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This is my adopted goth fetus named "Cringe". Hooray fetus!


China Rose
05.30.04 (2:46 am)   [edit]
Sharp breath catches in her throat
She sees a dangerous sight
A gleam within the dragons eye
The source of all her light

This thing, it cannot come to pass
It lives within her dreams
Fevered drumming beats her heart
Within her mind it screams

Tears of glass fall from her eye
Upon the hardened ground
Yearning for that saving light
She weeps without a sound

Her inner self, she hides away
She stands so tall and proud
Desired secrets locked within
Obscured beneath this shroud

Such is her calamity
Deep within her breast
Knowledge is forbidden here
Yet this, she cannot rest

Brittle as a china rose
Strength of will, she sees
Gentle wind of whispered word
Shall bring her to her knees

Into pieces, shattering
That china rose, no more
For that gentle whispered word
Forever closed a door
 


posted by: Mark (reply)
post date: 05.30.04 (10:02 am)

Ooh...poet-y.



posted by: James (reply)
post date: 05.30.04 (10:33 am)

Must know word....must....know.....





posted by: JmcV (reply)
post date: 05.30.04 (12:35 pm)

I have no idea how long it has been there, and it has nothing to do with this post, but i just had to comment:

that adopted fetus is SO FUCKING COOL!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!

i also really like the poem, but like james, i wish i knew what the word was. but the fact that everyone wants to know means that the poem did what it was supposed to do. good work. (o:

sorry about the timing not working out for hair stuff this weekend. for some reason i was assuming we'd do it friday, i should have gotten in touch with you earlier in the week so that we could have planned it out more specifically or whatever.

i had lots of wine last night. yummy, yummy wine that tasted like berries and made me dizzy. (o:



posted by: James (reply)
post date: 05.30.04 (5:07 pm)

Was the word, "No"?

This is maddening! MADDENING! Some form of hella-hot (that's just for you Casper) Nazi torture. And yet I'm strangely comfortable with that.....









posted by: SNEEVIL (reply)
post date: 05.30.04 (5:33 pm)

Reply to: JmcV

She won't have a beer with me. Now I find out she's become a wino behind my back. (sniffle)
Next time you come over, I tell ya, you're not leaving unless you're staggering.



posted by: SNEEVIL (reply)
post date: 05.30.04 (6:55 pm)

Reply to: James

You know the word, and yet you don't. One has only to whisper it to employ it's sweeping power. But how many words out there exist with such potential? Sweet sweet ache of unknown knowledge. Of convoluted possibility. Keep guessing. ;)




posted by: James (reply)
post date: 05.30.04 (10:30 pm)

Reply to: SNEEVIL

So, it is down to you, and it is down to me.
It's so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you.

Ah SNEEVIL you've given everything away! I know what the word is. The word is....

*pointing over your shoulder*

What in the world could that be?!

This Princess Bride moment brought to you by those fabulous people at the RAND corporation. And by Reverse Vampires: When the sun comes up...we come out.

What is the going rate for hints?



posted by: Mark (reply)
post date: 05.31.04 (1:03 am)

Reply to: James
Reverse Vampires?
Thank you.



posted by: SNEEVIL (reply)
post date: 05.31.04 (6:15 am)

Reply to: James

The going rate for hints?

If I didn't know better, I'd think that this might be worth something to you. (Raised eyebrow).

I'm not going to give it up that easily. I think that I should at least get to use my knouts first, don't you?

Reverse vampires...I don't know what to say. Really.



posted by: care (reply)
post date: 05.31.04 (9:12 am)

word: goodbye?

what do I win what do I win??!?!?!?!



posted by: James (reply)
post date: 05.31.04 (9:20 am)

And here I was going to collect the lovely JmcV, pick up our cheques, and maybe take SNEEVIL out to lunch as a bribe.

But JmcV isn't home, and I doubt that SNEEVIL will read this before lunch.

Ah the best laid plans.....



posted by: SNEEVIL (reply)
post date: 05.31.04 (9:57 am)

Reply to: James

Bribing me with lunch...It just might be crazy enough to work. But then again...maybe not.
I have an ear infection today, so my lunch hour will be spent sitting in the doctors office. :o)




posted by: SNEEVIL (reply)
post date: 05.31.04 (10:07 am)

Reply to: care

It could be goodbye...but it isn't. You are our grand prize winner of a smack with a wet noodle. How do you feel? I said, HOW DO YOU FEEL? Thanks for playin' the game.



posted by: SNEEVIL (reply)
post date: 05.31.04 (1:28 pm)

I hang my head in defeat. I was neither strong nor crafty enough to hide the word from the great and powerfull James.
However...
No one else knows it. Unless they'd like to risk the wet noodle punishment. :o)
I



posted by: SNEEVil (reply)
post date: 05.31.04 (1:28 pm)

Only one "L" in powerful. There's the editor in me...hehehe.



posted by: James (reply)
post date: 05.31.04 (2:21 pm)

Reply to: SNEEVil

You were a worthy adversary my dear, but none can withstand my deadly fries-and-a-bottomless-beverage combo!

In order to torture you, I will give you a hint to the singer of the song we were discussing. Initials for the singer are L.L.



posted by: James (reply)
post date: 05.31.04 (2:24 pm)

Just out of curiosity, what can you buy with your TBucks? And is it a Tbuck a post?



posted by: care (reply)
post date: 05.31.04 (3:30 pm)

I like wet noodles... perhaps after a beer, some dinner... some wet noodle slappin around... *G*


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