Martin OakshaftPosted by Martin Oakshaft 01 May, 2009 09:28PMOk, so its nearly time to roll out the one and only "story" that i have ever attempted... but first, yet another poem (i have a few!).
The title speaks for itself, really. I was working for a Ratty little Security outfit (while wearing one of their "hand-me-down" ratty outfits). I was pulling 12hour night shifts, followed by a day to "recover" then 12hour day shifts. it was grim.
anyhoos... i was sitting in a partially constructed warehouse. sitting on a giant wooden cable reel with an even bigger cable reel as a "desk", and i really felt the need to write down how i was feeling. bear in mind that this was written after sitting there on my own, with absoulutely no human contact (or entertainment) for 10 hours.
Sometimes, most times
(a security guards lament)
he sits there.
he gets up.
he thinks things.
things, mundane things,
he sees thing.
he hears things,
times he doesn’t.
times he is alert,
most times he is bored
C.W. Hewett's TLRPosted by Martin Oakshaft 30 Apr, 2009 11:26PM
not the most helpful input, but everytime i think of the character called The Librarian, all i can think about is an orangutan that says "ook"
Martin OakshaftPosted by Martin Oakshaft 30 Apr, 2009 08:27PMBefore i forget... i have just remembered my *first ever* "poem"!! i *think* that i was around 6 or 7 years old at the time (yeah, its one of *those* poems)., and id discovered the fascination of trying to write something but with the first letter of each line spelling out the subject matter (um.. might become clear when you read it!) .. just thought id share!
lithering, sliding out in the desertN
aked sun burning on a hunter, manA
ttack thinks the snake as she strikesK
ill says the snake as she bitesE
ventually she kills the man and devours it whole.
makes me laugh because i was really unsure/embarrased about what the "grownups would say about the word "naked" :)
Martin OakshaftPosted by Martin Oakshaft 30 Apr, 2009 08:21PM.. probably the "darkest" one i have ever written.
Sometimes writing down your feelings is basically just "therapy". Im not sure *why* im posting this one because at the time it was very real to me. For various reasons, I had been having a very bad year and, oddly, this "poem" signalled the end of all the bad stuff. I guess that im hoping that someone can read this and if they are feeling the same, if they can relate, then id like to think that it can help in some way.
I actually wrote it down on a napkin at a restaurant while waiting for some people to arrive. It is written here *exactly* as i wrote it then. As with most of my stuff, i dont edit - its all written straight from the brain (or heart/soul) onto the paper.
The worms of paranoia grow,
Crawling, burrowing through the mind.
Eating away everything good,
Still crawling, still burrowing.
Destroying the whole,
Leaving a dark space,
A hollow vacuum.
The darkness grows,
Filling the void with bad things.
Mistrust and loathing,
Fear and loneliness,
Nowhere to turn, a different person awakes.
The awareness intensifies,
Sounds, colours, smells are sharper.
More animal than human.
People everywhere, all strangers.
Who are they?
What do they want from me?
Why do they care for me?
More feelings from the void,
Vision through a twisted clarity.
Fight, maim, run.
Sanity returns slowly.
Purity, goodness, spirit.
Slowly, mind and body whole.
Safe, rational, alive.
hmmm.. yes.. is it me, or is that all a bit pretentious?
im rather pleased with "Vision through a twisted clarity" though, not bad considering i was a gibbering wreck at the time ROFL!
Martin OakshaftPosted by Martin Oakshaft 29 Apr, 2009 01:09AMok.. so i have a really rather *dark* "poem" that i was going to submit, but i think that i will leave that for another time....
.. instead this is a subject that i really wanted to try to describe. sometimes pure feelings and raw passions can really only be felt, be experienced, but this was something that i just *had* to try to put down in words. The words themselves do not do my feelings any justice, they simply cannot compare to the way ones heart and soul can simply sing in certain moments....
unfortunately, this is a "rough" copy - i had lost the paper original years ago. i *think* that this is a pretty good facsimile, and i really hope that everyone can experience something similar at least once in their lifetime.....
The alchemy of love
Lying together, we start the spell.
Slowly kissing, the magic is borne.
Touching, caressing, feeling the beat of our hearts,
The rhythm, the contact, the love.
Slowly at first, the magic builds.
Sensuous and enticing, we feel the electricity surge.
Cries of passion, we chant an ancient language never forgotten.
The magic is strong now,
Compelling, urging us forward.
Our souls connect, our bodies merge.
Soaring upwards, exploding in a supernova of light.
Spinning in the stars, we are one.
The spell is complete.
Martin OakshaftPosted by Martin Oakshaft 27 Apr, 2009 11:26PM
"poetry" that i have written was really only meant for *me*, it was a
way to put down strong feelings and to "get them out of my system".
I am by no means a poet, or a writer. in fact i dont even *know* how to
structure a peom, or what the "rules" are.
Anyway... "Emotion" was written a while back. I wont bore you with
the background, ill just show it and let you decide how it makes *you* feel.
Please dont hesitate in commenting, i welcome any critisism (or praise, for
I see her in my minds eye
She has grace with a subtle undercurrent of will
A force waiting to be unleashed
I see her
My mind and body swirls in an eddy of emotions
So alien and yet so alive
My heart is trapped
Not love, not lust but a meeting of souls
She is my friend, my confidant
I want to tell her but i cannot
I could lose her friendship forever
Silently i thank her and weep at a destiny that will never be