From: Nightsinger Subject: Poems Date: Tue, 17 Jun 1997 17:31:59 -0400 (EDT) Hi guys, here's my latest offering, a batch of poetry. Tell me what you think! the grey is a poem i thought of that was kind of ivanova the grey by jen mcelroy harsh light shines where i stand alone one day i'll slip onetwothreefour mommy daddy brother five six seven eight jeffjohntaliamikedelennmarcus-- gone don't know why i think i am a curse never told you i loved you and you, my friends yet i have nothing to say until i'm alone alone in winter in dark days of long nights and you'll never know that you were my life the only ones who cared i am the winter tree with frosty leaves no green alone all the brown leaves on the ground monuments to the slain and shadows dancing on far hills away from m even i as i dance i scare shadows and the dark i am the grey ----------------- this one has to do with the shadow war i was just thinking what it must be like to know that so many had died and you had caused/done nothing/could do nothing about it the slain by jen mcelroy empty the faces of the slain on a dozen worlds nothing done no blood on our hands but blood that stains only our souls for what we could not do too soon too late icy tears shed to wash ashes from the ruins of acid eaten demolished cities whole planets gone like sand castles on the shore when a wave comes up and melts them away no one but the children care of the castle but even they leave it behind suns grow dim and harshly red something to play cosmic wuffle-ball with no cares for the men women children in the middle three sides three edges all wrong and there's but one echo the fading scream of the dead resonates between the vacuum of stars ----------------- i never did see this particular episode with the markab but a friend described these scenes to me and this is what came out. hope ya' like it. isolation block by jen mcelroy isolation block cold sterile white the color of dead bodies drained of blood chilling and i step in to do what i may for the pure who think they will not die and i tremble will i die with them? flurry of activity heartbeats and blood rush cold hands quickly moving touching chilled bodies my hands are pale and numb don't want to feel the dead what can i do for the living? one by one they close their eyes forever and there is nothing to be done but weep for the fallen, the dead arranged in a circle where they lay believing they would stand would live and fly again but like the fly that lives but hours only twenty-four the dead for whom we weep they shall not rise taking their stiff and pallid empty bodies only to the morgue no family to consult with burial or cremation and after all the dead lay in silent sobbing repose suddenly the door opens too late and three enter shock a smear on their faces i step towards them afraid to cry afraid not to they leave me behind with this grim man who offers me haven in his arms i accept but all i can do is weep icy tears with which to wash the ashes from my soul -------------- this one is pretty easy to figure out... the jump, of course untitled by jen mcelroy if you fall i will catch you i said never meant for you to jump fall down endless darkness jagged rocks spill out orange fire above falling the only salvation i hold you hold out my hands if you fall i will catch you hold on . . . . all poems (c) Copyright 1997 by Jen McElroy jen see, i been busy..... =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= + lock your doors, take your prozac, + + tomorrow i will conquer the world + =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= + "But why waste good chocolate? + + Besides, he was kinda cute." + =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= + nightsinger jen cRazY jEn + + satai writer of fanfic + =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= + I BRAKE FOR GREEN DRAZI + + HUG A GROPO + =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=