I'm kinda back after a really long absence. I don't count all of those times when I came back to say hi for about five minutes, never to look back, until writing finally found its way under my skin again--it seems as though now is one of those times. But right now I feel like I need to write. So, I decided to crawl back in here and to lurk a bit before actually going into Lounge and just posting "Boo I'm back" and then disappearing just as silently as the ghost I was impersonating...
Alone A poem by Zcreative Beauty floods the mind, No reaction. Colors explode around, Blank stares. Feelings all rejected, an empty audience awaits, silent screams resounding. Assuaged by none, Meaning of life and thought, lost; Never to return. Whilst in pain, Rage burns inside, a former core, withered and worn, hidden behind a shell, reflecting a fake, an impostor. A fate not only worse, but colder than death, feeling darker than demise, being, living, thinking, Alone....
The Hunted Cover of trees, Musky brush and soil, Eyes on the target, Steady gaze, Frozen like ice, foreseeing the demise, of the hunted. Reaching behind, tranquility kept, lethal arrow taken, raised slightly and cocked, a shattering sound, hearing the demise, of the hunted. Aim set, target oblivious, feathery bolt, brushing his cheek, soft to the touch, deadly in reality, feeling the demise, of the hunted. Metal mortification, damp air surrounds, leaves chilled, frost covering, almost tasting the demise, of the hunted. The clang of the shot, a sleek beam propelled, cutting through air, slashing through darkness, stopped abruptly, causing the demise, of the hunted.
Handbook A poem by Zcreative A reference for students, and teachers alike, rules, regulations. A student's demise, A teacher's dismay, Those who wander, or go astray, will feel the rath, the iron fist, of the handbook.
Race A poem by Zcreative Picking up speed, respiring, Exhaling on each step, Eyes set on the prize Heart pounding, Pressure surrounding, Near the climax, exploding through Legs slowing, breathing louder, Cheers in the distance, echo all around, Pulsing your mind, blocking out all other feelings, With fists raised, smile from ear to ear, You did it, You won the race.
Art is Macrocosm A poem by Zcreative Art is a science, an interpretation of nature, modeling, shaping, designing, painting. A portrayal of thoughts, feelings and beliefs, insight to which is in everyone's spirit. New worlds created, through colors and shades, on a blank piece of paper, an entry or page, to a chapter of life, an episode of vocation, every work is a new revelation.
Adulation A poem by Zcreative Undying devotion to Admiration infinite, Lavishly praised, Commending your every decision, Fawning over you, Practically worshipping the very blurt of your name. All I wanted, the only thing I grieved for, Was to be acknowledged, For you to bestow upon me your almighty approval, But no, you didn't react, didn't look up, even after being complemented! In return, only criticism, not constructive, just hurtful. You abused your status, thinking only of, Yourself. Revenge, not necessary, The ship, has already set sail, When you fall, Who will be there to save you? I can tell you this: This time, it won't be me. (Btw this was based off of the word of the day ) Z
Water A poem by Zcreative Flowing gently all around, Swishing, swashing, up and down, giving us life and sanitation, it's needed all across the nation Its bodies consume most of the planet, It fuels our bodies (systems?) and is almost infinite, Evaporating to vapor, returning as rain, -- still working on this it's normally docile, but can cause pain What is this substance? What could it be? It's water, I say! It's water indeed! Water is something that we all need! Z