http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/ PAPAS Homepage Mon, 22 Aug 2005 19:35:05 PDT http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2005. http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/archive/45.html Tue, 23 Aug 2005 03:32:18 GMT This is Very Abstract! Sense of frustration Confuse the waves Beating to the sound Mentality has enslaved Strapped without a voice A pen without the ink Left without a choice Melody with no sync Fall up Rise down Drink the cup From sleepless town Screams yell silence Raindrops fall to the ground Condition of decadence Raindrops make no sound Fall up Rise down Drink the cup from sleepless town Memories yearn Alertness yawns Tired concern Tangled bonds Fall up Rise down Drink the cup from sleepless town... (more) http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/comments?id=45 http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/archive/44.html Sun, 07 Aug 2005 09:45:49 GMT ohmygoodness could this get any cheesier. my apologies, guys. i'm just feeling slightly floaty and light-headed at the moment. In My Sleep As of recently, I've come to realise, That I'm getting hasty To lie down and close my eyes. When I go to bed And lay my head to rest, My mind races ahead to the things I like the best. Like you, for instance. I skim through my memory menu And fast-forward my day, Then when I get to you, I pause and replay. I picture your face, Imagine your arms around me. My heart begins to race And I feel all warm and... (more) http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/comments?id=44 http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/archive/43.html Wed, 03 Aug 2005 00:26:45 GMT this week's theme is SLEEP let the creative juices flow... http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/comments?id=43 http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/archive/42.html Tue, 02 Aug 2005 01:16:12 GMT I taste the black desires invigorate me as morning wake the life smell the magic and love it powerfully! http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/comments?id=42 http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/archive/41.html Mon, 18 Jul 2005 14:48:00 GMT Flying on wings of Colour She charms her smile in the tune with love As she, the girls sit upon the grove She laughs a laugh unlike one at all And lets the rabbits nibble there The pale tattoos That shine so bright So vividly dancing around her arm The image of her world is distorted now Her image blurred by wet eyes. Dewy. She sees through a screen of black and white And finds that she laughs no longer A butterfly flits into the garden…followed By the tune of harmony and colour This creature wild and yet so strong paints the picture With a... (more) http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/comments?id=41 http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/archive/40.html Mon, 18 Jul 2005 09:03:57 GMT A/N It's not very good, but I was a little bit desperate. Anyways, maybe this piece needs a bit of explaining. The Morning Star was the name given to Lucifer when he was an angel. Make what you will of that. The language the creature is speaking is Latin, although mine is so hopless I'm not really sure that I haven't just created a new language. If you'd like a translation, let me know. The only star was the morning star, preaching its word through a nimbus of light that fell to the earth in a circle of Cypress trees. The ground was a bed of clovers, crushed underfoot by the few... (more) http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/comments?id=40 http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/archive/39.html Sun, 17 Jul 2005 17:00:48 GMT WARNING: I wasn't exactly in the bestest of moods upon writing this and it's not very good, but i needed to vent! She lay on the ground Lost in adolescence Staring up into the night sky Captivated by the twilight stars Her wavy auburn locks Spread out over the grass Dewdrops forming on each blade As the night faded into morning A blue moon overhead Beams shedding light on the various wildflowers Moonlight coating her ivory skin And brightening her sapphire eyes A black dog emerged from the wood She then realized everything was nothing but... (more) http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/comments?id=39 http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/archive/38.html Sun, 17 Jul 2005 10:49:47 GMT Little by little faces fly away they leave you breathless not wanting another day. And little by little the mirror will crack and all your colorful dreams well they'll turn black. Little by little darkness will come and all you'll hear is the sound of death's drum. And little by little sinner's will fall and all you'll have left is your imaginery wall. Little by little children will scream they'll end up crying because of that dream. And little by little the earth will crack and you'll end up running and you'll never look back http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/comments?id=38 http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/archive/37.html Sat, 16 Jul 2005 14:16:28 GMT i'm afraid this isn't very good. oh well! Untitled She watched, filled with awe, wonder, jealousy, as the graceful swan of a ballerina twirled, leapt, flew, flawless (without falling). How she wished, how she wished she could be as graceful, perfect, unfailing. Just for once. But until she gains the strength, faith, courage to break through her cocoon of self-pity, hopelessness, fear (the fear of falling, failing), while everyone else takes a deep breath of adrenaline, runs boldly past, excited, enthusiastic, fearless, to experience the flight she will... (more) http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/comments?id=37 http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/archive/36.html Fri, 15 Jul 2005 13:51:12 GMT XXIX. When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state There on the broken courtyard bench sat Jacques, muttering to himself and wholly lost in thought. One would notice his stooped shoulders and gnarled fingers that curled protectively around something small. Every now and then, he would look around like a pitiful street urchin, as if a dog that had been whipped across the hind-legs. A few minutes would drift by before he would start sighing all over again. ‘Ah ahh ahhh! What have I done!’ ‘Old man! What are you doing here again?’ a young timid... (more) http://papas2005.blogdrive.com/comments?id=36