Alright, last night I had a very disturbing dream about some past drug problems I had in my life. When I woke up to write the dream down, I realized that my feelings closely paralelled what I imagine Willow was feeling while going through withdrawals at the end of wrecked.
"Wrecked Again"
The light swings
Turning the shadows upon themselves
Fading her form in and out of darkness
Washing out her trembling
Erasing her tears
As she waits
Counts each breath
Longing and begging
For the sheets to consume her
Leave nothing but the aching emptiness
Hollowing her hope
Hands balled tight
Grasping and clinging to themselves
Itching to touch and hold
something more than the nothingness
They've come to know so well
Shoulders tense and strained
Yearning for permission to fall
For something to bear
That is all hers and hers alone
Something to whisper into her dreams
To drive the webs from her mind
And look upon the withered remains
Of her misplaced heart
Cold
So cold
She shivers
And locks her eyes shut
To the trecherous light
As she swings back and forth
Between thoughts of life
And dreams of oblivion
Tired of existing for herself
Not ready to live for another
Craving a taste of something sweeter
Than her own haunted radiance.
~JH Quill
Let me know what you think.
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"It was one of those rare occasions that inspired the hell out of me."
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Possible season 6 spoilers!
This poem was inspired by Willow's behavior in "Wrecked"
"Tainted"
By the whim of a tainted grace
Save nomore than my own flawed nature
I find myself caught between my longing
For a better name
And my need to remain a steadfast figure
Of graceless existence -
Anchored in these solid masses
of man-made Earth and lies
Engendered in acts of self-destruction,
I am foremost a filter of troubled shadows,
torn from my respite
and thrust into the moment -
A willing accomplice to my own
Drainging impulses...
No more,
no less
Than human.
~JH Quill
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Possible season 6 spoilers!
This poem was inspired by Willow's behavior in "Wrecked"
"Tainted"
By the whim of a tainted grace
Save nomore than my own flawed nature
I find myself caught between my longing
For a better name
And my need to remain a steadfast figure
Of graceless existence -
Anchored in these solid masses
of man-made Earth and lies
Engendered in acts of self-destruction,
I am foremost a filter of troubled shadows,
torn from my respite
and thrust into the moment -
A willing accomplice to my own
Drainging impulses...
No more,
no less
Than human.
~JH Quill
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This a poem I wrote a few days ago after watching Tabula Rasa.
It could be read from just about any of the Scoobies' perspectives but I think it's more or less Tara's voice.
Fallen
The lingering remnants of my innocence
Leaves me drunk with regret
Longing to see that bright-eyed child
Staring back at me
Through the eyes of every person I've touched
I long to wonder, once again
At the beauty of life and this place
To trust those once loving arms
Resting heavily at your sides
To find that comfort and safety
That I am now too jaded to seek
One by one we fell
Sobbing and screaming
From our heavenly purchases
Now our heavy and tired feet
Carry us reluctantly through each day
Another memory left to fade
Into the shadows
As we dredge onward...
downward...
Farther and farther from the homes we once knew
I can't even trust myself,
How can I trust the next saving grace?
Crouched wearily on our edge of brimstone
Watching the flames
Consume everything we hold dear
One by one we fall
Again and again
Grasping for each other
As the heat climbs up
To claim the shells-
The hollow of our innocence lost...
Grace is here somewhere
In our hearts
Whispering us home -
Gently pushing us forward -
Among the shadows we have become
A kindred spirit lies in wait
For our eyes to lift from the ground at our feet
Longing to kiss away every scar and tear
To bear the weight of our tainted souls
To hold the world back
And paint a picture of beauty
To salvage the fleeting remnants of our stolen innocence
And bring us home at last.
JH Quill
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Here's another poem...W/T inspired of course and a bit of a switch from my usual mood.
Time is drifting past us here
Calm and swift
Brushing past your eyes
As my gaze falls...
The slope of your hips
draws me nearer,
to completion
Brings me closer,
To the heaven
that my grasp fell short of
So long ago...
The infinite softness of all that is you
Defies all logic
Each dip and curve,
But another shadow to chase away
I love you in the sunlight
Warm and bright
I adore you in the moonlight
My goddess brought to earth
Trembling and bending at my touch
The endless depths of your eyes
Find me but a woman
Humbled by the capacity
Of her own swollen heart.
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Alrighty then...another, just cause I'm bored waiting for the rest the clubbin' crew to get here.
Imbued in the tangled mass of this moment
Tailed by a pragmatic instance
To deftly sweep my mind away
From a hard-earned glance
Upon your angellic countenance
An overdue brush of my fingertips
Against the incandescent softness
Of your skin...
The tainted essence of my heart
Called to your hands
Bled of all reason
Left a hollow mass
Straining beneath the weight of your kiss
Trembling
Shattered
And finally whole.
~JH Quill
This poem was given to me as a gift when I graduated massage school. The woman who gave it to me is one of the most amazing people I have ever met. I'm not sure whether it is her original writing, but I think it is appropriate right now.
Unconditional
Thrive for her so her love and beauty glistens fierce in your blossoming love, and she will become the stars in your sky that violently blister your soft death. Approach her pleasure warmly as to coax the sacred face of love and joy to a sanctuary alive and full of trembling murmurs that worship through a raw burst of life. She who can scream a wild season warm with the morning's tremendous sun will feel sweet agony shudder through her breathless belly. This heavy passion deliciously embraces every fluttering flow, to only the sweetest song, between an ancient moon and a pendulous tongue. Beneath a fresh flower by this blooming tide, will soon emerge a light so bright as to never be burned by an enormous winter. She must know that quiet waves of lust urge frantic kisses from a mad lover with a sizzling purr, out set, her day can almost see peace. Ask if soft spring, used as a soft cut, has perfectly carressed the woman you ache to please. Grow with heavy reflect above life, but never leave a blue beginning if long night can breeze through you like sunshine after your secret. Do let it protect only ripe women who stroll Earth, as does my shade rise thick above our throb, which can almost rustle moist fruit from pink air. We must give pass on yellow ornament at dark night and listen on our tendril rain. Know why light ended from firm ground. It is said she is in you like wine and vine. Do not let it feather off, for rose skin was always there in more language than this natural blanket over full bounty. Yes, I ask every woman, at hard plot, what next path give lip or turn soon but see out long bites and plant root for she let her explore over nothing dead. I beg eternal night to color me here. Yet time is unlike her.
~anonymous
For some reason when I read this, I thought of the rift that has formed between our girls. The push and pull of their hearts as they try to reconcile this betrayal with their love. That and it's simply beautiful to read alloud. I highly recommend trying it.
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Edited by: Warduke at: 3/29/02 4:53:41 pm