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young_blood
Senior Member

since 2003-09-19

Posts 1115
Indianapolis, IN

0 posted 2003-11-28 12:43 PM

let me forewarn that this is very long, please read it and add comment on it...it tells a good story.

house of two faces

i love to stand in front of broken windows
the dusty remaisn of glass show a past shattered.
i can just imagine all the violent blows,
and the words that left your spirit tattered.
walking past the parted glass round to the back
where the oldest sites and sounds permeate the air.
an old man sits under a tree, ignoring the popular pack,
turning to see the outsiders around, my eyes fall upon one most fair.
forgetting my goal and the reason i came,
i am locked visually to this oine who knows nothing of me.
this pale complexion seems familiar, like somewhere ive seen the same.
her eyes glance in my direction, they look free,
free of a past held captive by s at night,
i can tell that her innosence is fresh,
for her glance at me took in more than just sight,
it heard my steps, smelles my scent, and felt my smooth, tan flesh
my captivation is slowly fading as i find new entertainment.
"oh how strange the children walk!" i thiink as i look around.
these little children were extremely heavy footed like an elephant.
they stomped around and around, kicking up grass fromt he ground.
i have just noticed how much the area has changed,
but is this something physical, real, and tangible?
has realitytruly differed or is my mind deranged
from years of filling myself with the smoke of the crushed Mandible?
this place is so full of beauty and purity,
it seems as though evil has not yet found here.
yet there is a hint of growing shadow on the wood line,
i shrug this concern off fo an uncomfortable guest is fear.

i strike up a conversation with a nearby man,
his silken suit glistens in the evening light.
apparently he's the owner of the home and he invites who he can,
the party full of gaudy dress lasts late into the night.
it must be growing close to the unwanted end,
for the darkness is pressing round the house and grounds.
it envelopes the outer bushes and creates a haunting blend,
the ghastly shadows produced play a scene on the ground.
i look back to my gracious host and find him repulsing.
his skin sagged from his face, his eyes sunk back into his skull,
stringy hair, thin from years of moisture, from his face are falling.
the once rich cloth upon him hung lower with every footfall.
breaking myseld from the fear that grapples with me,
i seee the children i once laughed at, possessed by such evil,
such an evil has no natural birthing, not with me,
it hides in an abandoned church, high in the pointed steeple.
the scene has changed in its entirity once more,
the flowers rolled over into deep graves of past sorrow,
these are the things i fear, but love, things i leave my mind to explore.
as the thankful gather round me, i lose hope in yesterdays tomorrows.
i look for the beautiful , she's covered in shadow,
i search for the old man, the one unconcerned with the goings on,
he's the leader of this rotting group, even the children follow,
are these you projections? thoughts you know will haunt me long?
i pity you even in my imminent end,
for someone who is locked inside themselves like you
has no escape, for where can they escape to a friend?
you and i are lost, lost to things beyond control, things that shouldnt come true.

now im alone, but not lonely like before

SharaRose
Member Elite

since 2003-07-19

Posts 2501
Somewhere out there~

1 posted 2003-11-28 10:11 AM

WOW..is this amazing or what!!! This could almost be a movie script. One part in this (the description of the old man with the stringy hair) made me think of Howard Hughes in his last years. Also the part of the parties. He must have had many high society parties, and would find himself on the grounds from being lost in the crowd after initial greets. Oh well that's just me, but usually (as of late) I can't hang with the long ones so I marvel that I was able to hang on, but this I could not leave without finishing. WOW thanks for entertaining me. I mean that in the most sincere way in the sense that I would see this as a movie script for sure. Do you write for movies, or tv, or something like that? As for the meaning of this it has a feel of skeletons in the closet, or like memories that shouldn't have been that way. It just wasn't the norms of life. My God I can't wait to see more from you. This was just sooooooooo amazing!!!!!!!!!!!

Young_Blood won't be a name I soon forget. WOW again!!!! The images that came to mind were endless.
Love,
Terri~

young_blood
Senior Member

since 2003-09-19

Posts 1115
Indianapolis, IN

2 posted 2003-11-28 01:05 PM

haha...no i dont write for movies or anything, i write for pure pleasure, i'm 17 actually...this was one of my dark ones so i thought i'd post it, thank you so much for the feedback, i appreciate it so much.
-alex

now im alone, but not lonely like before

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