Awakening
Tue, Aug 25, 2009
(Picture Courtesy: Vesper)
Welcome!
Welcome to
The Dungeons of death
Gasp
Don’t gasp
Save all your breath
Gloomy
You look gloomy
Frightened pale and dull
Worry
Don’t worry
I am just a talking skull
Bones
Just bones
That’s all that I am
Spirit
Spirit ghost
Or maybe son of Sam
Pray
You pray
But belief you lack
Look
Look around
But dare not look back
Shut
Shut not
Your mind nor your eyes
Truth
Truth I say
And some true lies
Careful
Be careful
And you might just last
Resist
Don’t resist
Give me what I ask
Life
What is life?
A shimmer, just a glam
Join
Join me
And my vast realm
Centuries
In centuries
Here, you are the first
Last
At last
Will go away my thirst
Come
Come closer
Its time for me to feed
Blood
Warm blood
That’s all I need
Blood
Ah, blood
Blood is all that I need.
hmm..back to vampire phase…Nice one…
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That’s what we need…
Cheers,
Paro
http://www.chirpyparo.blogspot.com
Hmm… Not exactly a vampire. I call him Skully – The talking skull.
I know…I know. I haven’t been blogging lately. Give me time off till Oct. end. Will be back on full throttle after my exams. Promise.
I love this! The repetitions are especially effective, and the poem didn’t go where I expected it to go — which is also good. I like how your speaker perceived all of the thoughts that would be going through the visitor’s mind.
Favorite lines:
Life
What is life?
A shimmer, just a glam.
Oh I love Skulls and bats and swords and dragons. Can’t have enough of them.
I’m glad it wasn’t too predictable for you (have been having those a lot lately)
Am glad you liked something in it.
How very appropriate! Blood is all that I need. I feel like saying “I love you” for writing this.
And I almost feel like saying “I love you” for writing that comment.
Bloody awesome, right? 
(Now Catherine would say am too flirty…
)
stunningly creepy!
Muchas gracias!
Like entering a haunted house. Or a cozy old horror film. Which suddenly is not cozy at all.
Very cool!
Thank you Jason!
I have long decided… I am gonna write my will in a spooky cryptic style before I die.
You’re the lawyer… I can do that, right?
Cheers, Dears!
I popped in to say hi- I’m packing house and moving and therefore not online as much as is my wont- and got treated to this delightful frisson of horror!
I LOVE the structure. Excellent concept. I also like the way it looks on the page, clean, austere. Seriously creepy.
Hope all is well in your corner of the planet!
XOXO
Laurel
Aye! All is well over here… for now!
I just shifted last week. But since I moved in to my big brother’s place. It was quite easy for me.
Loving the new big city life. A bit troublesome but fun.
Am glad you got spooked.
Thanks for stopping by.
This one gave me plenty of shivers, Aniket! I could so clearly hear that flattened, eerie voice of a skull who has both disdain, and lust, for our life.
You managed to fill this one with great contradictions, a dark personality and even humor. My favorite lines were the ones Karen pointed out. Even if it’s all just “a shimmer,” the blood is rich and warm. His awakening, our sleep…
Wonderful character and poem! Vesper did a great job inspiring you here. And her catacombs.
I liked writing in the voice of skully a lot too.
He and I can be best friends.
While writing this I thought, if I ever become a talking skull, how would I talk?
I’m sure, i’d like to scare people just for the heck of it.
Yup, Vesper did a great job on this pic. I so wish this was one of the writing prompts on CON.
So many ideas came to mind when I saw this pic.
I just realized there always more comments on poetry than fiction. I guess I have lotsa poet friends.
PS: Blame me for the slowness in the blogging wourld you say, han?
Jen and you were the ones who started this business in the first place. So don’t blame me.
Sorry I’m always late getting here Aniket. That’s the problem when I don’t get any notification that you’ve got a new post here. Must say, I miss your light-hearted posts on MoD – hope you don’t let that blog slowly die away!
I really liked the structure of this one, it’s eerie….I could clearly hear the dark voice coming out of the dungeon! I almost felt sorry for him and think I’d gladly have given him my blood.
I have an exam in mid Oct. I am preparing for. Hence, the absence lately.
I wont let MoD die. I’ll go full throttle from Oct. end. Promise.
Am thrilled by the response from this post. I love it when my poet friends are happy.
kinda scary.. was it your purpose to scare away your readers?
But I actually enjoyed reading this one! Good job!
Scare away the readers? No no! I don’t have any I’d wanna let go of. So no!
Am glad you liked something in it.
Normally, I hate all things horror but I really, really liked this. It so wants to be read out loud. (Which, you know, you could do and post!
)
I’m still getting used to this new format–I don’t quite know where to start when I get here! But that might be because I’ve been so bad about visiting. Promise to do better!! It really was a crazy, exhausting summer of nonstop visitors–literally sometimes someone would leave in the morning and another family would arrive that afternoon. I did NO writing. Not a sinlge word. And even with the google reader, I didn’t have time to keep up–mostly I just marked everything as read.
But you know if there had been any Nick and Jenny I would have come running.
I’ve been following you all over the blogosphere saying Hi to all. So I know almost all about your agony by now.
Relax and have a few of those chilled Mountain Dews. (Generally I suggest beer and cigar, but for you I’ll make an exception) I hope you keep your promises this time. Otherwise, Nick & Jenny are always there to save the day.
I am being a good girl and have, in my cowgirl mug, green tea. Aren’t you proud?? It looks like my beloved Mountain Dew but it sure as hell doesn’t taste like it.
The kids are back to school (but you know that already
) and just yesterday I pulled out all of my WIPs–so aside from designing my new kitchen I plan to plant my rear end in front of this computer and get to work. Which means that when I get stuck I will procrastinate by visiting blogs. Translation: The promise shall be kept. So can I put in a request?? More stuff like Wine Girl, less like that whole three year old in the basement thing. 
I would explain why the anole and geckos cohabitated, but I don’t come out looking good in that story…
And when the &*%$ are you getting married? I have my eye on a new gharara but the cost requires an actual event, not a hypothetical, maybe I’ll wear it someday kind of a thing.
Good to know you are sober and back in business.
I have an idea for a longish story. Dunno when will I get around to write it.
I figured you had something to do with the poor anole’s misfortune.
Marriage is so not in my mind right now. In all possibilty my brother will get married this year.
You are most certainly invited to come and try out your ghagra at the bog-fat-gujju-wedding.
I at least have 3 more years to go.
Have no clue what career path to choose right now. As am not happy doing what am doing.
And if I don’t make a change now, it’ll be too late to shift later.
So you see, big decisions are to be made soon.
First of all, as a lawyer, I have to point out that at times there is a distinction between acting (say, to cause an anole’s misfortune) and merely failing to act (say, failing to remove the anole). Of course, then we get down to foreseeability and the whole part where I don’t look good, so I’ll end it there.
Yay Aniket’s brother! I wish him all happiness!
I’m sorry you don’t like what you’re doing now–I know that feeling. My first job out of law school was at a NYC firm working for an OLD man who was still pretty upset at whoever decided to let women become lawyers. So that was a lot of fun. BUT where there is discontent there is opporuntity–AND a way to combine my hope for your US wedding with your job woes. Why not apply for a job in the U.S.?? A little paperwork, an H-1B visa, a long plane ride and here you are. Problem(s) solved.
Object to as imcompetant, irrelavant and immaterial to the court!!!
And H1VISA is not an easy deal if its not supported by your firm. Also, ol’ friend Obama has made it much more difficult to get a job there. Frankly, I don’t blame him too. Desperate times…
I already have a B1 visa and if I play my cards right, I might get a L1 soon.
Hopefully many strings will be untangled in the next couple of months and I’ll have some clarity as to what am supposed to do.
Right now, I so want to go on a cross country bike ride.
Fantastic rhythm here, Aniket! It makes this poem dark and chilling, and gives it the feel of impending fate. Something none of us can escape…
Very well done!
Its a great boost to get your praise. Me, very happie!
A chilling awakening, you. The repetition adds to the atmosphere of such.
Thank you, you!
I wish I had the same flair in poetry as you. Can’t have it all now, can we?
Sugoi Sugoi
Arigatho gozaimas Kenpachi-sama!