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Entry 11: Feeling Controlled. |
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I wrote this one before my writers block... I was feeling a little like a puppet on a String. People pulling me around (Sadly, mostly females... pulling on the heart.)
Pinocchio
I am not your puppet!
You have pulled these strings
(The ones on my heart)
For too long.
Pulling them towards
Grief,
then joy
then Anger
then Sorrow
then Confusion
then Ecstacy
then Nothingness
then Terror.
I've had enough.
'Been toyed with for too long.
I have.
I am taking control now.
I am pulling these strings now,
And I will watch you trip and fall.
A puppet master dethroned.
I sever these strings
(Sever the connection with you)
And I walk away.
Not chained by your lies
Or your false hopes
or Fake truths.
And may the sticks
(The ones that held the strings on)
Become my cross,
So I can ward off
The other demons in this world
Like you.
I am not a toy.
I am a real boy.
Its about damn time I was treated like one.
 Zeta Wave · Mon Jan 08, 2007 @ 03:44am · 2 Comments |
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Entry 10: An Old Idea, Revisited. |
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A few entries ago (actually, it was near the beginning, wasn't it?) I did a poem consisting of only Advertisement slogans. Well, in November of last year, I did another one of the same style, this time using Song Titles.
Loss and Shock: A Story of 34 Songs
Speechless.
Word Disassosciation.
Shy...
The Grudge.
Boom!
Attack
The Trooper.
War? -
Dreaming.
Full Moon.
The Widow,
Tears of Ice.
Crawling...
Every Day is Exactly the Same.
Goodbye Blue Sky.
You Know What You Are?
Misplaced.
Runaway,
Run Like Hell.
The Show Must Go On.
All the Love in the World-
Love is Not Enough.
One Step Closer...
Just Stop
This Suffering.
...I'm Alive.
In The Flesh?
In The Flesh.
Who are You?
The Wind Beneath My Wings.
Starlit Eyes.
Place For My Head:
With You.
Right Where It Belongs.
~Zeta Wave, November 4th, 2006
Zeta Wave · Fri Jan 05, 2007 @ 06:59pm · 0 Comments |
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Haha, I bet some of you though I meant AFI, didn't you? XDD I had to do it. Actually, its not about AFI at all. Its another poem. With a theme of... well.. I am sure you figured it out.
The Glow
A small glow of a single candle
Fighting against the smothering darkness.
Alone, it can't even light itself entirely.
The flame pushes against the thick black
And Miraculously,
Finds another waxy, untouched wick.
The flame is passed on.
The modest glow of two candles together
Still struggling against this dark void.
They can see themselves clearly now,
But the unknown is still shouded ahead.
With effort,
The flame continues on and finds two more.
The soft glow of four candles in tandem.
See who they are, where they have been.
The darkness is still there,
But the reasurrance pushes them on.
Thus, Gloriously,
Four more are found,
And the flame expands once more.
Eight Candles now.
Find Sixteen,
Find Thirty-two.
Doubles and Doubles again,
In a neverending chain.
A Divine flame,
Dispels the seemingly eternal darkness.
And fills the room with
A warm light.
As I enter this majestic place
Of beauty, light, and joy,
I take a single candle with me.
I have come to you,
And with this candle alit,
I ignite the wick of your own candle
And pass the flame on to you.
Alone, one glow is small,
But with everyday, that glow can grow.
The Glow is yours to cherish and to pass on.
Keep this light alive.
~Zeta Wave, January 4th, 2007.
Zeta Wave · Thu Jan 04, 2007 @ 09:37pm · 1 Comments |
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Entry 8: A New Year, Time to Start Writing again. |
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Yeah... I kinda went on a break for a while. I just didn't have anything to write about. But, a friend commitioned (sp?) me to write something for her on a topic that recently became very close to her. Here it is:
One Moment Of Poor Judgement?
Crumpled newspaper on the ground.
Feeling momentarily environment-concious
I pick it up.
The Headline
Of this small town paper:
"4 KILLED IN COLLISION AT INTERSECTION"
I read on...
T-bone collision.
Empty intersection.
Both parents in victim car,
Dead.
Youngest child as well.
Driver at fault's wife is with them as well.
Out of six involved, two live.
They said that this was caused by
One Poor Judgement.
One Laspe of Reason.
Strange, I see more.
Intoxication is the first laspe.
Followed by thinking you can drive.
Theres two already.
How about focusing on your wife rather than the road?
And Missing your red light?
Theres four.
And finally, the most cowardly,
Fleeing the accident.
The other survivor?
A young girl who is in pain.
Not physically
But Mentally and Emotionally.
She lost something more important than anything to her.
Her family.
A tear rolls down my cheek,
And I mourn those lost.
I throw the paper in the trash, and begin walking.
My destination takes an hour or so to get to,
But I arrive at this
Fatal intersection.
I Walk to the crumpled Mustang in the ditch.
I crawl into the wreck,
Take something off the dash,
And find my way out again.
As I continue my way
Back to where I once was
I look at this photograph,
Of my wife, two days before the crash.
I can connect with this young girl,
I can understand her loss.
If I had the choice,
I would've gone in order
For one of the other four to live.
I am a murderer,
Not because of one,
But Five
Moments of Poor Judgement.
And for what little it is worth,
I am sorry.
Zeta Wave · Wed Jan 03, 2007 @ 05:36pm · 0 Comments |
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Entry 7: Fabrication Controlling the Fabricator. |
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Continuim
Tick...
Tick...
Tick...
It is quite perplexing
How an abstract concept
(In a world of concrete belief)
Truly consumes
One's inner workings.
The world
Consumed
By time.
Something that really,
Truly
Doesn't exist.
One's fabrication
And attempt
To measure
The aging processes
Of the world.
Defy time.
Don't be afraid
To ignore
That which truly
Does not exist.
And as the clock
Mocks you
With its rhythmic laughter
Remember
You control it
It can not control you.
And at this point
You can realize
Immortality
Is as close to you
As willing it so.
~Zeta, Written October 09 7:24:39 PM
Zeta Wave · Sat Nov 04, 2006 @ 06:04am · 0 Comments |
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Entry #6: Learning to let go |
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I wrote this while my girlfriend and I went on a break... she needed to figure somethings out in her life... I didn't want to let her go... but then I thought about it. And from that, I wrote this. Just so you know, the name Serafina means "Beautiful, Heavenly Angel." That was the nickname I gave her.
I'll let you fly.
Such a beautiful
Delicate
Fragile
Amazing
Being.
I've kept you caged
Fearing to lose this
Beauty
Forever.
Afraid to lose what I
Tried so hard to gain.
I didn't realize
Just how much I was
Suffocating you.
An angel has wings so they can fly.
Not just to be pretty
Not just as a symbol.
To Fly.
I'll open this cage for you now.
I'll let you fly.
So you can find the world
Find your place
And know what is right
For you.
They say if you love someone
Let them go.
And they will come back
If it is meant to be.
So fly for both of us,
And tell me if we are true.
Discover
What you are meant to do
Where you are meant to go
Who you are meant to be
Why you are here And
How you will accomplish
Your Goals.
And through that,
You will learn
When it is time
To return.
I open my arms to
Let you go.
Those arms will stay open
To bring you back.
You will always
Be
My
Serafina.
~Zeta, Written October 04, 2006 10:35:41 PM
Zeta Wave · Sun Oct 15, 2006 @ 05:57pm · 2 Comments |
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Entry #5: Linguistic Representation |
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This one is a favourite of some of my friends.
Pulse
F
Fe
Fee
Feel
Fee
Fe
F
T
Th
The
Th
T
P
Pu
Pul
Puls
Pulse
Puls
Pul
Pu
P
W
Wi
Wit
With
Withi
Within
Withi
With
Wit
Wi
W
Y
Yo
You
Your
Yours
Yourse
Yoursel
Yourself
Yoursel
Yourse
Yours
Your
You
Yo
Y
A
An
And
An
A
B
Be
B
A
Am
Ama
Amaz
Amaze
Amazed
Amaze
Amaz
Ama
Am
A
T
Th
Tha
That
Tha
Th
T
Y
Yo
You
Yo
Y
H
Ha
Hav
Have
Hav
Ha
H
A
B
Be
Bea
Beat
Bea
Be
B
W
Wh
Whi
Whic
Which
Whic
Whi
Wh
W
T
Th
The
Th
T
W
Wo
Wor
Worl
World
Worl
Wor
Wo
W
C
Ca
Can
Ca
C
F
Fe
Fee
Feel
Feel.
Feel
Fee
Fe
F
N
Ne
Nev
Neve
Never
Neve
Nev
Ne
N
L
Lo
Los
Lose
Los
Lo
L
Y
Yo
You
Your
You
Yo
Y
C
Co
Con
Conn
Conne
Connec
Connect
Connecti
Connectio
Connection
Connectio
Connecti
Connect
Connec
Conne
Conn
Con
Co
C
W
Wi
Wit
With
Wit
Wi
W
H
Hu
Hum
Huma
Human
Humani
Humanit
Humanity
Humanit
Humani
Human
Huma
Hum
Hu
H
F
Fo
For
Fo
F
I
It
I
A
As
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Assi
Assis
Assist
Assists
Assist
Assis
Assi
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As
A
W
Wi
Wit
With
Wit
Wi
W
M
Ma
Mak
Maki
Makin
Making
Makin
Maki
Mak
Ma
M
U
Us
U
R
Re
Rea
Real
Real.
Real
Rea
Re
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~ Zeta, Written September 27, 2006 7:35:20 PM
Zeta Wave · Fri Oct 13, 2006 @ 11:07pm · 1 Comments |
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Entry 4: Something to take to heart. |
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I wrote this one as a message to those out their who find enjoyment from other peoples suffering. Since I was almost pushed to suicide from these people a few years ago (Don't worry, I am perfectly fine now), I figure more people should learn.
Freefall (Three Choices, Three Chances)
I run.
I get a good running start,
Then I jump out of the plane.
I am freefalling now,
The greatest rush
I have ever experienced.
As I plummet,
Faster
Faster.
Finally, I've had enough
With one swift tug
My chute unravels
To slow me to safety.
However, the cruel words of another
Cut the strings,
And I fall again.
My composure remains though
I planned ahead.
I pull my emergency chute
And retry my safe landing.
Once again, actions of hatred
Slice like a knife,
And as the shredded ropes
Leave
I realize just
How much Danger
I am in.
There's nothing stopping me now
All my precautions
Sabatoged (Evil lingers)
And I have accepted this
Early Grave,
Sick Fate.
Two choices wasted.
Two chances disposed of.
I give the last choice to you.
Cruelty will weigh me down
And I will fall faster.
On the other hand
Kindness and acceptance
Will grant me flight.
This is your moment.
Flight or Fall?
Life or Death?
Pleasure or Guilt?
The choice is yours.
Make it well.
Zeta Wave · Sun Sep 24, 2006 @ 05:25pm · 2 Comments |
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Entry 3: Observing the world around me. |
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This was one I wrote while watching alot of T.V. I normally don't, but after doing so, I decided this would be an interesting idea for a writing. I hope you can catch all of the references, I am not sure if some of them are Canada only, hopefully not.
And Now, A Word From Our Sponsors....
Obey Your Thirst.
Just do it,
Do what tastes right.
Something Different.
A beautiful thing.
I'm Loving It.
Always
Think Fresh.
You'll see, we're better.
Live in your world, play in ours...
Too much fun!
You can do it, we can help.
That was easy.
See what the Future has in store.
Love the Skin your in.
Get into it.
You know you want it.
Is it in you?
They're Great!
Gives you wings.
You've Always got time for
My Anti-Drug.
Zeta Wave · Mon Sep 18, 2006 @ 12:52am · 2 Comments |
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