, I could only hear him whisper.
“Your eyes are so like hers. So very like her beautiful eyes.”
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Post by Ivy on Oct 10, 2010 9:05:47 GMT 12
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Post by Sin the Keeper on Oct 10, 2010 9:26:00 GMT 12
ShrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmXD *huggles* THANKS
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Post by Ivy on Oct 10, 2010 9:36:51 GMT 12
*hugs harder* LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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Post by Sin the Keeper on Oct 10, 2010 9:49:29 GMT 12
I LOVE YOU TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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