Dissociative Art & Poetry Corner

Clair's bead bracelets.
I asked Clair why did you not make the bracelet,on the right, half pink and half blue beads?
Answer: We are not equal.
Watcheroflights

The Fire Within
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(I posted this to the Poetry Corner section of the board.)

^Approximately how nerdy am I if I tell you I've been analysing that while I was reading it? Sorry, I'm an English Lit student, it's kind of instinctive. XD
Also, it's really cool.

@thread: I, or rather, I being heavily influenced by my alter Rocket, wrote a piece of not-really-prose that I hesitate to call poetry. It's free verse, and written in the middle of the night while experiencing withdrawal symptoms, and at a time when I was reading a lot of feminist literature. Here it is:

Yamato Nadeshiko
Soft slender fingers puncture your lungs and pierce
Your heart like so many thousand needles
Soft light eyes reveal nothing but your own loathed reflection,
Anxious and overly cautious in its conscious ignorance
White white skin is not pure but simply bloodless, its softness chafes against
Your skin like an ocean of sandpaper couldn't
Soft dark hair entangles you, locks you into a labyrinth
Of emotional repression and self-alienation and permanent deception
Soft sex is suicidally pointless, reflective light eyes like marble
Stare where the silent spectacle they present will not be seen
Softness is an illusion - illusion is reality -
Softness is not a reality.

I think I may have been channeling my inner Emily Dickinson wannabe in the penultimate line. XD

Shadows and Shades of Us

Black Sheep

Little Bo-peep, had sheep as white as snow,
but...
what if she had a black sheep?
The outcast of the group, the one that no one had nothing to do with.

The little black sheep would watch the other sheep,
as she sat in a cornor, hoping two things,
not to be noticed and the other was to learn how to be like the other sheep.
So Little Bo-peep would also love her.

But as the years past,
No one still noticed the black sheep no matter how hard it tried.
The poor little black sheep was starving for affection,
and it no longer cared where it came from.
But...even then it never found any.
Lost and alone it always felt.

The black sheep tried to hide it's beautiful black wool,
for it felt ashamed and hated her wool for her silent suffering.
And as she tried to hided her wool...
she also tried to hided who she really was, and tried to be like the other sheep.
That only made her feel even more alone and depressed as the years flew by.

The little black sheep would sit alone in the fields at night, looking up at the moon.
Silently wishing on the moon to find love and to no longer be who she was, but like the other sheep.
But each and everyday, the black sheep wish wouldn't come true.
And each night she would try again....
Only to feel the disappointment once again

Little Bo-peep had lost her sheep, leave them alone and they'll come home, wagging their tails behind them.
But the little black sheep was never lost,
she was still standing right next to Bo-peep,
But Bo-peep never once looked at the black sheep...
instead Bo-peep drank over her other sheep,
and sadly Bo-peep took no notice that the black sheep never left her side.
The black sheep tried to be the star in her eye,
but...
no matter what the little sheep did, she was never looked at like the other sheep.

The other sheep would come back,
but time and time again, the other sheep would leave again.
And like time and time again, the little black sheep would always stayed.
Sitting next to little Bo-peep, watching as Bo-peep cried and drinked.
Time and time again, they all broke the little black sheep's heart and soul.
They broke her, again, again and again, they kept breaking her.

After All those years, the little black sheep could take no more,
And she turned her back on little Bo-peep and the other sheep.
She was once again all alone with her empty heart,
but this time was different....
She was no longer going to be their idiot! Their disappointment! Their shame!
She was going to be on her own, and this time she wasn't going to take their crap! She was going to be strong!

She felt alone and empty again,
But this time is was because she choose it!
This way she would have an excuse to feel that way, and not have to know the real reason.
She now knew the truth!
No one love an outsider, she was too much of a freak, she wasn't born to feel any type of warmth or love!
Alone...all alone, that's how it was apposed to be...right?

Then like any other lonely day, she sat alone in the meadow
watching Bo-peep love and care for the other sleep,
As she quietly wished that it was her, taking that other sleep's place
When out of the cornor of her eyes she saw, a strange looking boy sheep walking up their hill,
Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at his handsome black wool.
His smile was so bright and warm, she fell deeply in love with that sheep.

Time had passed and both the black sheep, became close friends.
Oh how she loved him, and how she looked forward to each passing day until he came back to see her.
She thought of holding him, and kissing him,
she never knew of such feelings...
But she loved every minute of it!

The boy sheep asked her to go out with him,
and she never knew of such happiness and depth of love,
I'm free now...thank you!
She thought to herself every time she saw him, held him in her arms.

And as if knowing what was happening,
Little Bo-peep grew scared that was going to lose the little black sheep, to that boy sheep.
So she finally took noticed of the little black sheep from all those years of not even really seeing her, she was trying to win her back.
But to many years had passed and the little black sheep was kind to Bo-peep, but other then that....
The little black sheep took no notice to little Bo-peep, like Bo-peep had done to her all her life.
The little sheep found her love! Her peace! She never felt the pain she felt as a small lamb, never again.




A old poem I made a few years ago, hope you like it and mean something to you guys,
Hope to see everyones new entries soon.


Kim

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZxp8Bcn ... re=related
Us

Picture I made of everyone in the system: http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos- ... 7968_n.jpg

If you can't tell from left to right
Top: Kiddo, Chibi, Yohann
Middle: HIM and Luke
Bottom: Dante, Johnny, Jack

There's a method to my layout, haha.

@ MK91, I love your art! If only our Artist would re-appear; I've been wanting to draw my others for a long time!


I wrote this piece at....ten? Eleven, maybe? I recently found it after moving, and thought it made perfect sense. Perhaps someone else will feel the same. And please forgive any grammatical errors; I didn't want to change it in fear it would take away from the story/poem itself.


I always thought my life was like a mirror,
plagued to show me only what it
reflected.

I never thought I could be so scared in my
life. She was there, in my Place, staring
stolidly at me. Like I had done something
to her, but she didn't want me to know. She
just wanted revenge, or something. It was
so strange how she showed up out of the
blue, sometimes here, sometimes not. All
around us Autumn was abundant; brilliant reds
and yellows shown out to me like an amateur
painting. I should have felt marvelous
and awestruck, but I didn't. Because she was
there, staring at me.

I was alone with her, because my Place
was mostly used during Spring and Summer. Chilly
plastic slides were the only thing interesting
to play on. The swings had been taken down
earlier that day. Yet, there she stood, beneath
the slide shaped like a green elbow noodle.
She just stared at me. She wore the same clothes
I did; she even had the same red hair and green
eyes. When I looked at her, so close, all
I could feel was terror, and confusion, and guilt,
and rage, and chaos. Utter chaos. I was so
jittery.

Was she going to fight me? Was she going to
release me? What was she going to do with
me? I felt like a slave; struck by fear with only
a simple look. But this couldn't go on. I walked up
to her. She stayed beneath the slide, but looked as if
she was stomping the ground beneath her.
In her eyes, I could see a bit of terror too. Was she
afraid this would be the day I would rebel? Of course
she could probably tell I wasn't acting like usual. I
hated her so much in that instant, I don't think I could
have stopped myself from hitting her.

So, once I was near enough, I closed my eyes and
swung. I screamed, "Leave me ALONE!". With a
tremendous crash, I shoved my fist into her skull.
Before I hit her, I had cracked open my eyes and
I could have sworn I saw a peaceful, sad, almost regretful
smile on her thin lips. After that, her entire form crumbled
and pain pierced my fist. The sound of broken glass
met my ears and I had my wounded hand cradled
with the other.

I gazed at what remained of her. Nothing.
Nothing but a thin wooden board remained.
Something shiny caught my attention near my
feet, and there I saw what had been haunting me
my whole life. A shattered mirror. My own reflection
peered back at me a hundred times over. I saw
hundreds of happy girls in those shards. Happy and
free, unbound. Girls with the same hair, the same
eyes, and the same tilted smile.

Just a mirror. I sat, and cried.



This next one started out being about my daughter, and ended up being about myself.


I Am


A small wimper
grasps the attention of my
wandering thoughts.

You were sleeping peacefully
your soft face relaxed
and beautiful.

Now, your eyes are pinched,
your forehead wrinkled
in some kind of pain.

You lash out and scream.
I'm up, I'm here.
I'm terrified.

Your eyes are open and clouded
with these miserable tears.
You scream again.

There is betrayed trust in those
eyes. Betrayed? What did
I do?

I don't understand and can't
stop you. You're tearing me
apart.

Stop! Stop! I can't handle your
Pain! I can't stop your
Tears! Who am I?!

And then, you sleep.
Your body is relaxed with
your mind at ease.

And I am left grasping
for answers. Unsure, unsteady.
The tears flow.

I am Mom, I am Lina,
I am Angry, Scared, Confused.
I am Lost.

YES! I was trying to tap into our artistic side since I was feeling kind of blue and stressed the night I couldn't sleep, and look what came out of it! It's Sam! I kind of screwed up and came aware early though; normally our artistic person would have shaded or colored. Eve wants to go crazy with some crayons on it, but for now I'm leaving it as it is. It's our first drawing in over ten years!

I tried to get a decent picture in decent light, but the creeping blackness/light on the picture is pretty symbolic of Sam. To me, it looks as if Sam is listening to that darkness, angry as always (clenched fist), but the light is still trying to sway her. Poor girl is always in this swaying void.

http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv277/weareoceansaway/photo2-2-1.jpg
(The link is better quality, since I had to shrink the picture and it caused it to pixelate and look rough.)

Picture my best friend drew for me and the guys c:

http://oi41.tinypic.com/mt2mgj.jpg

Left to right: Shawna (me), Chibi, Kiddo, Yohann, Luke, HIM, Johnny, Jack, Dante