Challenge # 80: Continuum

[pixiesfanyo]

Continuum
pl. continua (-tny-) or continuums

A continuous extent, succession, or whole, no part of which can be distinguished from neighboring parts except by arbitrary division.

Mathematics.
A set having the same number of points as all the real numbers in an interval.
The set of all real numbers.

er.. Yeah bitches.

People aren't able to enter. You know who you are.

Have fun guys

[jurialmunkey]

*Signs self up for entry into challenge.*
/also loves Frances the Mute

A parade of alter-ego's / Child-like cut paper clippings / Fading away the older they grow... - Grrrr!! Can't write. Will try again later.

My 'Try again later':




Old People’s Home..
© 2004 Cooper Beilby

We’ll sit for hours staring at graveyard walls.
The beating of my heart stops again.
A fractal mandate of these old monarchs.
Glazed over eyelids are fighting the controls.

White flowers grow in the winter
Tyrants with scepters, blow for blow.
Covered in snow I can’t move my...
Mature scarecrow, shrouded with mist.

The funeral marches.
Watch them turn to old gulls.
Bickering amongst crumbs,
And old flecks of dust.
A continuum marches.
Hear them grow old and dull.
Bickering amongst crumbs,
And external rust.

We’ll cut their powers starring in funeral homes,
The beating of my heart stops again.
A withered band-aid covering their grazes.
Raising their eyelids as another of them goes.

White flowers grow in the winter
Tyrants with scepters, blow for blow.
Covered in snow I can’t move my...
Mature scarecrow, shrouded with mist.

[A_Perfect_Sonnet]

im gonna be gone and wont be able to vote for this thread

/pulls out at last second

[RunAmokRampant]

hmmm interesting word. Im up for the challenge

Adam(n)'s Apple

Your reincarnation doesn't pay tribute to its former displays
Of what it should've been
Today
In this modern day
Time and age carve out new moulds and create new fillings
Life now takes a different kind of battery

You've come too far forward in this generation
I point to the dim light in the deepest corner

There's your faith, tucked away for no one to see
The ignorant cease to wear blindfolds and continue to compose wry excuses
Because the point has become so blunt
That its presence has all become mush
When beliefs suffer from malnutrition will chaos erupt?
The stream will stop flowing from the pollution that oozes
From cracked pipes of our very foundation
Clogged from our blackest arteries

I smile at the recognition
You're the only one with a halo on your head
Mine has fallen around my neck and has begun to choke
Eyes downcast I ask
Is this the deicide that we've caused?
A continuum has slowly unfolded
Bearing poisonous bitter fruit
I see you leave
Guarding your faith so close to your heart
Adam ate that apple
Just a mirrored reflection
Of the masses
Shall I use my halo
As a noose?

You've come too far forward in this generation
I point to the dim light in the deepest corner
Look back and see
We all became lost in the forest,
So we cut down all of the trees
So save yourself the time with offering us your rapture
The light we have lost
We cannot capture

[atremore]

REND
Swallowed by transient white vessel
through no orifice passed
There stand menhirs three in the damp and shapeless throat

A dark pyre of lost will
undigested by dull brightness
A complexion oft mistaken for southern stormclouds

Wind weathered thrones for the seating of none
Except in the appirations of a senile king
Beneath the misty drapes, there is only ash
A shadow of the grass once living

Red consumed, now mere ashes in white purgatory
Continuum develops at the feet of the three
Static, watching the world conjur its fall
They take time to lament the dying embers

I seriously am going to start banning you morons if you don't stop posting replies in this thread.

[my final chapter]

The Vines Were Strangling The Trees

The vines were strangling the trees who wished their fate upon me.
I could feel their eyes glaring.
Please don't leave me here.
The moss acted like a blindfold, but I could still feel them staring
like an omniscient demon,
hell-bent on destroying me.

And I could hear the sound of guns as your rubber soles hit soil.
I hoped that bullet was coming for me,
to take me away from this place.
I knew it wasn't.

Thankfully, I was wrong.

And then she was the statue in the middle of the park,
right outside of the branches reach.
I was the nervous character standing there,
admiring.

Her stone eyes shone with such heat they melted me.
Hand-in-hand on the beach, I liquefied and floated out to sea.
Out into that continuum of opaline blue,
Whose hue was only matched by her eyes,
Whose tide was heading away from the shore where she was standing,
contently,
waving goodbye.

And I could never admit how vulnerable I felt
as she sang out to me angelically,
And I could never admit how vulnerable I felt
as I started understanding what she was saying;
there were only so many times she could save me.

Ish Kerioth, The En Passant Detractor

Set onto black from barren white
To snare a savior's wretched scribblings.
He waits,
Shadowing his every step,
Holding fast with baited breath,
Entwined in his hook, line, and sinker.

With trenchcoat smiles and empty lies,
He ventured out from Kerioth
To Babylon.
With careful chapped and stalking hands,
Past metal fields and asphalt lands,
Revelling in selling secrets.

Charred smokestacks of stone and ash
Will watch the sea's horizon line,
Craving for that water's beauty
While waters wish for suns to shine.

The traitor's idol softly stood
In textbook definition on
His black square.
The standard that the feeble follow
When hearts will turn from full to hollow,
Emptying their clinging clots.

A continuum of crass entrapment.
Flee the streets and seek your shelter.
For seas will sing and suns will burn,
Smokestacks will mourn in endless swelter.

He walked in two unknowing steps
Under two sly and watchful eyes,
And the two former friends addressed
In their two seperate, long goodbyes.

verse
all roses have their thorn
they are as sharp as a knife
their cuts are forlorn
each day is cut from your life

Chorus
you bleed from the rose
the Continuum of life is *forever* whispered
after the loss you seem to doze
your life will be always be severed

Verse
the thorn in my side
putting everything else on hold
the pain will never reside
you feel nothing besides cold

Chorus
you bleed from the rose
the Continuum of life is *forever* whispered
after the loss you seem to doze
your life will be always be severed

bleeding *forever* echo

[Disco Dragon]

This shackling bastard
That secludes my continuum
Seems bound to break me
Stuck in a rhythm
That defiles continuity
While my blood becomes my only stability
So I can pay for my pleasure
And owe my finder her fee

Still falling for every dream
An idealist to the end
But how I live is inconceivable
An impression born from misdirection
A concept I still can’t comprehend

North of the boundary
That splits my soul
Is a danger to my defense
One million fingers
Point out my own missteps
A trait I’ve come likely to detest
While searching for water
Beneath an electric fence

How can I blame this all on you?
I have an answer but I haven’t a clue
My thoughts spill, spoken
Because my mind has been broken
And hammered until it oozes truth

But I will continue falling
Because it’s the quickest way to the end
There’s no more room for stalling
A pause would be implausible
I will not wait to believe that I am dead

[cytoplasmicglob]

The matador, he taunts the bull
with red cloth made from a knitting spool
and the knitting spool is made of plastic
and the plastic is made from oil
the oil is made from animals
decaying underneath the surface
the surface is made of dirt and rock
and some dirt is waste from gastropods

decaying gastropods deposit
nutrients into the grainy dirt
and the grainy dirt has nutrients
tapped into by the root
from sliced down trees; tough and fibrous
factories produce some tissue
the tissue is coated in phlegm and mucus
and the mucus comes out from the lungs

mollusks indirectly correlate to the lungs
there are mollusks living in unfortunate people's lung
pulmonary
gastropods

oxygen depleting, they breath
out of your breaths in.
take up surface area, unnatural
emphysema begins
don't get a bad cold,
or your buddies might go away
lay their eggs into aveoli
hatch on a separate day

Inhale some salt now every day
though some nasal spray
congratulations, you've got a way
to salt those gastropods all day
hypertonic, they shrival up,
their larvae will not hatch
a continuum of sluggies melting
will let your breathing relapse.


mollusks indirectly correlate to the lungs
there are mollusks living in unfortunate people's lung
pulmonary
gastropods

[6945]

SACKED

Naïve allusions, like sad refrains
Inject a nonchalance, that shadows each day
Innuendoes launched, from crooked smiles
Brief glances, hooded, can’t hide the guile

A haunting lamentation, which shatters the peace
Colors the backdrop, with brooding unease
Gravitate to the corners, to slip through the cracks
Grasping at wraiths, that don’t care to grasp back

What is darkness …but an absence of light
What is death…but an absence of life

Conjecture the continuum, a linear path
Allegorize briefly, for the feeble to grasp
Sacrifice knowingly, for a name on a wall
Slam the door closed, let burned bridges fall

What is void…but an absence of space
What is lacking…but an absence of faith

Cloaked in awareness, of being cut loose
Dance with the insipid, who tighten the noose
Knowing discreetly, without giving to spate
What is peace…but an absence of hate

[d0ped0g]

yeah, just a basic hippie-esque song about freedom i just wrote.
This is the 2nd full song i've actually put to music.
Not brilliant lyrics, but does go brilliantly with music. i may aswell enter this one in tho, not gonna hav time to write another one.

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FREEDOM SONG
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When you open your eyes
And find youve been bound by bars
You'll butcher yourself on the steel fence
Find your call of the wild

I'll stand by my principles
As them stand by me to
I'll gut the face of authority
While onlookers stare into oblivion
shapeless, thoughtless

Freedom, Freedom
Freedom, Singing Songs About Freedom
Freedom, Freedom
Freedom, Singing Songs About Freedom

The secluded sites of sacred ruins keep me alive
A continuum of prison cells have stood above
Once majestic, Now smashed onto the ground
A desolate wasteland of failed dungeons

I'll live by whatever
causes no harm to me or you
My victimless crimes
Spare no pain from you
Tragic, Cowardly

Freedom, Freedom
Freedom, Singing Songs About Freedom
Freedom, Freedom
Freedom, Singing Songs About Freedom

These shackles of sadistic selflessness will surely be the end of me
But this wrecking ball bound to my feet will somehow set me free

[meberle7]

My first lyric contest - this is a screamo song that i just wrote on the 21st and here ya go everybody - and please don't bash my song too bad I wrote it while I'm going through some rough stuff right now - and for anyone who cares 'my only one' is Kacey Carpenter she's my perfect princess - the stuff in "" in the song is stuff she's said to me

"For My Only One"

How I try to keep on moving along this line
Follow the path - just connecting the dots in my mind
Point to point and line to line seeming all the same
Everything I thought I knew - how soon it all will fade
"I'm so glad this won't end"
How I wish I never went
and did those things I never meant
I wish you meant the words you said

How I try to move along acting like I'm fine
Not showing when I smile I'm really sobbing inside
Covering the wounds and bullet holes shot in my heart
Stuffing it with tissues where I see the marks
"I love the way you love me"
Oh, I wish we never met -
Dammit! Let me wish you back
wish you into my arms again.

How I try to pause the motion of time and space
Freeze everything in the useless continuum of days
Open face and open heart and open mind
Oh my god I wish you were still mine
"You're Mr Right not Mr Right Now"
As I keep asking how
Everything ended up this way
I gave it my best every day

I wish I would never hurt again
I wish I would never hurt again

I try to go on without what I knew
And it's so hard when everything reminds me of you
Don't let up, don't give in, I can't make you do
Anything I ask even if I want you to
Hours and days and months and years
All along my doubts and fears
Wishing everything was right
Wishing you were here tonight

I'll wait right here for you.

[ATC]

LILY'S SONG

I’ve tasted you through a photograph
Held my breath until the last
Opened my eyes to soften the blow
You’re not perfect after all

I wrote a letter in your name
Dipped acid in crimson ink
Braille helps to lessen the sting
You’re not perfect after all

I breathe you through a plastic mug
Licked my lips to preserve the drop
But my heart knew everything all along
You weren’t perfect after all

I touched you through satin and silk
Empty gestures to your empty eyes
Continuum brings harmony
You were never perfect after all.

I watch you as I leave the floor
Unrequited and in the ground
Six feet to kill the loss
You were far from perfect after all.

I listen to you through the water chimes
Breathing only tinkles with sound
I’d rather leave than hear your voice
I loved you inspite it all.

I’d rather leave than hear your voice
I loved you inspite it all.

[i am the robots]

Continuum

Cought in the continuum once again
Constantly in the cycle of inconsistancy
Each time as random as the next
My life changes with the pages of the text
The hade fades, but returns in quick vex

Break me open
See what turns inside
Tear me apart
Continue to rape my pride

Cought in the continuum once again
The constant cycle of stabs to the back
Each time more painful than the last
The seas and oceans of betrayel are vast
Into the shadows and haunting I am cast

Break me open
See what turns inside
Tear me apart
Continue to rape my pride

Feeling the hate as it rips down my spine
Spit on your future as you have done likewise
You think it's funny you fucked up my life
Lives caught in this continuum of strife