Challenge 95 - Inherit

in·her·it ( P ) (n-hrt)
v. in·her·it·ed, in·her·it·ing, in·her·its
v. tr.

1. To receive (property or a title, for example) from an ancestor by legal succession or will.
a. To receive by bequest or as a legacy.
b. To receive or take over from a predecessor: The new administration inherited the economic problems of the last four years.
2. Biology. To receive (a characteristic) from one's parents by genetic transmission.
3. To gain (something) as one's right or portion.

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Aching, so helpless,
when the answers are clear.
Seems the rolling storm
will make me sleep.

It's getting late, dear
I'm running out of fear,
but the pursuers lead,
to inherit godspeed.

Stuffing the stars with ill-willed contempt
Furthers the study of what I've become.
Serenades of enchained amperes
Strike at my feet, jolting the attempt.
I fell short of fate, this time.
Irony was too steep to climb.

Conversing with the skies
in an empty stratosphere's clearing.
Words infused with truth
escaped a bolt's lightning:
Shift the attention
from the volts of the golden strand;
a vessel of highest tension
unfolds passage to the promised land.

So where I stand, there it plummets
Grasping my hand,
Ascending like a bullet.
(Where am I now, cloudy summit?)
Choking, I sing in demise,
Can't breathe now, throat petrifies.
Awakening; soft elation.
an epilogue for confusion.
"a vessel of highest tension"?
Dreams are sparking lies.


What dwells in the atmospheric cold,
Contrasting what the thunder told,
Depletes the count to self-destruction.

[Kindarian]

spot saved..

[A_Perfect_Sonnet]

Yes.

[EmergencyRoom]

Last night I fell asleep with you upon my mind:
Aquamarine dreams of scenes frozen on celluloid;
Still life with moving parts,
Allowing the shards of my heart
To twist and mingle
With icicle tears, bled from wounded eyes.

Condensed water filmed windows
Mask tar black sins,
Except from those within,
Who know exactly what they do.
As they writhe,
And twist,
And kiss,
I stand outside with my breathe solidifying,
With only scorched pride to keep me warm.

Did you inherit your lies along with those eyes?
Both cause visions of endless green oceans:
Jealousy,
Tranquillity,
Both sever me,
From ascendancy.
How can I plan
To be a better man,
When all this wood separates me from the trees?
How can I plan
To be your better man,
When you bathe yourself with his lips
Inside my private hell on wheels?

[TojesDolan]

The horns are roaring from the distance,
the battle begins it's holy ritual.
God has given me her bless.
I can kill. My mission, satisfy her decree.

My life belongs to the leper king,
My sword protects my God's will.
Shall the impure be raided of this land,
And our king forever be hailed.

The blood of the impure feeds my power,
The land of the unholy awakes my desire
To conquer for my Lord's sacred ground,
And spread the holy word through the corrupt.

Why should your bastard son
Inherit your hallowed land?
I shall defeat the sacrilegious,
and exterminate the depraved.

All shall be vanquished,
and tremble with sole name.
My cherished God,
Your blessing makes gives me strength,
and makes the enemy weak.

[Lowridenn]

It has been an extremely long time since I have entered one of these.

- Amelia for a night, then the Amalfi –

Burgundy is so beautiful in the spring time
Sitting here, this night, enjoying this sipping wine.
Do you miss the Mediterranean as I do?
Of course, dearest Amelia.
I shall inherit the sea once more.

It was sunset over the villa
And she was so beautiful draped in white silk.
The only light was the glare off the ocean
And the only flaw was knowing it wouldn’t last.
[It couldn’t last…]

I was downtown when I saw her next;
At that cozy café down on Tenth Street.
[Oh, how charming those baristas can be.]
She looked so comfortable
As her eyes pirouetted around the conversation,
Eager for a[nother] lover to save her.
If only my fingers spoke in thespian tongues…
If only my voice could echo octaves of songbirds…
If only my lips could taste a thrush like her…

Perhaps I should just let her be.
For we’ll always have the Amalfi.

[silenceevolves]

I'm game.

[d0ped0g]

just a little stream of conciousness thing i wipped up 4yall
hope u enjoy

Lest We Remember...

Lately i've been thinking
Perhaps this one conciousness
I've been free of for so long
Is the answer to my nothingness
Or just a key to something less

For you'll never experience
All I can imagine
You'll never taste
The colour of the sky
You'll never even wonder why

But its the dreams that I forget
And this life that I remember
Could it be the other way around?
And its the knowing that I long for
And the having that I evade
Could it be that I have found...
What its all about?

But lately i've been tumbelling
Into the depths of my own mind
Seems so distant, yet so perfect
The only way to remind
What I have left to find

For you will never question
All you'll do is be
But then again, is it them
Or me that cannot see
This enigma we must leave
This silence we must lead

But its the dreams that I inherit
And the living that I inhibit
Could it be the other way around?
And its the knowing that I love
And the having that I want
Could it be that I have found
What its all about
Could it be that I have found
That to have faith, is to doubt

Is it live that's moving, or is it you
Or are we just all standing still
Dreaming...
of the live we never had...
but somehow knew...
Transcending above lifeless strangers,
Asking, "which conciousness are you?"

[RunAmokRampant]

Possibly.

[bowl of oranges]

This is when a value is of no worth.

You shimmered in sepia tones,
in muddied yet golden scenes.
Where sharp cut figures exhaled laughter,
And you got caught amongst smiling peers.
That was when values were expected.

I'm vibrant upon a whittled park bench.
Where the grass still thrives,
in lushous green accents.
And flowers evoke the fullest spectra.
I'm examined in full blown colour print.

But i'll be alone, with silence for company.
Whilst friends fill bellys with liquor,
lungs with tar and themselves with immoralites.
This is when a value is of no worth.
No worth to society's blurry eyes.

Yes, i'm expected to inherit all my father has.
But it's never been tougher.

I'm examined in full blown colour print.

[Crimsonpunk]

Soon enough..

[WhatILivefoR]

I remember.
there was a time when you looked upon me
with something more than this monotony.
but time draws and contracts the short-
the manifest second consumed and inert.

dearth is as it seems, though ‘I know not seems’.
Indeed it is, and I pay dearly for my speech.
The spoken word, the hell bent drawl;
but unto your ears it means nothing at all.

Your regret of me is bitter ice to my remains.
the purging soul and stomach, the dulling of my sane.
And I weep with a consciousness of my muscles detached
with eyes ajar; unable to rise and deaden my watch.

She comes again to sell herself short and unspoken
for a limping body unhinged and estranged to choke.
The stale taste of mouth drenched upon the ground;
she cowers every strike, and kneels for the grout.

It’s something unfamiliar I inherit from my superior:
any range of emotion rapt behind a skin barrier.
The thing that just kills me is that I’m the tragic third
and that nothing escapes from the wrath of their birth.

Empty Lungs And Promises

His cigarette outshined the moon.
He ate embers. They peeled and sheared
From the stick, glowing fireflies
Dead in jars with untouched lids.
His kids were home with empty stomachs.

All the meek can hope to inherit,
A mountain of stains and spit and **** and
Souls sold over blood-signed X's.

He flicked his wrist and wasted breath.
It rained terror. All blood and teeth
From the sky, flooding water
From the mouths of dying whores.
They wore his girlfriend's favorite lipstick.

I turned my head to cradle thoughts
Of his fingers. They curled and clawed
At his mouth, unclean scissors
Tore apart his priceless art.
His heart was pulsing red acrylic.

All his children would ever inherit,
A mountain of graves and holes and tolls and
Souls born under father's hexes.

[ATC]

ON THE ROOTS WE STAND

In order to understand, dear child,
You must ignore the history of the crows.

For all crows past,
are like remembered rhymes,
like the milk of the dead
and the soap it churns.
Like roadside messiahs,
like arches in memory,
like slaves on the mend
that echo across the alphabet.

Ten million crows
marked
the end of all reason.

Their love, once crystallised
fed the hungry.
And obscured by velvet,
they slither like snakes.

Once held down, you will inherit the earth.

[pixiesfanyo]

Legally Inane

The fetal moon rests, pubescent
Cloud's blank stare,
Shades break iridescent

Lashes flutter like feathers
Graze flesh on their decline
Tender stains of fervor
And fidelity intertwine

Inherit seclusion, in caresses
Adlib scoliosis
Tadpole transgresses

Conscious inconsistent
Pitched crippled affection
Pierced assurance weeps
With conventional rejection

Virgin hairs, cradle canvases
Vacant view, unaware
Cherub subsists

[TMA]

I might have one up tomarrow.
I've always been interested in doing on of these, so I'll try to tonight.

[Dancin' Man]

Been a little while

The Taste of Truth Is...

When giving a summation, do not lapse into detail
Stay true to the facts and make sure to touch on all relevant information

When your blood runs thin and eyes are blurred
The reserves have lost their way
There will be no retreat, only total and unconditional surrender
You and your cause are lost

If at any point you lose your train of thought, come to a closing and ask for questions

You represent every lost siege, and broken line
You're going to die here, you know that don't you?

If you come to a point where it is necessary that you fill in information
Do not begin to fidget or stall
Your audience will know you are lying and therefore discount all that you have said

You lie there lost in reason, with the sky at your feet
With a whirlind of words and lies and truths flashing through the void
You've inherited your mothers latest trait, immune into inert
You've got no choking left to do, you're already dead