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An Abstract Idea

My entry into PuppylovePyro's "Death" contest.
I know it's pretty long... But the lines are short and it reads fast
I want to see if anyone gets what Iam talking about...
I feel like I didn't make it too hard, so I guess I'll see.
PLEASE COMMENT!!!!!
My views always go up but nobody comments! TT.TT

I hope you enjoy!

~Tsu

An Absratct Idea

Never so found
As before one learns
The pure dew falls
So fresh in mourning
Only to dry in day
And disappear
So not to be seen

The colors swirl around
A confused mind
Solid walls
Tall tree trunks moving
Made of dark
Creek and moan
They walk upright

A sprinkler sprays
Wet drops miss the ground
Create a river
Moving down

Shoved from behind
Pulled to the side
Seven men
For seven handles
Heft the heavy
And carry the crate inside

Ashen planes on necks
Face to the front
And the doors open wide
All is dark within
A feeling-less feeling
Overwhelms
A young mind

The crowd moves within
Only to find
Nothing but air
With words
Of empty hope floating
Up to the sky

Hands linked
For reasons unknown
To a tired mind
Rows of blocks
The bees swarm to their hive
They sing their hymns of honey
To loll to sleep
Their anxious butterfly

Songs lifted up
To the tops
Of wooden pillars
To be set on marble alters

An abstract an idea
Presented for the unseen
Words are spoken
Unheard by all
Promises to be lost
With time that ticks

Movement again
In the reverse
The flock moves
Towards the quarry
Filled with valued stone
And people that do not move
Trapped in Medusa’s spell

An open mouth
Stands at the ready
To eat and naw
An oval forms around
The vast pit to the monsters stomach
A foe to this mind

Half seen shadows move
Lift, lift
Lower, lower
A twist and boom
The creature burps
As the food hits

Lilies white snow
Drop with sleet
To wash all the meal down
And heaps and heaps
In rhythm roar
The sound of earth hitting earth

A brick held
By one tall figure
Opens to reveal
A hidden agenda
And ears open
To take in small comforts

A mind is expanding
As it begins to understand
The mystery surrounding
A very strange day
Orbs that widen
And a mouth that drops
A window opens
A door that locks

The snail crawls from its shell
And wonders into the light
Then poof
What magic
Becomes as dust
To be lost
In swift wind
A child
Transformed
Becomes an adult

Not Even a Letter Left Behind

SHORT EXPLAINATION: My uncle killed himself in March of this year... The following is the peom I wrote just a little while ago, I decided against posting the one I wrote right after it happened...
*bows*
Thank you for reading this rant like non-ryhming poem!!!

~Tsu

I see the gloves removed from hands,
Lain on your grave,
I am back to when you gave me my 16th birthday gift,
Ah the irony,
My first gun,
An offer to learn from you,
A relationship we never had before,
And now your brothers are crying,
And my mother,
Your sister,
Is putting a note in your grave.

And my grandmother is sobbing,
I can imagine the moment of your death,
How you must’ve felt,
Not even a letter left,
As you took the gun,
To your head,
And shot yourself,
In your own mother’s house,
In the room across from her bed,
Oh how your mother must have felt,
When she found you in your room.

You’re the one that taught me,
All the little things,
About pool and gambling,
And as I remember your face,
I feel as though,
I am back in my room,
Being told that you died,
And that they didn’t know why,
Then later that day,
Realizing that that was a lie.

I promised I’d never cry another tear for you,
And as I stand here at your funeral,
Trying to keep it all inside,
Trying to hold it together for my grandma,
For my mom,
All as I watch,
The future as I view it,
Cruelly get covered with dirt,
On a sunny day,
And I think how much I hate you,
Even as my heart aches.

Even now months later,
It still hurts,
I see the effect it has had on my family,
And I can’t help but to wonder why,
My grandma still hears your steps,
Walking down the hall at night,
She’s very depressed,
We all miss you,
We all hate you,
We all love you,
I don’t think,
That we will ever,
Ever forgive you.

The End of the World

This my first fan word contest entry... IT was written with the image of two men sitting calmly eating cake with the end of the world visable through the window...
Thank you for viewing!
*bows*

“The world is ending!”
The cry echoes through the old man’s home.
“Oh what now?” he mutters exasperatedly.
Then the door is flung open by his twenty-something neighbor Sam.
“The world,” pronounces Sam dramatically holding one hand on the door while the other points outside, “is ending!”
“Oh?” says the old man, Bill, skeptically.
“’Oh’?! ‘Oh’ he says! Bill,” Sam states as he grabs Bill’s fragile shoulders, “The world is about to end and all you say is ‘oh’!”
Bill just stares at him.
“I am not joking Bill! We’ve got to hide and you’re the one with the basement!”
Then skinny ol’ Bill moves away from Sam and glances out the rickety window frame. What he sees are sparkling metal alien space ships in the distance. Laser beams shooting out, wreckage, smoke; the whole shebang!
“Well, what’d ya know!” cries Bill in a neutral tone.
Sam is aghast at Bill's stoic response.
“What’s wrong with you Bill!?”
“Nothing.”
Sam stares at Bill in shock before finally screaming, “THEN WHY THTE HELL ARE YOU SO CALM!? IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD OUT THERE!!!”
Silence.
Then…
“Sam, do you want some cake?”
Sam’s jaw opens wide. It moves up and down but no sound escapes Sam’s lips. No words can describe his anger, fear, and frustration.
“Because I was just about to have a slice and now you’re here and it’d be plan rude not to offer…” Bill trails off as he walks towards the cream yellow kitchen.
Sam follows behind robotically.
Bill opens the refrigerator and pulls out half a chocolate cake complete with frosting and sprinkles.
Bill turns towards Sam and gives him a serious, concerned glance. Then, with complete sincerity he asks, “Do you want a piece?”
Silence.
Faint screams float in through the slightly ajar window along with a warm summer breeze…
“How can you think of cake at a time like this?!” screams Sam simply beside himself with rage.
“It’s good.”
“What? Death? The end of the world? That’s your idea of ‘good’!?”
“No. Cake.”
“You,” pronounces Sam “must be senile!”
Bill proceeds to cut off two generous slices of the chocolate cake.
“What makes this cake so special anyways?” Mutters Sam.
“It’s chocolate.” Replies Bill as he puts both pieces on plates and nabs two forks from a battered old drawer. He places the cake at the small wooden table in the center of the kitchen.
The men sit.
Bill takes a bite. Chews slowly.
Sam takes a bite.
UFOs fly by the window shooting energy beams. People run screaming from them.
Bill and Sam stare out the window for awhile.
The screaming stops suddenly.
“Good cake.” Mutters Sam.
“Best cake.” Replies Bill.

Human's End

My 2 year TheO surprise!(Unless you read MyO...)

BACKROUND OF STORY:

This one of two short vampire stories I wrote under the prompt "Your first night as a vampire." Thoguh I like the other story I wrote better (a comedy from a guy's point of view) it's hand written, needs to be fixed and Iam too slow a typer to write it up agian. (Maybe I'll post that one later...) Back to the point now. This is written in a very similar style to "Miss Ratched's Love Story" and is hopefully a good description of the first day night of a vampire.

Please comment!
I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!!! *bows*

The end. Or at least that’s the way it began. My death, that’s how my life came into being. I remember how it felt when my body failed and how the world I had known drifted away from me. There was pain at first but it soon faded. All that was left was me. Then I also began to feel the “me” floating away. Then nothing. Just an endless expanse of nothing. I was quite surprised when feeling came flowing back again. No pain, not anymore, just warmth. It felt wonderful, warm like being wrapped in a blanket. I was so at peace with myself, the world, everything.
I opened my eyes.
Night enveloped me. Oh, how beautiful the world appeared to my new eyes born of darkness. I saw the hidden light that eyes blinded by sun can never be able to see. I understood right away that sunlight would never be enough for me again. It would never make me as happy or as warm as this dark bliss. It felt exhilarating. It was as if the elements themselves were giving me strength. More then I ever could have even dreamed of attaining had in my previous life. I stood up and took a deep breath so I could fully enjoy the sensation of this power. Suddenly I realized that the rhythm of my heart and breathing I had grown so used to was over and everything was still and quite. When it sunk in that I no longer needed to breath and that that life was done, I stopped. No need to pretend I was still alive in the way I used to be. I had a second chance at life within my death. I was beyound description.
Then an odd, but not surprising, feeling took me over. Hunger. Even this feeling was pleasant even though at the same time it was tearing me apart. It was all consuming. The pain itself was beautiful bliss. It was ecstasy. My very being seemed to be crying out, every cell craved blood.
Maybe a cat jumped over my grave? I mused remebering the old stories from my first life, or maybe it was my red birthmark, or was I born with hair? I wonder. I wonder. What made me this way?
Putting those pointless thoughts aside, I then went in search of subsidence. I walked slowly, I was in no hurry. I could feel my goal near; unsuspecting and weak. Their heartbeat sounded delicious. I crept closer. They could not hear me. After all with out troublesome breath and heart to worry about, I was completely silent. Soon I was right behind my prey. I watched them they were vulnerable and would be easy to take. I slid silently behind the human, and before they could even begin to think, a quick twist to the neck and they were dead, gone to my cause. As to feed before the blood turned cold, I quickly I clamped on to their neck and broke the skin with my long teeth. I then proceeded to drain them of their blood. It was sweet and warm. I could feel it sliding down my throat into my stomach, and feel it being absorbed into my being. I was feeling stronger then ever, it was the best thing I had ever tasted.
I let go of the body and it dropped with a thud to the ground. I licked my lips. And took time to enjoy the moment. Instinct more then anything else told me what to do next. The sun was coming, and my sensitive night eyes would be burned from the brightness of its light. I turned and went back to my new home. I stared at the hole in the ground where I had been thoughtlessly buried by my killer. I climbed into the pit and pulled the earth so it covered me once more. I fell asleep.
I had sad dreams of a life past. In the dream there was sun and a family I will never see again. I know the dream well now, it’s the same one I have every day. And I know when I wake again tomorrow night I’ll have the tears running down my face like I always do. Someday will I finally die? I wonder. I wonder.

Miss Ratched's Love Story

Hey everybody! Its been awhile since I posted on TheO!!! Below is a story I wrote for my English class last year. Its a prequel to One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, but you don't need to have read that to understand this! Please comment and tell me what you think!!!

I remember long ago. It seems so very long ago. He's still alive in my memory and I love him even more then I ever did back then. I remember it all so well even now. When he told me he loved me for the first time. When he finally decided to propose to me and I said yes. When he was drafted and told me he was leaving. Our wedding was called off. He was shipped so very far away. I wanted so bad to help. I became an army nurse in hopes to help the cause and to bring him home sooner. I saw so much blood and pain. So many went insane from what they had seen, it made me even more frightened for him.
Every time a soldier came into the hospital I thought it would be him. Every man wheeled out to the morgue had his face. Every pained wife, sister, and mother mourning for the one gone away ripped at my heart. Their tears seemed to whisper, “This could be you next. It could be you.” I cried myself to sleep each night, trying to gain control over my life. The fear just about killed me. Every day was hell; I struggled to keep a hold and to do my job, and to help my patients. Every night I died of fear and every mourning hope brought me back again. I missed him.
I wrote him every day about my work, and day to day life. He wrote back with his feelings for me, and we discussed our future wedding plans and how everything would be better when we saw each other again. Our love grew stronger by the day; the fear pushed us so close. “To my dear fiancée and love,” was always how he began his letters to me. They were filled with his love and I treasure every single one. I would day dream of our perfect wedding. All my friends and family were there in my vision. Oh, how sweet our honeymoon was going to be; taking dips in the ocean next to the wide sandy beach. The sky would stretch on forever. Together we would laugh at how silly it had been to think that we would never see each other again.
Then the dream took an unpleasant turn. I had finished up at work and was walking home alone, so lonely. When I could see my home from the end of the street, I saw them too. The army officers waiting, staring, killing me with their guilty eyes. “They can’t be for me!” I remember thinking, wishing, knowing. They stopped me at the door and handed me an envelope. “I won’t open it,” I thought, “I refuse! This isn’t real.” My eyes and hands cruelly disobeyed my brain. It was opened. It was read. It all ended there.
How could he be gone? I cried for what seemed like forever. As the tears fell down my face, so too did my emotions fall away. All that was left was an empty shell. I felt I had lost all control. I was drowning, being swept along a fast current. It felt like it would never stop.
The war ended, along with my job. The money stopped coming, so did my hope. That’s when I found the ward. An old friend of mine knew of my plight; no money and no husband to be. She was high up at the ward and offered me the job. I had no money so I accepted her offer.
At first I didn’t like it, taking care of all the crazy people. It reminded me too much of my old job and life. All the army veterans made me think of him, my love. But day after day I felt like this job was giving me back a little bit of what I had lost. Control. I may have lost control over my life outside, but inside the ward I have control over them all. It makes me feel good to be able to help the hurt people from after the war. To help the left overs, like myself, heal and become whole again. I still work there today, working to help the psychologically impaired collect themselves and go on with their lives. Something I myself want one day to accomplish.