Re: These are my Emotions- Soshi
^_^ Waiting for another download of a program (I practically need to rebuild my 'castle' befoe I start on any handiwork! ) so I decided to type up 2 poems right now to see how much time it could pass!
Poem #9a (freestyle) : Downloading Lag
As I sit here and type away...
My fellow rectangled-friend downloads away...
But I find it in ill-pursuit
For since this is of new territory
My chariot 'DSL' has been left behind
And it must ride on the camel 'Dial Up's back for much longer
I sometimes question the use of its persistence
As I feel like we are only moving backwards
And how the numbers seem to freeze in the sand
I am not downloading what I wish
Here, I download lag.
Poem #9b (haiku) : Downloading Lag
Time placed very still
On this warm 'Day of Starting'
I will soon grow old
(I know, that didn't really get across the subject, rather it only gave the emotion)
Poem #10: Her Eyes Like Crimson Shadows
Trapped again in this hull
I find that my visitor is also my captor
The taste of the room seems of her style
A crimson room that shadows itself
And a crack on the floor
Which peers into your very soul
I cannot escape its gaze
For she had planted it just for me
I will soon lose myself within this violent nothingness
(^_^ I got this idea from characters with red eyes)
Re: These are my Emotions- Soshi
^_^ i liked the first one the best! i could totally see you with your computer, sad classical music playing as you watch the unmoving bars! very modern-suffering-ness!
:D the other ones were great as well, but i just like the first one the best!
keep up the great work Darling! i'm sorry for all the trouble!
Re: These are my Emotions- Soshi
^_^ OKAY!
Story #1: Interestingly Enough (Cencored)
It was winter... and it was cold...
It stopped being even remotely warm about 2 years ago.
I have long since then pondered the definition of "freezing my @ss off", and I believe I have finally answered that definition. Believe me, I can't even feel my @ss other than the times I evacuate myself after eating unknown substances on the floor of my little igloo.
Yes, an igloo. All others brought tents and etc... but none could be warmer than my amazing igloo! ...IF I had any firewood, which we ran out of about 2 and a half years ago.
Now it's cold without my firewood and due to my arrogance, I pissed away my final roommate. So I have nothing else other than myself for warmth in this, can I say 'Cold Cold World'?
It's been 5 years. To the day! I've counted and I know that this would be the 5 year anniversary of when... they came.
At first, it was small, a few things on the tabloids that only grew larger in size in the months to come... almost making a cult, we all thought. But small incidents appeared on the news, which frightened us all. Then of course, an uncontrollable and horrifying outbreak could be predicted.
The first was a man named Grace. I don't know what sick humor it was for a woman to name their child a frilly's name, but what I don't get more is the perverse humor that a god would name the first creature to be consumed by this diabolical disease as 'Grace'... because we were definitely 'Grace'd by his presence, I must say.
News reporters spoke of him talking one of his neighbors to death. It was baffling to say the least.
It was something we never suspected.
We could expect vampires, ghosts, terrorists, yetis, demons and the like. But what we wouldn't have suspected, was a fiction gone horribly wrong. This disease killed people through heart attacks and reanimated their forsaken bodies only to find the living and give extremely interesting stories of which no one would, could, or even want to escape... slowly draining the life out of the rest of us, and then killing us all.
It was as if the sin of Sloth and the curse of Gossip were making their name known!
Anyone who died under these extreme conditions of a diseased, would then become one of them as well.
Talking and talking... making their plots have more deeply moraled twists and turns that would resemble spirals of a messed up slinky... so godd@mn consuming!
I never knew any human could talk that long! Then again, they probably weren't human at all.
At first, we living tried to capture and arrest them... however, they would always bring up the most amusing thesis! Making our angry mobs into a crowd audience that rivaled that of Dr. Phil or Oprah.
Realizing that wouldn't work, and their numbers growing, we then tried to kill them either by the head or the throat. One way or another, we would shut them up.
Riot police and militaries were fashioned with headphones that silenced the air around them. Soldiers and cops were listening to the radio, their iPod, or maybe even having phone sex. It didn't matter, no one would notice if a green dropped down and started moaning heavily for their happy friend on the other line. Not like anyone could hear what he was hearing, or even hear him drop to the floor and moan, for that matter.
But with the diseased rising in ranks, it was near to impossible to fight that many... especially when some of them got into radio stations. It was horrible, first you were listening to Shakira, then BOOM! You're hearing the most fabulous story of your life! You drop your gun and you join their ranks.
That was a big blow, especially since they were already a problem to fight since the beginning. They would easily outflank the bullets and explosions, close enough to remove your headphones and lecture you on the ravenous adventures of Huckleberry Teacup.
We tried snipers, and it worked! Until some sick f*ck outfitted the zombies with hacking-speaker phones! ...the d@mn b*stard laughing within his sound-proof suit, saying how this is the government's fault right before he got a good bloody hole between the eyes from his wife.
We then had to take his method.. sound-proof suits. The f*cking things limited our movements 'til we were even slower than those enlightening freaks of nature!
Private companies took this flaw into consideration and started producing lighter, and even more effective sound-proof suits. Selling it to the highest bidder to different countries' militaries.
An amazing suit it was! ... but the effects were considered by psychologists. Some people can't go on without hearing another person's voice, hearing their own all the time makes them go insane. Too social, I say.
But by the time the most advanced suit was operational, some f*cktard of a extremist group named the LOVE, which stood for Let-Our-Voices-End, appeared. They believed in some mumbo jumbo about how the reason why these "people" were able to put anyone into a trance with just their voice, was because it was the voice of heaven calling them. But what the hell do these people know, they've never even heard what those b*stards say or sound like.
Well, these b*stards made sure to either kill or make soldiers hear what those freaks have to say. And seeing that they seemed to be the "safest" humans out there, a lot of civilians and so-called "innocents" joined their ranks. Of course, what most of them don't know (because they usually shut out the idea), is that when all "sinfuls" have either been destroyed or converted (to either the freaks' end or their's), they would all take off their masks and listen to those things.
Hell, as we speak, the wars are still going on.
The rest of the smart people, including me, moved further north. Their dead bodies no longer produce heat, and can freeze easily in winter weather. Easy picking for us to smash some heads in just before Christmas.
So we'll be waiting here until all that is over... thank goodness, and curses at the same time, that a form of an Ice Age is coming. It'll make it easier for our troops down there to settle things... but it'll also make it harder for us up here to survive. Its making some of us go crazy and spray all this sh*t in the air to force a Global Warming. I'd rather be freezing than have to listen to those guys again...
...strange, I've never really talked this much before.
I guess I might as well say that whoever's reading this has already lost precious seconds or minutes of their lives.
Re: These are my Emotions- Soshi
^O^ i remember this story! i very much like this one! i could totally see as a grumpy old but actually young hermit hiding ina little igloo eating cup noodle! i think the creativetly is surperb and very aptly written! this gets an A+!
^_^ and a gold star!
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Re: These are my Emotions- Soshi
(So busy! AGGH! NO TIME!!!!!!!! >O< )
This was actually for the Work Out 2... but I'd rather just keep this for myself...
^_^ This is from my early childhood...
The Shadow Figure
Shadow Figures are said to be evil spirits
However, there were cases of them being able to help people
Then again, they were invisible, not shadows
But I didn't know this then.
Shadow People are said to be hateful ghosts
People who died with an extremely negative emotion
But they were also said to be confused with Shadow Figures
But I never knew this then.
I lived in Philippines
One of the most openly haunted places in the world
It becomes such a common happening
That no one really cares
But I didn't know this then.
They say we had the most hauntings in factories
They say we had the most hauntings in hotels
They say we had the most hauntings in museums
But I didn't know this then.
I was young
How would I know?
The ghost stories?
We were never told ghost stories
We had worse things to be told
I didn't know about ghosts or "shadow people" then.
We had the mananangal floating and eating at our organs
We had those babies creeping from the toilets
We had all sorts of outlandishly creepy creatures to fear
Because of that...
I didn't care about ghosts or "shadow people".
I've never seen a ghoul or a monster
But we were always taught about them
Even to their strengths and weaknesses
I wasn't sure if it was a sick joke or a rare truth
I didn't know what to believe...
I was scared.
My uncles and aunts were never the type to joke around and scare us
I would know
They were scared of the same things, too...
People who weren't rich always had a right to be scared...
I never knew a life of safety then...
Ironic that I would be carried off by my rich parents and live safely
Where I was told these ghouls and monsters were just legends and lies
But if so...
How come the cops in our neighborhoods could never explain some deaths?
How come some people had missing organs when there was only a tiny hole in their stomach?
But I was taught to forget all that...
These were my fears...
Everyone was running around
It was a normal thing
I was a child
I didn't know what we were doing.
We kids only ran and screamed and played
I was never sure what game we played
Or why we were playing
I just always remember playing
There were two occurences of which I remember this.
But only one of them I really cared about.
The first one I never cared about
One of the kids (I don't know if it was a family member or a random orphan)
said our upstairs was haunted
I never knew what haunted meant until that day.
I thought it was the mananangal or something worse
I never knew our upstairs was haunted
But I remember it was always too dark
Too dark for anything.
We went as a group...
The ones in the front saw something and screamed and ran
I never saw what it was
So I didn't really care
I didn't scream with them
I only ran with them
Of course I would
I was only a child.
The 2nd time was when I was curious at night
We were running
We were screaming
We were playing
I don't know what
I don't know why
I left them to play by themselves
I think it was because I couldn't catch up with them
But I always left them to play by themselves
It was normal
I saw the dark stairs reaching the top
And I thought nothing would be up there
I wasn't scared
I didn't see anything last time
I wasn't scared
When I went up there
There was someone there
They stood so tall
And I just remember comparing him to my tallest uncle
He was a lot taller
He looked down at me
And I remember thinking: What's wrong with you?
He was a giant shadow
I could see everything around me
The dimlight from downstairs showed little details
But nothing showed on him
I thought it was a man
But I'm not so sure
I don't think it was even human
But it was almost shaped like one
I just remember feeling like it was staring at me
It wasn't there yesterday or even a few hours ago
I would know, I was gathering all my toys just a few hours ago up there
I just remember feeling like it was staring at me
There was something wrong with it though...
Its shape changed again and again on small areas
It wasn't anything or anyone's shadow
I know this because I tried tracing its own dim shadow to any object
It was seperate
It wasn't there before
It was staring at me
I felt emptiness trying to suck me in
My eyes felt blank
That's all I remember
I just went back downstairs and played again
I never saw it again
(it's more of a story than a poem... but oh well)
