Miscellaneous

Posted on 4:06 PM by Miss Euphoria Jade Oyatz | 2 comments

These are drafts I've had since forever but somehow never been able to finish, but I guess reading them now, they seem to have somehow finished themselves. So, since none of them were big enough to post up on their own I decided to put them all together.... I think it makes an interesting read... I think. Personally my favourite is the second piece, when you leave something long enough and come back to it, you read it as something new and its great to see how you can take yourself back to that place in time.






He was waiting for me in the dark. he sat on the chair by my bed...just waiting....he had smelt my sheets and night dress before. I had no idea what else he had smelt. I walked in dropped mybag by the door. I could  sense him before my hand found the switch...strong finger on the soft of my palm stopping me from flicking the switch on. A hold on my waist...not fingers this time but hands. a forceful pull and we're back to chest,dangerously close. I'm scarred but I can not get my heart beat to pick up pace


                                                           ******


Souls slip away from the fingers of the earth and theres nothing it can do bout it...its responsibility was to look after them but they are slipping through...it now sits in misery while mother nature goes bout her thrashing...death screams are murderous and loud but she doesn't hear them. too much Pleasure in the havoc she is causing....souls too tiny and insignificant take their sentences on their knees,hands together and heads bowed,praying..pleas help Haiti


Mangled body parts lay askew everywhere,this place should be deserted but it isn't.it is occupied with the dead and the living know better than to interfere
Unheard screams are embodied in the lifeless....gloom paints a lovely picture where everythin lifeless has a character.Gloom knows no discrimination.
The tune of faded heart beats rock these lost souls to sleep.there is no caretaker for these ones,each remain on d memory of what was.... Please help Haiti

                                                       ******
The satisfaction that comes from our tumbling game is bearable. Each body part entwined in the other, yet heart and souls couldn't be any more detached. Activity engaged in only to feel.... both know that when the tumbling ends, things will be as they were. two minds secretly wishing to be as connected as their limbs and arms, two minds knowing the possibility is barely feasible, but hope lingers on the outline. So, during the tumbling, bodies say things that the mind and heart will never say. Fingers touch like the eyes that will never be locked in a gaze overflowing with the silent promises. lips kiss like words that will never be said..... but unfortunately can not penetrate any further than the skins surface. The tumbling game may seem almost comical, but it participants beg to differ, it is a language for the mute with voices....




2 comments:

Unknown said...

Where the heaven did you fall out of?
These are really good
I wish i could write like this
but right now i am blank out of choice because i don't want to write my feelings...


Amazing!

Miss Euphoria Jade Oyatz said...

hey hun! Wow! thank u soooo much for the comment! Was having a really shit day till I saw your comment....feeling a lot better. I write because I can not contain my feelings, sometimes it comes out as art other times it doesn't but I still do it. Let it out and surprise yourself hun! thanks again, you just made my day....xxxx