the crowd is calm an ocean of black before the stage thousands of hands raised up towards the heavans steel strings drumheads tightened to breaking point the music blasts out the masses explode running and jumping the sharp sound of elbows cracking against eachother the dull thump of bodies smashing together to the beat of the bass noses are broken and jaws are cracked the crowd as a single organism ...
There are perks to working in an airport. While the crowds were outside we were in the baggage hall to greet the team home. A group of us from work went down. but no matter! heres the boys (and theres the triple crown!) ...
Having just finished reading John Gardner's very excellent Gredel (adapted from Beowulf) I felt inspired, unusually, to write a poem in the style of the dramatic monologue currently featuring in the form poetry contest. Not a winner (heck, firefangled's posted ) but the happiest I've been with a poem for a long while. Or rather the most I've been with a poem for a long while. If you fancy a go at the form poetry contest details of the current form are here: http://www.online-literature.com/for...&postcount=549 ...
Updated 07-05-2009 at 06:38 AM by TheFifthElement
I am the healing medicine, I am the faith, I am the healed, I am the grieving heart, I am the empty heart, I am the heart filled. I am the confused, I am the enlightened, I am the nothing, I am the soul. I am the breath, I am the universe, I am the infinite, I am prayer.
Updated 03-22-2009 at 01:15 AM by NikolaiI
Black and White Frame me in black and white I wish to appear as a tattered curtain, pale; luminescent; drifting softly, always downward. Frame me in black and white with soft contrasts, a haunting stare, feeling some deep meaning, speaking from the past. Frame me in black and white an oval portrait from days long gone, frozen beyond years, a waiting ghost with a ...
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