Severed Uncertainty by DreadPirateBluetail, literature
Literature
Severed Uncertainty
A creeping suspicion of unwelcome things
A fear of the implication this thought brings.
Unknown territory, somewhere a border was crossed
And though there is so much to gain, there is something lost.
Replaced are freedom, the ease, and a peace of mind
We lie there in the uncertainty of the blind.
And yet, we cannot unring a bell that has been rung
Nor can we try to unsing the song we have sung
In being lost together, we are so bound
With this connection, we are, in a sense, found.
And so I offer my hand, and I offer my heart.
And with these gifts, our fears of the unknown depart.
The corners of lips curved into a smile
In a wide-eyed and curious stare
Speaking of confidence and ease and authority
Assurance painted with attentive care
Each feature deftly crafted
On the dolls cool porcelain cheek
In order to hide the fatal flaw
The fault that makes the doll weak.
One tip or bump or nudge or shake
Could knock her from her precious seat
And so she waits in all her beauty
For the final acrobatic feat
For her figure to splinter to pieces
For her constructed ease to smash
For the careful balance she has found
To end with a resounding crash
But her placid smile remains unchanged
Unless someone would sto
I am the minstrel
Let me spin you a tale.
Put up for your judgement
Each word I exhale.
I'll shape each phrase as you desire
For your delight, through lips of a liar.
I am the jester
The preposterous fool.
An honor-stripped trickster
Who bows to your rule.
Wreteched soul of a harlequin
A price worth the sight of your simple grin.
I am the puppet
Pull the strings as you please.
Through elbows and fingers
Eyelids and knees.
Loop round my throat such as a noose
Trapeze through the air withough cutting loose.
An Ode to Oddworld Enemies by DreadPirateBluetail, literature
Literature
An Ode to Oddworld Enemies
I asked of Abe, once his journey was through,
RuptureFarms reduced and left as rubble
Of all the creatures he had seen and met
With which species had he met most trouble?
A thoughtful look came over his features.
With the tricky and clever Paramites, perhaps?
Their initially gentle demeanor
Mask that their loping steps will lead to traps.
Or the threat of the far less subtle Scrabs
With a well-known eagerness to give chase
And their dangerous muzzle protruding
Lethally from their hungry, eyeless face.
Suppose even the native Mudokens
Could be the answer from Abe I had sought
Though they lent much needed aid to Abes quest
Severed Uncertainty by DreadPirateBluetail, literature
Literature
Severed Uncertainty
A creeping suspicion of unwelcome things
A fear of the implication this thought brings.
Unknown territory, somewhere a border was crossed
And though there is so much to gain, there is something lost.
Replaced are freedom, the ease, and a peace of mind
We lie there in the uncertainty of the blind.
And yet, we cannot unring a bell that has been rung
Nor can we try to unsing the song we have sung
In being lost together, we are so bound
With this connection, we are, in a sense, found.
And so I offer my hand, and I offer my heart.
And with these gifts, our fears of the unknown depart.
The corners of lips curved into a smile
In a wide-eyed and curious stare
Speaking of confidence and ease and authority
Assurance painted with attentive care
Each feature deftly crafted
On the dolls cool porcelain cheek
In order to hide the fatal flaw
The fault that makes the doll weak.
One tip or bump or nudge or shake
Could knock her from her precious seat
And so she waits in all her beauty
For the final acrobatic feat
For her figure to splinter to pieces
For her constructed ease to smash
For the careful balance she has found
To end with a resounding crash
But her placid smile remains unchanged
Unless someone would sto
I am the minstrel
Let me spin you a tale.
Put up for your judgement
Each word I exhale.
I'll shape each phrase as you desire
For your delight, through lips of a liar.
I am the jester
The preposterous fool.
An honor-stripped trickster
Who bows to your rule.
Wreteched soul of a harlequin
A price worth the sight of your simple grin.
I am the puppet
Pull the strings as you please.
Through elbows and fingers
Eyelids and knees.
Loop round my throat such as a noose
Trapeze through the air withough cutting loose.
An Ode to Oddworld Enemies by DreadPirateBluetail, literature
Literature
An Ode to Oddworld Enemies
I asked of Abe, once his journey was through,
RuptureFarms reduced and left as rubble
Of all the creatures he had seen and met
With which species had he met most trouble?
A thoughtful look came over his features.
With the tricky and clever Paramites, perhaps?
Their initially gentle demeanor
Mask that their loping steps will lead to traps.
Or the threat of the far less subtle Scrabs
With a well-known eagerness to give chase
And their dangerous muzzle protruding
Lethally from their hungry, eyeless face.
Suppose even the native Mudokens
Could be the answer from Abe I had sought
Though they lent much needed aid to Abes quest
Severed Uncertainty by DreadPirateBluetail, literature
Literature
Severed Uncertainty
A creeping suspicion of unwelcome things
A fear of the implication this thought brings.
Unknown territory, somewhere a border was crossed
And though there is so much to gain, there is something lost.
Replaced are freedom, the ease, and a peace of mind
We lie there in the uncertainty of the blind.
And yet, we cannot unring a bell that has been rung
Nor can we try to unsing the song we have sung
In being lost together, we are so bound
With this connection, we are, in a sense, found.
And so I offer my hand, and I offer my heart.
And with these gifts, our fears of the unknown depart.
Current Residence: The U.S. of A., for better or worse. Favourite cartoon character: Nightcrawler Personal Quote: I'm a liberal at heart with the mind of a conservative.
"It's Hard to Have Christmas When the Government Sends Giant Robots to Kill You"
I might actually write a carol with that name. It would be something, at least, to break through my absolute nonexistence on dA as of late.
Merry Christmas, y'all, if you celebrate that sort of thing. Much luck in the New Year, as well.
"...or some ordeal that had to be survived. It was all a big joke. You just had to provide the laugh track. "
-Scott Westerfeld-
Three down, one to go, as far as high school is concerned. I'm exceedingly content with the way the year ended. My grades reflect my best academic semester yet and I spent 5 hours after our last final exam playing outside in the park with close friends.
I was burned viciously by the sun. It's painful, but I'd like to also think it is metaphorical. A symbol of my transition into a summertime attitude. Out with the pale, sickly, whiny, and dispirited girl I was during the school year and in with a more vibrant and
...is an empty room and the right kind of people.
The journal section seemed so sad and empty that I felt compelled to fill it rather than focus on filling actual emptiness in my life.
I haven't updated anything here, actually, in a ridiculously long time. I imagine once classes end I will be writing more because I will have more time and much more energy.
A promise to myself: beginning June 7, I will write one piece every week. Whether terrible or slightly less terrible.