I do not really know, what this word means. Actually, I had to look it up in a dictionary. But as there is no time for that (seconds are wearing away), I’m just typing this stuff so that I have at least something on the screen.
DerKirsche
something trees cannot grow, something the wind cannot blow, something, something that only we can feel. it’s this. this, you, me, us that doesn’t make sense biologically, logically, what about physically? the hormones, is it the impulses of chemicals running through our bodies, because I can’t deny chemistry exists! but is that enough? I know it’s more, it is more than that. what, the spiritual? the divine? we’re only human but there’s more, because I can’t explain what brings two people to the culmination of euphoria and love, it’s love, so great and so deep within us, not mental, not psychological, but more, more. that’s all it is, it’s something more and I swear it’s heavensent.
the dark lodge was a place full of creepy ass weirdo’s, like black magicians from the dark lodges. I felt uncomfy there, it was filled with stuffed animal heads and dead babies, so I pulled forth my blade and roared at the darkness. But the dead babies rose from there stupor, charging at my feet, clambering along my body. There tiny hands clawed and scratched
Billy
Something’s lodged in my heart
I can’t feel
Can’t breathe
Can’t speak
Perfect
She’s coming
I hear her
But do I run?
Do I hide?
No. This time I’m standing up for myself.
I stand proud
Labret glinting
Head held high
And then…
I’m on the floor
Dazed
My head hurts
How did I get here?
Did she…she hit me!
In shock
Reeling
My mouth is bleeding
Are you happy now?
Please
I’m done
Just leave me be
I flee
Lock the door
Clutch my cure
Hold it to my throat
Wonder
Is this it?
Am I going to do it?
No.
I can’t.
But…
I will.
One clean slice and it’s done.
A nice mess for them to clean up too
Screaming in pain
Clawing at myself
Oh, God, why won’t this end?
Please, someone, help me!
I try to speak
I try to breathe
No air
No voice
Too slow
Burst open the door
Run
But – the stairs!
SHIT.
The prognosis:
One broken arm
One sprained ankle
A scar on my throat
And another failed suicide
Lucky to be alive?
Yeah. I bet.
I failed again
Why can’t I die?
He posted his grievance with a slight smile
one corner of his face twisted up and out
no amount of second thoughts, indecision
rewrites and revisions
could change the addled brain and bitten heart
behind the bile left on the cartridge paper
It is night fall. I have fallen into a ditch. I can only hope the lodge is close. I’m cold and am afraid of the night forthcoming.
Roberto
When I went camping I stayed in a forest with a beautiful wooden lodge. Inside animal heads were displayed on the wall. A fire was blazing in the fireplace. I could smell hot cocoa. I could see the snowflakes dropping ever so lightly. I grabbed the nearest warm blanket with soft fur. I curled up in the corner of the overstuffed chair nearest the fireplace. I cracked opened my book and found my page.
Kate
I couldn’t figure out what it all meant, just that I had created some sort of lodge for all the pent up aggression I couldn’t release any other way. So it stayed inside the logged in room sitting next to a crackling fire, drowning everything in hot cocoa and rum.
relaxation, pleasure, fun, joy, friends, love, peace, connection with nature, freedom, feeling of excitement, nature, oneness, great energy
Stefanie
We drove up on New Hampshire, in the snow and the dark in the middle of the night. We cuddled in the cabin by the fire with blankets and drank hot chocolate with marshmallows,
I do not really know, what this word means. Actually, I had to look it up in a dictionary. But as there is no time for that (seconds are wearing away), I’m just typing this stuff so that I have at least something on the screen.
something trees cannot grow, something the wind cannot blow, something, something that only we can feel. it’s this. this, you, me, us that doesn’t make sense biologically, logically, what about physically? the hormones, is it the impulses of chemicals running through our bodies, because I can’t deny chemistry exists! but is that enough? I know it’s more, it is more than that. what, the spiritual? the divine? we’re only human but there’s more, because I can’t explain what brings two people to the culmination of euphoria and love, it’s love, so great and so deep within us, not mental, not psychological, but more, more. that’s all it is, it’s something more and I swear it’s heavensent.
the dark lodge was a place full of creepy ass weirdo’s, like black magicians from the dark lodges. I felt uncomfy there, it was filled with stuffed animal heads and dead babies, so I pulled forth my blade and roared at the darkness. But the dead babies rose from there stupor, charging at my feet, clambering along my body. There tiny hands clawed and scratched
Something’s lodged in my heart
I can’t feel
Can’t breathe
Can’t speak
Perfect
She’s coming
I hear her
But do I run?
Do I hide?
No. This time I’m standing up for myself.
I stand proud
Labret glinting
Head held high
And then…
I’m on the floor
Dazed
My head hurts
How did I get here?
Did she…she hit me!
In shock
Reeling
My mouth is bleeding
Are you happy now?
Please
I’m done
Just leave me be
I flee
Lock the door
Clutch my cure
Hold it to my throat
Wonder
Is this it?
Am I going to do it?
No.
I can’t.
But…
I will.
One clean slice and it’s done.
A nice mess for them to clean up too
Screaming in pain
Clawing at myself
Oh, God, why won’t this end?
Please, someone, help me!
I try to speak
I try to breathe
No air
No voice
Too slow
Burst open the door
Run
But – the stairs!
SHIT.
The prognosis:
One broken arm
One sprained ankle
A scar on my throat
And another failed suicide
Lucky to be alive?
Yeah. I bet.
I failed again
Why can’t I die?
lodge is a place where you lodge.
He posted his grievance with a slight smile
one corner of his face twisted up and out
no amount of second thoughts, indecision
rewrites and revisions
could change the addled brain and bitten heart
behind the bile left on the cartridge paper
i returned eight years later
and everything lay broken,
smouldering
chickens wandered from my larder
strange cats hissed at
a pony with one eye
those that suited me in armour
now held the whip hand
‘things have changed’
how long had i been gone?
how does the hand
unlearn to grip the hilt
it held in sleep
and death
you embrace someone i resemble
the faces and fires were one dark blur
but i expected to feel
every flashing blade
war is no more dangerous
than childbirth
the school yard
the family home
the marriage bed
but i did not defy death
to come home
and be crippled by life
It is night fall. I have fallen into a ditch. I can only hope the lodge is close. I’m cold and am afraid of the night forthcoming.
When I went camping I stayed in a forest with a beautiful wooden lodge. Inside animal heads were displayed on the wall. A fire was blazing in the fireplace. I could smell hot cocoa. I could see the snowflakes dropping ever so lightly. I grabbed the nearest warm blanket with soft fur. I curled up in the corner of the overstuffed chair nearest the fireplace. I cracked opened my book and found my page.
I couldn’t figure out what it all meant, just that I had created some sort of lodge for all the pent up aggression I couldn’t release any other way. So it stayed inside the logged in room sitting next to a crackling fire, drowning everything in hot cocoa and rum.
relaxation, pleasure, fun, joy, friends, love, peace, connection with nature, freedom, feeling of excitement, nature, oneness, great energy
We drove up on New Hampshire, in the snow and the dark in the middle of the night. We cuddled in the cabin by the fire with blankets and drank hot chocolate with marshmallows,
5/24/12
I do not know what that is.
A loage is a place where some people go when they have no lives and everyone hates them.
”I belong to a lodge” a lodge is a club or a place in a hotel you hang out at lodges and at the one i belong to you play games and adults drink.