War of Nerves - Prologue by dave-llamaman, literature
Literature
War of Nerves - Prologue
They called it C-Day. Contact Day. The day that humanity learned it was not alone in the universe.
Most writers and futurologists had predicted that the human race would meet a benign intelligence, that excessive aggression would lead a species to extinction long before they could ever travel to the stars.
They were wrong.
Contact with an alien race began when a fleet of enormous steel bricks appeared in orbit, proceeding to detonate a series of high-energy fusion bombs in the upper atmosphere. At first, the leaders of the world were unsure why the new arrivals, if they had hostile intent, did not simply nuke major cities. In fact,
I had two, you know,
two competing Death Metal symphonies,
Two Constant Cacophonies,
CC I and CC II I used to call them,
'cus I couldn't be bothered to drag the whole name
out of my vocabulary.
CC I was me, my internal noise,
the hubbub of being alive,
The noise you have to accept,
as payment for the oxygen you
begrudgingly have to consume.
CC I also had another input,
The chalk that was my depression,
As it squeaked and screeched across
The Blackboard of my mind.
Long, Hate filled strokes,
Like those of an angry teacher.
and my soul would cringe and recoil,
like the naughty pupils who's
unforgivable transgression of some school rul
I Wish This Was Me ! by JediWarrior-II, literature
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I Wish This Was Me !
I wish this was me
The Artists has definitely caught my best side
I look strong, determined and rugged,
The image I want to advertise
If it was me I'd guiltily demote this masterpiece
to be my Official Portrait
In the Gallery of the Human Race
I'm glad the Artists imagination didn't
Pan around 180 degrees,
To see the fear in my eyes at the long road ahead
or the dissolved emotion as it runs down my cheeks
'cus of the longer road behind
The stream drips from my chin
and puts little moist black dots
on the dry, hot sandy ground
Before they evaporate away in the heat of the day
Soon forgotten by everyone, except me.
All of their locations a
The Downside Of A Good Day by JediWarrior-II, literature
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The Downside Of A Good Day
I'm sat here on the sofa,
HP Laptop on my lap,
fingers poised, waiting
to attack the keyboard with
legible, lamentable sadness.
Come on depression take me over
and advertise yourself.
Relish in how uncomfortable you
make people feel, Give me the words
to pull their heartstrings with.
I can't look in my
Dictionary of Depression
'Cus it's locked
until the next time
When it decides, it's fed up with me Smiling
or Wants to Stop these Audacious
Displays
of Happiness and Mirth.
That will be when it opens my dictionary
and turns my vocabulary into a Morose Stream,
Of Self-Pity and Anger.
Life today is not that Bad
But it doesn't like that,
so
Where does it go,
When it's not in me,
During those, quickly forgotten,
Golden moments of lucidity.
Does it invade another's life,
And put our moods in opposition.
As I revel in my new found direction
And being master of my own destiny.
Is some other wretched soul,
Pampering to it's every whym
Crying and failing on demand.
As it infests their very soul.
Does it keep tabs on me
So that every smile or laugh
Can be counter attacked
When it tires of the other
And returns to me.
Giving to them the golden moments
That I had.
Or is it just for me
And gets tired now and again.
And has to recoup it's strength.
The others have their own
Ups and downs
As I sit and watch,
The rhythmic convulsions of her sobbing
Rock her into a fitful, non-energizing sleep.
The tears still flow from her eyes as
She dreams about her nightmare that came true.
It was three years today, it's the anniversary of
Me trying to set her free,
But all I did was lock her into a loneliness
All of her very own.
And I thought it would give her
The peace she so badly needed.
Three years ago I sat looking at the rope,
knowing My Lynn wouldn't be back for hours yet,
I walked, rope in hand, up the stairs and then stood,
Looking for a sturdy place to fix my escape plan to.
I tied the rope to the joist over our bedroom do
now I see
a man emerges from the iron chrysalis
his skin solid diamond, glistening
like a star
he stands unwavering before me
though it’s hard to gauge the distance
so I strike
with such strength that quite easily
my bone breaks from within
that horrid smile
now I feel like a hot air balloon
and he alarms me as a needle, custom-made
my folly’s cure
unbearably pure, I fear myself reduced
the disease – am I supposed to be
a new drug
for me to serve in endless death
till life do us part
the star falls
and I am left alone
a drying flower in a field of night
where art thou?
The whistling current of air plucked Sarah’s focus off of her stifled breaths. Windy eddies played with her hair. Calming. She decided to deal with the mess later. Enjoy it now. Her shoulders scraped lightly against the wall, but for the first time this night, her mind floated up and away from her troubles.
“Hey! You got a phone?”
Sarah jolted. Her ankles wobbled like a fawn on ice, but she caught herself before her new acquaintances stepped into the light.
The first man approaching her pulled his hood up to shield his gaunt face against the breeze, squinting in the streetlight. He shivered as if the sweatshirt around his