Ozymandias Posted March 19, 2008 Report Posted March 19, 2008 I'm choking Surrounded by dark, broken by shafts of light that come as quickly as the storm steals them again The clouds roll, the thunder rumbles, the wind has just begun to push with anger, the rain hasn't begun Waves crash over me, salt filliing my eyes, my lungs The chains squeal across the rock When I've slept, I strain at them every other day, I only sit and wait for tyhe vultures. I know I can count on them to always eat They're there, too garce, titan strength, she, wit her grip of iron her, with her bow of mightier wood than earth births she who flexes claws with promised challenge to each new danger The storm rages, the storm subsides, the islands are dashed to pieces, deadwood splintered in nature's torrential fury Still they stand, here on our rock the rock never moves, never splinters, no matter the ships dashed agianst it, no matter the water, the wind, no matter how much rage and noise There are others here too- other castaways, right? It's so hard to remember All I see is their blue and white, and salt and red and grey The wind moves them- occasionally They rarely falter How? They fall but nothing will keep them down How? Each still tries to break my chains (is there someone else there too who tries? I can't see) I peck at their entrails I remain.
Ozymandias Posted March 26, 2008 Author Report Posted March 26, 2008 unsatisfied. Ver. 2: vomitus Surrounded by dark split by shafts of light quick as the storm that steals them clouds roll, thunder rumbles, wind lands its first blows in anger, there is no rain Waves crash overhead, salting my eyes, my lungs meat prepared; preserved chains squeal across the rock some days, I strain at them and every night in sleep I wait for the vultures. They ride and die upon the storm they always eat their fill There are others here too- other castaways, Cast away? titan with her grip of iron huntress with bow of unearthly wood grace claws flexed without quarter the rock never moves, never splinters, no matter the ships dashed agianst it, no matter how much rage and noise The storm rages, the storm subsides, islands dashed to pieces; deadwood Still they stand, here on our rock It's so hard to remember All I see is blue and white, and black and red and grey The wind may stumble them, the sea may stagger does nothing make them fall? Each still tries to break my chains someone else there too who tries? I cannot see I peck at their entrails I remain. I'm choking.
Ozymandias Posted March 26, 2008 Author Report Posted March 26, 2008 ver. 3 vomitus Surrounded by dark split by shafts of light quick as the storm that steals them clouds roll, thunder rumbles, wind lands its first blows in anger, there is no rain Waves crash overhead, salting my eyes, my lungs meat prepared; preserved chains squeal across the rock some days, I strain at them and every night in sleep I wait for the vultures. They ride and die upon the storm they always eat their fill There are others here too- other castaways, Cast away? The wind may stumble them, the sea may stagger does nothing make them fall? Each still tries to break my chains someone else there too who tries? I cannot see I peck at their entrails I remain. I'm choking.
Ozymandias Posted March 26, 2008 Author Report Posted March 26, 2008 Still not done. More work later.
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