This is one of the scenes in my novel I'm writing that I particularly enjoyed creating... feedback much appreciated, I'm entering it into a contest. :)
Kiato leaned forward on his chair, resting his elbows on his knees casually, the cup of hot tea that was now resting just behind his elbow swaying dangerously close to spilling all over his lap. "Well, I could tell you're a servant. The merchant's, I suppose. What's your name, love?"
And with that The world exploded in front of you And you tried to catch the pieces in your mouth But found humanity was in flames Burning what it landed on. You shielded your eyes But found that your hands were made of paper And you slowly took in the animals behind you As you yourself became human. "Take me back Take me back to when I was not of beast But of animal. I shall walk on four legs Not as a bow or cower But as something not man; Who is beast, Not I. Take me back." And the world rained back at you As she smiled, Her smile not quite there And yet seen to those looking. "If beast is man, Then are they destroying themselves? Are they looking at animals As if they were the beast man is becoming? And you nod, the ground shaking with the movement, And the Earth looks at you once, Then closes her eyes slowly,
How foolish it was of me To become trapped in the endless spinning of your words And find myself on an island made of syllables With nobody around but for you. But even you were everywhere In the sand In the trees In the water I couldn't dare to touch There was so much of you That you weren't really there at all Accepting the thoughts in which you burned into my brain Making me want to pretend I could reach out And grab you by the neck And scream in but an undertone, "Take me back! This island has brightened words best left in the dark And surrounded me with questions best left with one answer." But instead I fell into your words Which to my dismay, were twisted into love, Bent to the limit until you could say that love was what I fell into Like a trap between your closed hands Or a universe folding into your black hole eyes As your letter entangled me
Hello, I was just wondering... What comes to your mind When someone mentions my name? When your name is sounded out Carelessly By someone else (Obviously they don't know How much it means to me) I think of backstage conversations Onstage pretending Shared words with little meaning Except to enjoy Like a bit of honey On a spoon. I think of Lives in a nutshell Cold water and wet towels Dripping hair and chattering teeth (Of course the sun is warm But it's never warm enough) And the idea of cold That is enjoyed Yet never quite what was expected. When you hear my name Do you think of the same things I do? Or do you just hear it And let it go?
She's the beginning's end Pouring out and in again Glass child has painted friends But she can make them real with her hands Icy eyes and cotton words Seconds counting blotting thirst Swallow yet another quote Running eyes and burning throat
Searchlight ghosts Taken Feed my hopes Again Breathe the common dream This isn't how I'd hoped it to be Walking half the world Just to make yourself a scene But she won't stay Let's hope it doesn't rain on her today
She's the remaining smile I asked her if she'd stay a while She's a raging aging child Drink adulthood low on trial She always was the better man Though she's always made her day with stamps But now she's here with empty friends Nowthat she has known the end
Searchlight ghosts Taken Feed my hopes Again Breathe the common dream
The words are laughing at me. I can hear them, tumbling out of the walls And dripping onto the paper Yet never in the right way, Almost as if they are here Only to insult me To drive me mad Until I have nothing left but The words which killed me. The "once upon a time" That sits on my tongue And yet never finds its way into my pen Is breathing down my neck And into the lungs of my first word. The colors are taking hold of the lines And the curves Of this torture device we call language, And I spill the blood of my paragraph Onto the floor Falling through the crack in the wall And taking its time In dying.
And as we grasp the burning fire Our lungs are exhaled into sparks as we drift higher The poison burning from our lips Struggling for a bitter grip And I breathe And I breathe You are the mother of my wounds You are the lover of my accusations You take the ripples from my life And put the ripples in this poison patience And I breathe And I breathe Push through the caverns with a lighter That evermore will bring me dark If I keep looking We will fall into the binding The forest crumbles from my spark And I breathe And I breathe You are the mother of my wounds You are the lover of my accusations You take the ripples from my life And put the ripples in this poison patience And we breathe And we breathe And we breathe
Your words make the sun shine brighter And make the stars fall to earth in petals. Your words mean nothing to you But everything to others. Please stay a little longer So you can speak your mind For as many hours as need be And I will always be here Listening to the honey of your words.