Obscurity Defined

[ObscureInsanity]

Original Poetry

Song of the Lighthouse

She's what I sought all my life
A burning bright mystery of light
Cutting darkness like a knife
In her stony brilliant might

A teacher to this sailors soul
A voice to tune, a hand to hold
The whisper of the oceans toll
and here I travel, nights so cold.

'Tis true, You are that teaching hand
that voice of love
that night less bland
My gorgeous dove,
'Tis true, 'Tis true
A grateful plea: here's to you!

And as this record goes askew
to gaze upon those golden eyes
I ask again, a midnight new
Without this pain, but with my prize

Atop the cliff you'll always last
To show a lad or two your love
A contentment of times to pass
To save them from death, with storms above

'Tis true, You are that teaching hand
that voice of love
that night less bland
My gorgeous dove,
'Tis true, 'Tis true
A grateful plea: here's to you!

Gorgeous signal of the land
Port to Port, Coast to coast
Just another greeting hand
To welcome weary and to host

Some day this seadog will retire
Not able to wander on and on.
So sip the suds around the pyre,
And sing for me: a lighthouse's song.

 

[ObscureInsanity]

Inspirational Pictures

Suddenly.... FAIRIES!

​

 

[fr33ks33k]

Two and Four are my faves.

 

[ObscureInsanity]

Two and Four are my faves.

Good choices

I prefer two and Eight.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Good choices

I prefer two and Eight.

Eight has that vintage feel to it, but Four has that flourescent nature that I associate with fairies...they're like little buxom lightning bugs in my mind.

 

[ObscureInsanity]

Idea Engine

I'm thinking... medieval... maybe even something similar to Tolkien's Middle Earth...

The story begins on a battlefield. A young man [your character] is out for revenge on an evil being who killed off his race. He's finally slew the majority of the evil being's minions when a young woman [my Character] (disguised as a young man) takes his attention away from her master. As the master flees the young man goes ballistic: attacking the disguised young woman in a fit of rage. She, being an expert in melee weaponry and able to use her race's gifts to enhance her likelihood of success, easily blocks and disarms the man.

In a desperate last attempt to protect himself, he miraculously disarms her and they begin hand-to-hand combat, trying to beat each other into a pulp. In the brawl the young man knocks the young woman out: he's got half a mind to leave her there when he takes off her helmet.

Holy God! He figures out she's a girl... but not just any girl! Being honorable, and feeling guilty, he tends to her wounds and devises a plan. He ties her up to ensure she does not escape (or try to come at him again) and disarms her of all other bladed weapons. He waits and watches her... ready to interrogate her to try and get to the evil being.

Once she regains consciousness it seems like she's an entirely different person. He wonders if she's just acting to escape or if it is, in fact, a case of amnesia. On figuring it is the latter, he unties her. She asks questions about herself, about him, why he's captured her, why she isn't home, ect. He tells her his story: she freaks out (how could such a sweet young woman do such things?!) and they both vow to bring down the evil being: one for redemption, one for revenge.

I want this to be epic... long... wordy... and... it probably sounds horrible on paper at the moment, but I think it'd be fun to write with someone (plus it looks amazing in my head!)

 

[ObscureInsanity]

.... Don't Jump....

Just to Clarify, this isn't my original work: It's a song by Tokio Hotel... I just... needed it to be in my journal, for my sanity's sake....


Spring Nicht
Über den Dächern,
Ist es so kalt,
Und so still.
Ich schweig Deinen Namen,
Weil Du ihn jetzt,
Nicht hören willst.
Der Abgrund der Stadt,
Verschlingt jede Träne die fällt.
Da unten ist nichts mehr,
Was Dich hier oben noch hält.

Ich schrei in die Nacht für Dich,
Lass mich nicht I'm Stich,
Spring nicht.
Die Lichter fangen Dich nicht,
Sie betrügen Dich.
Spring nicht.
Erinner Dich,
An Dich und mich.
Die Welt da unten zählt nicht,
Bitte spring nicht.

In Deinen Augen,
Scheint alles sinnlos und leer.
Der Schnee fällt einsam,
Du spürst ihn schon lange nicht mehr.
Irgendwo da draussen,
Bist Du verloren gegangen.
Du träumst von dem Ende,
Um nochmal von vorn anzufangen.

Ich schrei in die Nacht für Dich,
Lass mich nicht I'm Stich
Spring nicht.
Die Lichter fangen Dich nicht,
Sie betrügen Dich.
Spring nicht.
Erinner Dich,
An Dich und mich.
Die Welt da unten zählt nicht,
Bitte spring nicht
Spring nicht.

Ich weiss nicht wie lang,
Ich Dich halten kann.
Ich weiss nicht wie lang.

Nimm meine Hand,
Wir fangen nochmal an.
Spring nicht.

Ich schrei in die Nacht für Dich,
Lass mich nicht I'm Stich
Spring nicht.
Die Lichter fangen Dich nicht,
Sie betrügen Dich.
Spring nicht.
Erinner Dich,
An Dich und mich.
Die Welt da unten zählt nicht,
Bitte spring nicht.

Spring nicht.
Und halt Dich das auch nicht zurück.
Dann spring ich für Dich.
​

 

[ObscureInsanity]

A Quote... from a song...

"I will always be with you
By the anchor of my sorrow
All I know, or ever knew,
Is I love you, I love you to death"
-Kamelot

 

[marauder13]

I'm thinking... medieval... maybe even something similar to Tolkien's Middle Earth...

The story begins on a battlefield. A young man [your character] is out for revenge on an evil being who killed off his race. He's finally slew the majority of the evil being's minions when a young woman [my Character] (disguised as a young man) takes his attention away from her master. As the master flees the young man goes ballistic: attacking the disguised young woman in a fit of rage. She, being an expert in melee weaponry and able to use her race's gifts to enhance her likelihood of success, easily blocks and disarms the man.

In a desperate last attempt to protect himself, he miraculously disarms her and they begin hand-to-hand combat, trying to beat each other into a pulp. In the brawl the young man knocks the young woman out: he's got half a mind to leave her there when he takes off her helmet.

Holy God! He figures out she's a girl... but not just any girl! Being honorable, and feeling guilty, he tends to her wounds and devises a plan. He ties her up to ensure she does not escape (or try to come at him again) and disarms her of all other bladed weapons. He waits and watches her... ready to interrogate her to try and get to the evil being.

Once she regains consciousness it seems like she's an entirely different person. He wonders if she's just acting to escape or if it is, in fact, a case of amnesia. On figuring it is the latter, he unties her. She asks questions about herself, about him, why he's captured her, why she isn't home, ect. He tells her his story: she freaks out (how could such a sweet young woman do such things?!) and they both vow to bring down the evil being: one for redemption, one for revenge.

I want this to be epic... long... wordy... and... it probably sounds horrible on paper at the moment, but I think it'd be fun to write with someone (plus it looks amazing in my head!)

Looks at the idea above
Looks at his list of threads
Looks back at the idea longingly
Looks back at his writing list, frowning slightly
Looks once more at the idea
sighs, lowering his head and wanders off

Maybe another time...

 

[ObscureInsanity]

Looks at the idea above
Looks at his list of threads
Looks back at the idea longingly
Looks back at his writing list, frowning slightly
Looks once more at the idea
sighs, lowering his head and wanders off

Maybe another time...

Wait....!!! I can layaway the idea until you've got time....!!!

*Watches as he goes, frowns a little, lip quivers, teary eyes* Maybe....? ....Perhaps...? *waves at him halfheartedly and bows head.*

 

[ObscureInsanity]

Dear Friends, Followers, Stalkers & Co-Writers,

I am leaving Lit for a while. And by 'leaving Lit' I mean I'll occasionally pop in to say hello in lesser threads, as I had before actively being a member of society on here. I'm sorry about this sudden shift in activity, but, expressively, I am not able to write at the caliber that everyone (including myself) expects me to write. The real world is also taking it's toll on me, so that is another reason why my activity will be low. I do ask for you not to forget about me. I enjoy my time here, and I enjoy interacting with the people who choose to interact with me. I hope to be back just the way I was as soon as possible: I'm not going to set a date, of course, because you cannot rush rekindling your passion for something. I do hope ya'll understand and forgive me for seemingly giving up on what I've got here; it is not my intention to 'give up', but emotionally speaking my self-confidence is dwindling... and I cannot write when I am in a slump: it'll be terrible for co-writers and friends alike to have to listen to my whining and self-loathing (and destructive writing), so, I take myself out of the limelight to tend to it by myself. I sure will miss everyone, and I hope to speak to ya'll again very soon.

Always,
OI

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Dear Friends, Followers, Stalkers & Co-Writers,

I am leaving Lit for a while. And by 'leaving Lit' I mean I'll occasionally pop in to say hello in lesser threads, as I had before actively being a member of society on here. I'm sorry about this sudden shift in activity, but, expressively, I am not able to write at the caliber that everyone (including myself) expects me to write. The real world is also taking it's toll on me, so that is another reason why my activity will be low. I do ask for you not to forget about me. I enjoy my time here, and I enjoy interacting with the people who choose to interact with me. I hope to be back just the way I was as soon as possible: I'm not going to set a date, of course, because you cannot rush rekindling your passion for something. I do hope ya'll understand and forgive me for seemingly giving up on what I've got here; it is not my intention to 'give up', but emotionally speaking my self-confidence is dwindling... and I cannot write when I am in a slump: it'll be terrible for co-writers and friends alike to have to listen to my whining and self-loathing (and destructive writing), so, I take myself out of the limelight to tend to it by myself. I sure will miss everyone, and I hope to speak to ya'll again very soon.

Always,
OI

We'll miss you, Kay. As another who feels much as you just described, I have thought about a hiatus too, but still haven't decided for sure just yet. Maybe I'm too stubborn to know when I should retreat for a regrouping, I don't know.

Anyhow, don't worry, we won't forget you. Come back when you can, and we'll set up that brass pole at the Outlook for some dancing!

 

[Avellan13]

Hope to see you soon Kay. I`ll be waiting for you.

 

[ObscureInsanity]

We'll miss you, Kay. As another who feels much as you just described, I have thought about a hiatus too, but still haven't decided for sure just yet. Maybe I'm too stubborn to know when I should retreat for a regrouping, I don't know.

Anyhow, don't worry, we won't forget you. Come back when you can, and we'll set up that brass pole at the Outlook for some dancing!

I'll miss ya'll too! Especially you Thyri, you were very kind to me, and I appreciate it VERY VERY much!! Yeah, sometimes a hiatus is good for you though, after a while away you'll be like: 'God, I miss it so much!!!' and you'll finally have your muse and your passion back.

*giggles* oh good, I'm glad I won't be forgotten And for sure, It'll be a blast if you set up that brass pole again

Hope to see you soon Kay. I`ll be waiting for you.

I hope so too. I promise I'll visit your Island as soon as I come back!!!

 

[ObscureInsanity]

It took all that she could muster to open the pages of her old diary, a quirky little smile curved her small lips. Yes, it was all she had remembered, as she sifted through the passages. Everything started nostalgically tumbling through her memory... oh the lust and want and need... it was edging near again. She minimized the page for a moment and pushed the keyboard away from her, sitting back in her office chair; her cheeks taking on their familiar rosy glow.

Why she had left still wasn't entirely surmisable: there was much drama happening in her life about a month ago, and there still was drama, even more drama... she thought a moment: should she? should she really?

It was clear from the way she longed to write again that she wanted to take on the responsibility. She missed her friends, yes, silly as it sounded, she missed those knuckleheads she spoke to on a daily basis on different sides of the country and the world. She reached for the mouse and hesitantly shifted the arrow towards the tab at the bottom of her screen; her eyes fell back to the diary and shifted nervously towards the door.

Literotica... Her mother wouldn't be able to read it from the distance of the door frame to her computer, but her eagle-eyed father.... that was a different story. She giggled--well hell, she hadn't been caught before--the likelihood that she would was slim... they haven't been that nosy about her interweb wanderings since she was in high school. She laughed a little. Yes, she supposed it was time.

She opened the old word doc that had all of her html codes and picked up where she left off, began to type. That subtle feeling of joy roused in her chest, fluttered into her mind and controlled her fingertips against the smooth, slick keys. She smiled and nodded at her little entry into her Diary then, after copying and pasting, she shifted her mouse to hover the arrow over the submit reply button. She clicked it and held her breath.

I'm back, Literotica. I'm back, and I missed every single one of you.​

 

[fr33ks33k]

Welcome back Kay. Good to see you again.

 

[ObscureInsanity]

Thanks Fr33k, good to see you too! I hope you're well, it's been a while!!!

 

[fr33ks33k]

Thanks Fr33k, good to see you too! I hope you're well, it's been a while!!!

I am, and it has.

 

[ObscureInsanity]

I am, and it has.

Goodness, I'm not sure where to post in at the moment.... any suggestions?

 

[fr33ks33k]

Goodness, I'm not sure where to post in at the moment.... any suggestions?

Hmm...The Outlook is still a popular hangout. If you like candy and confections, there is a new Sweet Shoppe that just opened. Raven(Dragonrazor) has his Guardian's Keep. Seems to be becoming popular as well. *Points to your pocket* And of course, there's still that pager. *Smiles*

 

[ObscureInsanity]

Hmm...The Outlook is still a popular hangout. If you like candy and confections, there is a new Sweet Shoppe that just opened. Raven(Dragonrazor) has his Guardian's Keep. Seems to be becoming popular as well. *Points to your pocket* And of course, there's still that pager. *Smiles*

I think I'll venture to the outlook, check out the sweet shoppe, and perhaps my pager will go off... hopefully *smiles too*

 

[fr33ks33k]

I think I'll venture to the outlook, check out the sweet shoppe, and perhaps my pager will go off... hopefully *smiles too*

Sounds like a plan, my dear.