Don't Look Back

Don't Look Back
Warnings: Creepy



Take one look
You’ll have to turn again
Take two looks
It’s time to rein your eyes
Take three looks
Now your neck won’t spin
Take four looks
Shoulders have become stiff
Take five looks
Hips have begun to quiver
Take six looks
Now you can’t feel your lids
Take seven looks
Knees are locked
Take eight looks
Ankles have been killed
Take nine looks
Toes are frozen, you’ve been sucked in
Take ten looks
You’ll never move again

Climbing Rope

Climbing Rope
Warnings: Depressing



Because you know, we used to get along
Throughout the years, and now it’s all wrong
We’re breaking apart, don’t think I blame you
But don’t expect me to blame me, I’m not going to make do

Because you know, I wish I’d become less subdued
These past months all you’ve done is brood
I can’t seem to catch you as you fall
All I’ve done is tied the rope just to forestall

Because you know, the only person that can climb
Is you, but you won’t even try to wash off the grime
We’re falling apart, I’m falling as well
Don’t think you’re the only one, to hear the sound of the knell

Haunting Aisles

Haunting Aisles
Notes: This is what comes out when I start procrastinating my homework by reading Batman. This is sort of about the work I do with domestic violence victims Also this photo is not mine, but it seemed to match this poem.
Warning: Increasingly depressing



The aisle seemed lit by a sickly red sun,
Reflecting off the white decorations that were overdone.
She walked step by step not seeming to notice
That her light was gone, she seemed to be soulless.
Fire extinguished by chaining waters
Hoping that the end would save her daughters.

Inside You

Inside You
Note: It sounds really depressing now that I look back at it. I wasn't feeling depressed when I wrote it, actually I was thinking of Batman and Joker. This is what popped out of my brain.
Note 2: This is supposed to be a song, but I have no music for it. Feel free to write your own, just remember to send it to me.



I take one step right, you take one left.
It feels as if we’re going around in circles,
And I can’t feel your hand, playing and deft.
I can’t see your face within the lights of candles.
I can’t seem to find my way.

I’m inside you
Inside you,
And I’ve lost all sense of direction
Looking for a connection
When I’m inside you
I lose all my convictions
You make me subdued

Because you spin, outside of control
And I can’t take
That you’re bringing me in your wake
Because I can’t see your goal
And I can’t find my way

I’m inside you
Inside you,
And I’ve lost all sense of self
Running through these shelves
When I’m inside you
I’ve lost the vision of rules
I’m ending up the fool

I’m inside you,
You’re inside me,
And now I can’t tell which side of the coin,
That I’m supposed to be on.
When I’m inside me,
I’ve realized how much of you is within
And I hope that I’ll be forgiven.

In which Detinos is delayed at the airport

In Which Detinos is delayed at the airport
Warnings: Character is inconsiderate, and something of a peacock. Multiple partners situation, murder, and Detinos.
Notes: This is a character from an RP that me Amanda, and Kim made up. I thought I'd post my shorts here so I can find them easier. Also character is immortal (in the way that he is young forever).



Geoffry walked down the hall and into his master's bedroom. glancing down at the sleeping figure he sighed and opened the curtains. Outside the busy street of Rome was already starting to fill with pedestrians. He looked back at his master and sighed again when he saw that he had simply drawn the covers up to his eyes.

"Sir," he said as patiently as he could. "Your flight is scheduled to take off in two hours."

"Go away Geoffry," came Detinos' muffled voice. "'is too early." Geoffry frowned and went over to the bed, he tugged the bed covers away from Detinos' figure and nearly blushed bright red (luckily his butler code would not allow him to do so) at the sight of the two women and three men in bed with his master.

"Well now you've just woken us all up," said Detinos in an amused voice. He was now sitting up, his black hair perfectly mussed and green eyes sparkling with mirth. The people around him laughed and giggled at the obviously distressed butler. Detinos ran his hands through one of the men nearest to him's hair, smirking as his lovers pressed closer to him.

"Now, now my friends," he said in Italian. "I must go." Groans of disappointment sounded through his room. "I would have it different if I could."

"No, Mr. Detinos don't go," said one of the women. "What if we never see you again?"

"Ah, well. At least you can tell your friends about your wonderful experience," Detinos smirked. "Or not at your discretion." Bouts of laughter sounded through the room again.

"Where do you go Mr. Detinos?" asked one of the men.

"Back to the United States I'm afraid," he said with an almost put upon sigh. There were gasps.

"Oh, no! You should not go there, they do not like foreigners! Stay here with us instead," the man brushed a kiss against Detinos' lips, and the immortal was more then happy to deepen it. They broke off and the man flushed.

"Ah, mes amis how kind of you to worry for me," he said. "But I must go, business you know." he stood and stretched, taking the towel that Geoffry held out to him. "And now ladies and gentlemen I must bid you farewell. Have a good life will you?" With that he turned and walked away without another thought.

After showering he put on his silk red shirt with a golden scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. His gun was strapped onto his hip underneath the light knee length gold coat that he wore. Black sturdy pants were put on and then his shined black boots.

He looked at himself in the mirror with a smirk. "Quite fetching sir," said Geoffry stiffly.

Detinos scoffed. "Of course anything looks good on me." He stepped out of the mansion and onto the curb just as his limo drove up. The driver quickly opened the door. Stepping in he turned to the phone that was in its holster. A little old fashioned perhaps in this day and age of cell phones, but really with all the people who knew him it would be tantamount to social suicide if he carried a contraption like that around with him.

Picking it up he called the line to his company in Coltson. A peppy young secretary picked up the phone and immediately rerouted him to one of the managers.


“Sir,” stumbled the voice over the phone. “I’m glad you called.”


“I’m not,” Detinos said in a cool voice. He avoided smirking at the squeak he heard. “What is so urgent that I simply must come across an entire ocean for?”


“W-well,” the man said. “We have picked out a new CEO and thought, you would want to see them.”

“A new CEO? What happened to the old one?”


“You, uh you shot him sir.”


“Oh, did I?” There was a pause. “Ah, yes I remember he was that idiot who thought putting more of my assets into charity would be a good idea. You haven’t gotten another one those types I trust?”


“No, no sir.” Detinos gave a put upon sigh.


“Very well then, I will be there in a day or two.”


“Thank you sir, thank y-“ Detinos clicked the phone off and leaned back in his chair.

***

Detinos showed no outward sign of impatience, but as the pilot continued to stumble over his words trying to explain why they were late in taking off, he had just about had it.


“I see, a four hour delay,” he said in dangerous calm. “Well, that simply won’t do.” His pistol was out and a shot rang through the airline. The pilot’s body fell. Detinos ignored his people running up to collect the body as he turned to the co-pilot. “Why don’t you explain it to me again?”


The now pilot shook his head. “No delays sir,” he said with only a slight tremble in his voice.


“Good,” said Detinos and entered his private jet. He would be at the RIFH soon. It had been nearly nine years since he had been there. He smiled slightly. It was sure to be a riot.

Night's Unsleep

Night’s Unsleep
Warnings: Written after getting zero hours of sleep
Notes: The Painting is Slavadar Doli

Waking up from a long night’s vigilance
And all around running through your ears is dissonance
Because it’s not really there
It’s at the bottom of the eyre
Floating all numb tingling up the spine
And it’s all truly strange, now there’s a line
Between hands and eyes and mind
And they should be all affined.
So stand there and stare
Because you you’re disconnected from there
And it will only last a time

Dreaming Reality

Dreaming Reality
Warnings: Death, depressing
Sequel to this Dream Mate poem I wrote a few months ago.



Mist brushed the streets
Dirty with grime and gunk, streaked with the work of the night.
Bundles of people tight
Walk with unsteady steps through the obscured light.
The mist swirls and twists and turns and swells
Ambushing the bright noon, shifting safety to risky.
Standing lofty far above the hushed bustle
Sit those secure behind those tinted panes
Seeming more as a skeleton then muscle
As exuberance is sucked through the life giving green
And ears are turned away from screens bright with red.
Tinted panes that hide the filth and muck are no protection
From eyes sharp and hands steady across the way.
Creeping, stalking he watches closely the inspection
And the mist eddying around him, blocks thoroughly any more eyes prying
Before he steps up onto the ledge and is suddenly flying.
Brief moment of roaring, rushing, and deafening wind thundering
Against drums.
Da, da, dum. Da, da, dum. Da, da, dum. Thunk.
Landing quietly against the façade security.
Quietly turning his black covered head
Birds fall out of the corner of his eye
And he hangs on to the thin thread
That keeps him here on the veneer reaching to the sky
And the mist reaches in and wrenches into his wits
Breathe.
Take a deep, deep
In
In
Out too
Breath plunges out. I’m breathing out.
His footsteps in the dark, echoing like a shout
The mist pervades
Shifting searching shielding spiteful
Shhh, shhh
The door is open a crack letting the one
Light out, signaling that its begun
The man steps through to the artificial
The man calling, back turned
Only for a moment
The cord whips ‘round and alarmed eyes like rodents
The rodent cries a question. ‘Who?’
And the man is suddenly there knife poised
Make no noise
Make no hum, nor echo, or crash. Don’t clatter. Click, clack
Do you hear it the guns in the distance? Do you hear the weeps and wails of the street?
Do you hear humanity?
The security blocks it out. The vast buildings of forged nobility.
Do you hear past the mist? Do you hear the river?
‘You’re insane!’
Blank eyes blink, as they stare into the panicked soul
I am the end and the beginning. I am birth and death. I take the guiltless and the guilty. I have shouts in my heart, corpses in my ears, and death in my eyes.
Repeat the words. Just words, don’t mean anything
The corporate man’s eyes are now emptying
Through the red that pours onto his hands
And the man is back on the street
Below the worthless security that was wrapped so tightly
And the mist has returned to his mind
He tilts and follows the wind
That flows out of the buildings
And down under the ground
To where he begins to drowned
Report, repeat, don’t mention the wrong order
Or the mist
Waiting until the sun goes down
Time to get out of the dream go into
As the clock strikes one
And the blood is washed off in the river
Rushing roaring, covering the shrieks
Kind eyes soften the death
Comfort returns to the man
Until five to six
He is thrown back into out of the fantasy.