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24 Hour Duty24 Hour Duty
I am sitting near
She watches me
Afraid that she'll be alone
But sickness is not death
It only diminishes strength
We will go on loving
She is my devoted 24 hour duty nurse
Taste of BrewTaste of Brew
Why do they call coffee 'brew'? Read this.
One late evening in August, when the sun began to set, and he had finished an assignment at his flat in the town limits of Arkham, Thomas Radcliffe the day clerk felt a bit worn out and headed out to the local cafe for a cup of coffee.
This writer should warn readers that coffee, anywhere but in Arkham and Salem, Massachusetts, and Providence, Rhode Island, is safe to drink. Thomas lived in Arkham. However he did not think very seriously about coffee anywhere in America.
Thomas wandered over to the cafe and sat at a table for two. The employee headed towards him and asked his order.
"Yes, sir, what'll you have?"
"Espresso with a punch of brown sugar."
The waiter returned to his post and informed the cook of the order. Several minutes later, hot espresso in a standard cup was set on Thomas's table. The waiter watched him lift the cup and asked about the taste. Thomas replied that it tasted rather bitter but he understo
The Wake of a Queen (Conclusion)The Wake of a Queen
Geoffrey remembered the advice Clifford Rogers had left with him and tried to adapt Nefertiti to her new environment. He soon discovered that Puabi's warnings were true and well-intended. Nefertiti was continuously capricious and quick-tempered as though she reigned over the new place like she reigned in Egypt.
Geoffrey endeavored to civilise her but he was constantly aware that she neither spoke fluent English nor understood modern civilized ways.
"Dear Nefertiti, you may rule in my house as you like, but my world no longer can support you. You must try to be a common woman."
"I am not common woman. I am queen."
"You were. I can help you here but not outside. Please listen to my words."
She condescended as best she could. They were a close couple for the term of one week. Then, about 2 hours after Geoffrey had returned from his duties, Nefertiti shrieked in mad agony. He rushed over to see her and echoed her screams with his. Nefertiti was slowly disinte
What is the Answer? (Love)What is the Answer? (Love)
When you feel sad or lonely,
You need someone to hear
When you feel ignored and one only
You need someone to be near
To tell you that you are wanted
Needed and important
When you feel the World is ending
And there seems no place to go
You should find the heart of someone
Whom you love and know
What is the answer to all these problems?
Love. Only love.
The Wake of a Queen page 1The Wake of a Queen
The demise of awakened Nefertiti
Long, long had Geoffrey Wilde desired to love a woman the way that Clifford Rogers had loved Puabi. Both of them had warned him about the risks involved. Clifford had emphasized the attention given to a woman's heart and soul, and the care of her body. He warned that lack of these would lead to the disintegration. Puabi echoed this sentiment.
"Geoffrey, it is true what we say. Any time that he is away and cannot remember me, I must surely return to my tomb. Think carefully."
"In such a case, Geoffrey," Clifford concluded with Puabi in mind,"I would hurry home to touch her. You know very well that I cannot let her die."
"Can you be sure to treat Nefertiti that way?"
"I surely will endeavor it."
"Go ahead but heed our warnings."
"I will, Cliff, fear nothing. And thank you."
The young couple returned home and proceeded to share their emotions as before, but they concealed anxiety for Geoffrey Wilde. Awakening a centuries-de
Like a FlameLike a Flame
As a flame burns high and low
And its heat differs in degrees
So our love is warm always
But changes from devotion to passion
And throughout all that
We stay together
Spring ForeverSpring Forever
Dictated by Puabi
When your ears hear birds sing
When the warm glow of the sun
Shines on you every day
When a cool fresh breeze touches your cheeks,
Plays with your hair
But most of all, when you awake
And look around you
And see him there
It is spring forever
In your heart
As the Candle BurnsAs the Candle Burns
From Lovecraft's "Whisperer in the Darkness"
He sat at his desk in the parlor
Pouring over a volume of lore
The author of which was not mentioned
As the candle he had lit burnt low
For a moment, he looked from the corner of an eye
At the shadows thrown on the wall
Then he saw something move among them
Creeping slowly towards his desk
His ears pricked nervously
A whisper issued in the darkness
It foretold of a future
Worse than what anyone could expect
"The Old Ones will be your future. I have come to start."
From Ulalume by Edgar Allen Poe
Far, far away
Where the eye cannot behold
There stretched a land of mystery
Now grown silent and old
Years ago when Bethmora was still young
The people danced, and sang and played
Life was good to all then
Nobody sighed in sorrow or dismay
One sullen night, a low wind blew in
Its air was hard and cold
So hard was it that not a soul would move
And it soon took its toll
By late December, hardly a soul was left upon the street
Those who felt it claimed they heard
A whisper, like the voice of Death
So until this time of which I spoke
Now Bethmora deserted lies
Creations Of The SoberA smirk crawls upon your face,
As the pretty bright blood leaks down your arm,
Part of you is whispering,
"what have I done..?"
But you can barely hear it over the demented laughter,
That is emerging from your throat.
Your whole body is shaking,
With fear or with excitement, still remains unknown,
You look down at the bodies around you,
Drowning within their own blood.
You clench your fist,
Digging your nails into your rough skin,
Until your royal blood starts to flow.
You begin to laugh louder,
Dragging your feet through the mixture of their blood,
You walk past them,
Leaving a murderous trail behind.
You simply pick up your weapon,
Licking off the remaining blood,
And tighten your grip around it,
Ready to attack,
Your best friend stands in the distance,
Eyes wide and mouth open,
He's too frightened to say a thing.
You flash a smile his way,
When you realize he's crying.
"T-Those w-were yo-ur f-friends.."
He trails off,
Silent tears rolling down his cheeks,
Jeff the KillerThere is a boy by the name of Jeff
Who likes to bring to others death.
His face is white like a snowy eve,
But no purity does his soul conceive.
His eyelids are missing for he burned them to black,
Black as his heart and his need to attack.
He'll forever smile with his carved in grin.
The only lifestyle he knows is sin.
His mind is frayed from insanity,
A concept that causes others to flee.
But he finds it beautiful and helps share his art
Of ripping his innocent victims apart.
He'll climb in your window in the dead of night.
There's no point in even trying to fight.
Hush now. No tears. Don't you dare make a peep.
It's time for you to go to sleep.
Home AloneSay something, I'm giving up on you.
I'm starting to believe every word was true.
I can hear the sound of the dial tone beeping
And I wonder if it's the sound of your lies sleeping.
The phone line is calling my nickname,
Asking me to scream in tune with its game.
I thought home was where I heard your heartbeat.
But this house is empty, desolate, bittersweet.
Don't say another word you don't mean,
For the poor paint caught envy, it's turning green.
Even the plaster is curdling with shame
At the sight of your face in a picture frame.
This house, it was ours, thick with false flowers.
I've been tearing up perfumed petals for hours.
This place is perfect for a funeral bride,
And I can attest that 'us' has died.
Just point to where I sign,
And I write it on the line of Divine.
Hush up before I stay here with you.
I need to find some oxygen, my soul is blue.
I'm not interested in dial tone morse.
You're past due on your bill of remorse.
Say nothing, I'm getting over you.
It's time I call up
Nothing MissingIf I said I missed you,
I'd be admitting that I breathed
On a time where seconds slipped free
When we were two halves wreathed.
But something can't be missed
If it never did exist.
That knife I will not twist
With my own remembering wrist.
There's nothing missing from my puzzle.
Those silent holes grow content
With the splatterart guzzle
I smear across the rent.
It's nice to live in a blindfold,
Carefully glued to be whole,
Listening to the tale I've told
Of well mannered dirt in a hole.
I leave no mossy stone turned,
For I need no compass to pave
The weary headstone of brave burned
On the chapped lips of your depraved grave.
Cliches in DeathRoses are red,
Sweet and more
Like the blood
Violets are blue,
Shaded like ice
Like the blood
sweet"revenge is a dish best served cold."
no, it's not.
revenge is a dish best served sweet.
only after they take the bait,
will they realize
that it was made of poison.
ITS NOT BLOOD ITS JUST THICK INK the nice sharpe tip touching the faded white skinned paper......
the click of metal as the point echoes....
stop the feather from moving as the ink clumps like blood cells to a cut..
the drop of ink to the paper so rhythmic
Now look what you have now words upon a paper
words upon a sheet
words carved with ink
words tourn into your flesh
what will they say of my words now
it seems my feather has lost its moment
it seems its lost it flow
it seems there is jo more ink to roll
*stab quill into mans eye*
Lines on Y'ha-NthleiLines
Far below the ocean's surface,
At the ocean's floor,
In a vast and uncharted region,
Where divers have never gone before;
Where the fish and sea animals shun;
Where the submarines do not wander;
There lies an antiquated city
Of awe and wonder.
In the corridors of that dark city,
Unseen and unheard by men,
The inhabitants sing praises
To Father Dagon and his mate;
Occasionally, they may come ashore.
Sources in the town of Innsmouth
Claim to have seen them then,
In the far corners of the town,
To establish an Order of devotion
And their reign on the world_
Alas! for-ever more.
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