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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 16 2009, 08:52 PM (700 Views) | |
| AzureHorizon | Dec 16 2009, 08:52 PM Post #1 |
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Kish Fic Laureate
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A/N: Random idea born from some recent events in both Whiskey and Rhomby's works, and I know it won't get the attention or love that their works get (I think it's because they actually enjoy including fluff ;_;). I don't think I write as well as either of them do, but I might as well keep having at it. Success comes from perseverance, I suppose. This is a poem, not a ficlet, because I wanted to match rhomby's latest visceral piece with something... maybe moreso? Angst following. Hidden Trinity The days are long gone, the battles have long past. Oh how I miss the times; the drama and the lies were my sustenance they dug sharp knives into my heart tore out the ventricles and dragged them across the floor. The blood and mess of our relationship nothing more than iron and oxygen spilt Need me to clean up your mess? Fuck you. I'd see you down the hall and you'd look Those eyes looking to ravage me Your groins aching to feel me again All that lust and all that desire Would be gone in an instant replaced with disgust and hatred Sick, perverted, wrong. Words that masked your true intent You lived in a masquerade ball And I was another face with a mask Fuck the frat life Fuck the secrets and your insecurities Yeah, your mom walked in? So what? You told me that would be fine. You told me that hurdle would pass. But it didn't. It never did. It was a Sisyphean task that you would never, ever accomplish And at the same time I was your Tantalus The fruit you wanted to devour and suckle from Down the seed like ambrosia Pretend that you love me so you can feel me on your lips In your arms Around your dick I couldn't help but feel that it was never just us We were not two lovers bound to each other In some 'perverted' holy matrimony There was always someone else. And I knew who that was. I fell in love with the Oliver who showed his love And I had intense jealousy for the other side The insecurity, the shame, the devil who played his songs in your head Who came out when your vice, your beer, your liquor Swam backstrokes through your bloodstream He was our third lover The part of you you couldn't let go The part engendered by crippling fear By your fucked up morals and utter devotion, a sick devotion that never once gave you peace only gave you poison. And when the wolves of the night licked at the back of your neck breathed along the side of your chin you'd run scared from my bed and find yourself just as alone as you've always been. So no, Oliver Fish I love you and I hate you and I love you But I still hate you I still hate what you were What you are. What you will be. But I... I want to take a gun and blow the brains out of that third lover I want to take you back without the noose so tight Without the baggage so heavy Without the fear that castigated you I want only you, as much as I hate you. Edited by AzureHorizon, Dec 16 2009, 08:53 PM.
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| appleridge | Dec 16 2009, 08:54 PM Post #2 |
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That Was Amazing |
| rhombus | Dec 16 2009, 09:18 PM Post #3 |
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Let us frankly discuss the mad hot sex we're about to have.
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I love how unconstrained this is. I guess that's the beauty of poetry, isn't it? It doesn't have to conform to... anything. I've never been able to write it, so I envy your skills. ANGST!!! I love angst soo soo much! And you write just as well if not better than I do, so stop with that. :grin: (Way, way better.)
This part has me mesmerized. Edited by rhombus, Dec 16 2009, 09:20 PM.
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| WhiskeyTangoFoxtrot | Dec 16 2009, 09:25 PM Post #4 |
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The Whore of Babylon
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Oh, between Azzy H.... sorry, just had to... and rhomby's works today, I'm wallowing in Teh Angst. This was raw, and absolutely what I imagine The Aftermath would be, how Kyle would view it if he thought in terms of poetry. I really loved how you captured Oliver's dual side, like the third part in their college relationship. That makes total sense. And believe me, I envy, freakin' envy someone who can write a poem like this. This is powerful stuff. So, yes, seconding rhomby's "stop that!" I just love that Show and Kish are giving us some talented fans, people who write poems and stories about our boys. *squees excitedly* |
| smuchshypush | Dec 16 2009, 10:32 PM Post #5 |
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Oh, hush. You each have your own style and they're all awesome. You always have such intense, precise imagery; I can always tell when I'm reading an AH piece. Very powerful. Keep it up! |
| Nukester | Dec 16 2009, 10:48 PM Post #6 |
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ummmm, anger management? No offense, but there's MORE than raw emotion in your poetry. I hope you realize this is praise. That you can paint those feelings in words is unbelieveable, laudible. But Nukester is too empathetic for such angst. He cries. It would be help if you counterballanced with a lymeric. Love you / hate you Oliver Fish You're all that I want, all that I wish. But that you're not gay is what you must pray Proves to me, that I'm not your man dish. but I am, you idiot! Edited by Nukester, Dec 16 2009, 10:49 PM.
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| AzureHorizon | Dec 16 2009, 10:59 PM Post #7 |
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Kish Fic Laureate
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Thanks :) I try my best... you should read the stuff I write when I'm so emotional that it is only cathartic to write... that stuff is freakin' powerful |
| smuchshypush | Dec 16 2009, 11:36 PM Post #8 |
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You get even darker? Who hurt you, baby? :smooch: :grin: |
| AzureHorizon | Dec 16 2009, 11:38 PM Post #9 |
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Kish Fic Laureate
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My dad died in September |
| smuchshypush | Dec 16 2009, 11:43 PM Post #10 |
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Oh hun I'm so sorry :((( Ignore my last post, I was only teasing. I'm so glad writing gives you an outlet. *a million hugs* |
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