[Translated Understanding]'s diary

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Written about Saturday 2005-07-23
Written: (6877 days ago)

Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.

Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.

The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

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Written about Saturday 2005-07-16
Written: (6884 days ago)


I hunt for a sign of you in all the others,
in the rapid undulant river of men,
soft hands, shyly sinking eyes,
your light step that slices, sailing through the foam.
Suddenly I think I can make out your nails--
oblong, quick, nieces of a cherry--:
then it's your hair that passes by, and I think
I see your image, a bonfire, burning in the water.
I searched, but no one else had your rhythms,
your light, the shady day you brought from the forest;
nobody had your widened eyes.
You are whole--exact--and everything you are is one,
and so I go along, with you I float along, loving
a wide current toward a masculine sea.


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Written about Thursday 2005-06-30
Written: (6900 days ago)
Next in thread: 613068

fingertips brush my hair
i can feel him crawling
ripping all i thought i was
bitter red blood
it aches through me
and i am gone
lost in pain
tortured by my despair
he is coming
save me
crushed beneath
a thousand whispers
of a life i can never have
i am lying here
crying weakly
don't you hear it?
screaming in the night
the ache of your trechery
burning the core of who i am
it pounds
beneath my screaming breast

help me
anyone

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Written about Friday 2005-05-13
Written: (6947 days ago)

I can feel the heat of a demon, beating in my chest and the million truths I would have spoken stumbled in my eyes. It is in the early dawn that I feel the deepest pain. I hear his howling echo and feel as the demon boy bristles against the sun. His hair like ragged nails, dragged across an icy bed, brush rough against my skin. And all that touched left veins of ribbons surging from my breast. His knowledgable apathy caused the scarring that ensued and all I did I did in fear. For oneself to bind to a demon, unforgotten, throughout the hands of time is to join the pulsing currents of an echo to the reverberated silence.

The earth grows wild around the bloodied soil, which feet weren't meant to trample. My fingers clutch tightly to the many rising bars that will not set me free. I feel his muscles tighten in their long awaited hunger. He will not stop with me. My lips lean up a howl and echo in the open field, streaming up the rivers, and chasing down my youth. Past the rivers and mores where once I would have ran and there it stops. Edging on the brittle path. I hear it go no further. I cannot bear to enter yet, the darkness deep within.

The shiver of his claws sends my heart to run. And turning their I heard the screams. The trees cry out their hate, for all I would not try to stop. His eyes can see my running and catch my very breath. The yellow of their pain, poisons my every nerve, burning through my flesh. The barren earth for the dead will sprout, letting forth a time of healing. His will be all and my soul be done. I do not think the earth will grow. Barren as it was before, even in my darkest hour, I cannot help a soul.

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Written about Friday 2005-04-22
Written: (6969 days ago)

I wrote the MOST AWESOME poem EVER today!!!

I'll bring it and type it up soon!!! it was so cool

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Written about Wednesday 2005-04-20
Written: (6971 days ago)

I can hear birds chirpping and for once i think i've made it, i'm exhausted, FINALLY, but what sucks is that i have to go to school now, i wish I could stay home and sleep forever...

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Written about Thursday 2005-04-07
Written: (6984 days ago)

Tool a really wierd quiz,
http://www.comclub.org/lj/fsquiz.php

here's what I got... kinda odd


• John is the one that you love..... [uh... duh....]

• Bill is one you like but can't work out.

• You care most about Jessica. [Course! She's my baby sister!!]

• [my] Mommy is the one who knows... [me!(it said you before)] very well.

• Amanda is your lucky star.

• "total eclipse of the heart" is the song that matches with John.

• "ACDC shook me all night long" is the song for Bill.

• "bolevard of broken dreams" is the song that tells you most about YOUR mind.

• and "it's a heartache" is the song telling you how you feel about life


as an excuse I like Bonnie Tyler, (numbers 11 and 9), but I have never really liked Bill he and I just understand each other. We're friends but ACDC you shook me all night long is one of my favorite songs.

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