

The Wake of GloryDirt slick, slips in the blood, of an eternal aftermath, Alone amongst the screaming, taste on tongue of bile, Stumbled in the faeces, viscera of the fallen, Slippery and green, cold, and lost amongst hundreds.The Wake of Glory
Sword and steel crusted with old life, rosy flakes flutter, To the ground of stench, a bloody field of victory, That inhales the souls of those that offended fate,
She and her Host of war in the heavens stomachs' bulge.
Gone is the rush, the heat and glorious fear, Remains the sickness, the glimpse of hell that burns the mind, Forever will he remember, this man


My Dream, a Warriors DreamMud and clanking, terror stinking with the sweat, The heat is palpable on the tongue, thick and heavy, Searing inside steel clothes that screech and clank, Jauntily bouncing in the saddle.My Dream, a Warriors Dream
Horse stamp and snort, strong flanks steaming, Sweat dribbles into eyes, unchallenged by heavy hands,
A halt, a rest, some cheer to see the enemy,
Downhill, ghosts in the shimmering glare of the sun.
The enemy: rows and rows, banner and steel,
Officers calmly ride across the front, splendid, Hollering discipline and threats, then slinking away, Pitiful creatures of fear, with


Perfect ImaginationThe girl of sharp wit, And of shaper tongue, Hides inside herself in the dark Wary of a perfect imagination.Perfect Imagination
Hidden away, silent, A specter of self-distain, Hating the images swirling Nowhere in a perfect imagination.
Cannot sleep, for the fear, Recreating terror in her mind,
Shaping sleepless night, plagued By a perfect imagination.
Freedom in bristle and ochre, Ruler of canvas and colour, Cursed is she with the gift Of perfect imagination.
Tortured artist, loathing, Her strokes of perfection, Deep inside w
We shall meet again soon, I hope.
Love.
Yeah, it's one of those days.
It's also one of those days where I got back from Coles, hoping for something to do, ANYTHING, and finding absolutely nothing. We got given Santa hats though. And Adam (work Adam) gave me tinsel then TOOK IT AWAY AGAIN, wait for it, TO GIVE TO SOMEONE ELSE. So I pouted and looked at him with deep seeded hurt and anger, and got myself some silver tinsel, fresh off a display. There's nothing scissors can't do. Actually, there's a lot that scissors can't do, but if tinsel is your problem, they might be able to answer it.
'Butterfly In Reverse' and 'Hard Candy' = Good. Pretty sure I don't need to say who they're by. It's not a hard thing to figure out.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, though I could write meaningless rot all night (it's such a character flaw), I might not, and thus keep your brain cells in tact. Brain cells are important, or so people keep telling me. I can't quite decide whether or not I believe them.
I KNEW it was a real word.
Donna: Tamer of the baby chicken.
Jason: Tamer of the bin.
I have a feeling I did the 'I'm better than you' attitude today after you guys had been playing your fun little game for a while. Sorry. [Disclaimer: Me acting like it doesn't mean I think it]
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"That, my friend, is the sound of no one caring."
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A familiar world to me, this portable landscape, it has been my natural habitat for as long as I can remember.
If you want those Ancient notes from Friday, they're on Holly's page. I could have copied and pasted them here, but I didn't think of that at the time, and I have three assignments to finsih on the weekend. Clearly it's going to be great fun.
Especially the ones I know nothing about.
Somehow I got distracted, and out came the Iced Coffee (health kick starts tomorrow) and Pez (really, health kick starts tomorrow), and then Rob came on msn, and dinner was in there somewhere, and now, an hour later, I've done absolutely nothing.
Oh to have the ability to knuckle down! Accounting makes no sense, and it an Ancient are tied as my worst subjects. So I figure I can justify spending more time on Ancient than Accounting, even though I'd be able to get a B for Ancient without THAT much preparation. I think.
Oh geh, I need visual aids etc.
Ha, I just realised that here I am, commenting you, as one more means of procrastination. I'm a sinner. And feeling guilty, because that assignment (aptly titled IWantYourWang, after Ellie wrote it in my Ancient book...with Wang meaning king, obviously) is sitting there, on my task bar, crying because it's just not getting completed.
'The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot' by Brand New is a GOOD song. I only just discovered it today, and feel bad that we have been strangers so long, the song and I. We now have a real rapport, and I have shorter hair, which is ever so exciting.
Alright, time to "do Ancient" (procrastinate somewhere else). Have funnnnn with yours. 15-20 minutes...pretty much fun guaranteed.
see you tomorrow
Jess
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All the times I've tried to walk away from you, I fall into your abounding grace, And love is where I am.
Please note that I am NOT a pot smoker, drinker, french or albino.
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