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Restless by Oh-Lather, literature

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Restless

As we sailed down streams foamy with malice thrown back and cast forward by righteous gales cracking their paws against our skulls, we grasped for comfort and filled our fists with naked despair. As the ship went circling with no anchor or ballast, not a smile nor a frown grazed our callused mouths which thirsted for mercy, but drank justice. And naught filled the air but snaps and screams, shivers and moans, as broke the brittle bones of the undeparted, who 'til now dwelled not among the dead, but dying. No release of sleep would come and t'wards reprieve could help no cries when from their cove then would rise the so

Message in a bottle by Oh-Lather, literature

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Message in a bottle

stains of darkest velvet engulfing the borderless white; woes of an ailing heart scattered in the mercy of a merciless wind; a promise to hasten the metally mellow mists of oblivion. fly, fly, temperless dove and feasting crow alike, beyond shifting sands of compassion maimed, so my word

Fall by Oh-Lather, literature

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Fall

Through cold, dreary nights, a starry world gleamed bright with Eager anticipation. Misty streets full but blank, the minds of men richly stank A looming essence of crow. 'n endless howl tearing through the ears, lonely, frightened tears in the eye of the storm, A creature ever present but void of form, tearing up the insides of the world. An upward reach, a weakly tremor, an elegy rasp, An aimless grasp, surrendering clamor: "Hope is forlorn!" Would this never cease, perchance a flicker, a gleam at peace, a ray of hope giving way for mouse and ape to cope?! Mercy PLEASE, and if not that, Defiant grit, then, and freedom

Winterfair Gift by Oh-Lather, literature

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Winterfair Gift

I love the winter. Very often, it can be cold and unforgiving, yet with every curse, there comes a rare, hidden gift, one not to be forgot. I love the winter, for it makes me appreciate warmth all the more. So, with light, feathery joy, let forged word and verse be an eternal reminder, a sigil standing its ground as testament to my word and oath to be who I was destined to be. I love the winter, its solemn halls of cold, wishless silence which sharpen my mind, soothe my soul and make bloom my heart. I love the winter.

Ballad of Scotch Urban by Oh-Lather, literature

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Ballad of Scotch Urban

Oh, truly, what a sorrowful sight, a man so addled, so coated with fright. His white hair upwards, face down he lies, all 'f the world deaf to his silent lil' cries. 'tis the way of the world, many will say, yet for a different one all of us pray. Far from innocent, yet far from guilty, no better than the scoundrel, not nearly as filthy. A look to the left, a look to the right, we simply pace elsewhere with all of our might. 'tis the way of the world, many will say, yet for a different one all of us pray. A little sigh here, good men do naught, a bigger cry there, no bad men are caught.

Perfection Unattainable by Oh-Lather, literature

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Perfection Unattainable

While cars and people hurry and all's a blurry, you do not fear a thing. Surrounded by noise and anguish and pain, you have nothing to lose or gain, you simply are. While we can never be clean your whiteness, perpetually serene, endures forever. You fall so gently, perfection untethered reminding me always, of my own fetters. Fuck you, snow, you pompous little bitch.

Misfortune of Senses Awake by Oh-Lather, literature

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Misfortune of Senses Awake

my sheets are sweaty, my mind is sore some days i'm able to conquer the world, but a howling gale of strength untold strikes me, breaks me, i cry out and fold i am not bold, these are times of torment, pacing with desire for shelter from the cold but alas, only into the blinding fire, into world's imprisoning mold, where the soul is rent and all our backs are bent, and the scent of quiet desperation lingers forever.

Remembrance by Oh-Lather, literature

A Farewell to Majesty by Oh-Lather, literature

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Restless by Oh-Lather, literature

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Restless

Message in a bottle by Oh-Lather, literature

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Message in a bottle

Fall by Oh-Lather, literature

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Fall

Winterfair Gift by Oh-Lather, literature

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Winterfair Gift

Ballad of Scotch Urban by Oh-Lather, literature

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Ballad of Scotch Urban

Perfection Unattainable by Oh-Lather, literature

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Perfection Unattainable

Misfortune of Senses Awake by Oh-Lather, literature

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Misfortune of Senses Awake

Remembrance by Oh-Lather, literature

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Swallowtail Skies by Solarune, literature

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Swallowtail Skies

Cherries are secret smiles lipsticked on their leaf cushions – round red worlds in the childhood of an ant. Wet eye-stones bed rivers; charmed by fish shimmer-tails and weed whispers. If I dream – of swallowtail skies, while your ocean words swim at me all I see is shapes of sound gentle to fit the day. Nature is a pulse or honey. I am a beekeeper of patterns; the ones traced from fingertips to wet sand. Lighten your smile so it is not lip-rocks lifted easily; but forgotten. I am a gardener of dreams where your feet are mist; sea-spray dancers. Of children's laughter poster-painted in

Stealing Kisses by Eldritch-Fox, literature

Haima by aurora333, literature

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Haima

I. Your blood is my innocence Crimson stained hands embrace the lamb- seize the prince Liquid love runs down the tree, Guilelessness marred for you and me No greater gift, so fine a plan, AGAPE in flesh to cede for man Known and healed before your throne Purchased, cleansed and called your own. Kiss of fire on my mouth consume my lungs, light throughout Wash of death and life divine: ZOE you are mine II. Your blood is my innocence Waves of brilliant red wash over the contours of my soul revealing blameless white. The wooly white took the knife and bled scarlet for my sake. I kneel before you now, lips to sacred feet, to shed

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About Oh-Lather

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Nov 18, 1991
Croatia
Deviant for 13 years
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*I am a thousand men all struggling to burst out and achieve a thousand goals each,
all of them weighing at their backs, all at the same time, creating a perplexing
complex multitude of exponential burden
which ultimately causes the paralysis of all my hopes and dreams.

A single cell of an organism requires fewer directions at a time, or it shall fall into a
thousand pieces.

The problem with today's world is that everyone and every cell is ultimately alone and lacks the strength
to achieve all they are destined to achieve.

We must stop living solely through ourselves, beat our selfish and self-imposed personalities, live through
our own minds, bodies and souls as well as those of others. Then and only then will man and men
finally fulfill their unified destiny, we'll call quits on this foul charade, be happy and peace will reign
an eternity.

*Haha, kidding, I'm just a big phony.

Current Residence: Croatia
Favourite genre of music: Psychedelic Rock
Personal Quote: Right is what you make it out to be.

Favourite Movies

Gattaca, Donnie Darko, Mr. Nobody, etc.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Black Mountain, Mumford & Sons, Pearl Jam, Jakob, Mogwai

Favourite Writers

Lois McMaster Bujold, Charles Bukowski, Chuck Palahniuk, Herman Hesse, Dostoyevsky

Favourite Games

Freelancer, Morrowind

Other Interests

Poetry, prose, film, guitar, art in general, science, music, writing, sports...

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beeswingblue

Dec 30, 2010

Thanks so much for the fave.

You earned it.

oh... sorry... I'm just waiting for you to react on my message... clever eh? XDD

yeah, I read your message and I'm currently reading your works. Sorry...

Anyway, I'm looking forward in working with you, too. ^__^
So far all I can say is that your works are so intriguing and I'm actually feeling every situation you're describing. Your descriptions are so vivid...

I'll be giving more comments... so far I wanna ask you these things: What do you usually do in order for you to get inspired? What kind of situation makes you creative?

Oh-Lather

Dec 28, 2010

Hey, nothing to apologize for there, don't be sorry about anything.

Thanks for complimenting my work, it means a lot to me that there are people that don't think it's utter crap. xD

Anyways, what do I do? Well, nothing in particular, really. Maybe I read something that intrigues me and makes me think about some issues and stuff, sometimes I just get in a mood for writing and words pour out, sometimes while I'm heavily procrastinating (lazy college student), I like to think about various things and then I try to convert those thoughts into words, and the BEST of all is when something happens to me or when I witness an event that inspires me enough that I want to write in tribute to it.

For example, Ballad of Scotch Urban (a poem that still needs a lot of improvement) is one such thing. Wrote it in about half an hour quite late one weird night.

But mostly, I don't have a formula or anything. There's all sorts of situations that help inspire me and I think that everyone can have a different sort of... poetic catalyst, or whatever you want to call it. What I do know, however, is that it is a very rare occasion that I'll think "Hmm, I'm bored, I could write something" and actually write anything worthwile. Writing poetry isn't the same thing as chopping wood.

Oh and, sorry for the long-winded response, I seem to have gone a bit overboard with my monologue. xD

hi...

A girl of few words, eh?

Hi as well! I've already posted something on your profile in reply to what angelwings posted, so in case you missed that, I'm reminding you now.