The Beast: Chapter Two
She walked through the door
looking back only to see him fade
into the crowd of students
pouring across the plaza in front of the auditorium.
She watched him recede
vowing
that she would make a point of finding out
more about him.
There was the freshman boat ride in a few days
there was her next opportunity.
Suddenly a voice said:
'Wow, that was chemistry
if I have ever seen chemistry.'
It was Nancy, Nicole's roommate.
They had first met only the day before
when Nicole had arrived at the college for the week long orientation
which included of course
meeting one's roommate.
Nancy was already there in the room
when Nicole arrived her bags in hand
looking to see where she would she might spend the next four years of her life.
The two eyed each other momentarily
quickly sizing each other up after some long seconds
deciding that they liked one another.
Nancy was there on an academic scholarship
just like Nicole and they had been paired together
probably because they had somethings in common.
They seemed to be each other's type,
studious, quiet
and had settled in with each other comfortably.
Nancy falling in beside Nicole
was talking and saying:
'Who was that beautiful blond guy you were talking to. When he put his hands on you I almost died.'
Nancy was gushing.
'Blond? ' Nicole said, blankly? 'Who are you talking about? '
'You know the big blond who opened the door for you looking deep deep into your eyes, ' Nancy said giving Nicole her best dreamy-eyed girl look.
Nicole looked at her again blankly finally saying.
'He was no blond. Didn't see any blond.'
Then with a shock Nicole realized that in her mind's eye recounting Nancy's blond and the Beast guy shifted back and forth between the tall blond Nancy was going on about and her guy, her ugly guy.
Nicole stopped cold on the street.
'What the hell is going on here? ' she thought to herself.
'Did he have a red vest on? ' she finally asked Nancy.
'Yes, that is the one? ' Nancy answered quickly.
The blond in Nicole's vision did have a red vest on but, her Beast did not.
It was naturally a black vest.
Nicole stopped, her mouth dropping, at her own thoughts.
Nancy touched her arm.
'Are you alright? '
To be continued
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My Spouse Nancy
'Husband, husband, cease your strife,
Nor longer idly rave, Sir;
Tho' I am your wedded wife
Yet I am not your slave, Sir.'
'One of two must still obey,
Nancy, Nancy;
Is it Man or Woman, say,
My spouse Nancy?'
'If 'tis still the lordly word,
Service and obedience;
I'll desert my sov'reign lord,
And so, good bye, allegiance!'
'Sad shall I be, so bereft,
Nancy, Nancy;
Yet I'll try to make a shift,
My spouse Nancy.'
'My poor heart, then break it must,
My last hour I am near it:
When you lay me in the dust,
Think how you will bear it.'
'I will hope and trust in Heaven,
Nancy, Nancy;
Strength to bear it will be given,
My spouse Nancy.'
'Well, Sir, from the silent dead,
Still I'll try to daunt you;
Ever round your midnight bed
Horrid sprites shall haunt you!'
'I'll wed another like my dear
Nancy, Nancy;
Then all hell will fly for fear,
My spouse Nancy.'
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Neglectful Edward
Nancy
'Edward back from the Indian Sea,
What have you brought for Nancy?'
Edward
'A rope of pearls and a gold earring,
And a bird of the East that will not sing.
A carven tooth, a box with a key--'
Nancy
'God be praised you are back,' says she,
'Have you nothing more for your Nancy?'
Edward
'Long as I sailed the Indian Sea
I gathered all for your fancy:
Toys and silk and jewels I bring,
And a bird of the East that will not sing:
What more can you want, dear girl, from me?'
Nancy
'God be praised you are back,' said she,
'Have you nothing better for Nancy?'
Edward
'Safe and home from the Indian Sea,
And nothing to take your fancy?'
Nancy
'You can keep your pearls and your gold earring,
And your bird of the East that will not sing,
But, Ned, have you nothing more for me
Than heathenish gew-gaw toys?' says she,
'Have you nothing better for Nancy?'
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On My Wife's Birth-Day
'Tis Nancy's birth-day--raise your strains,
Ye nymphs of the Parnassian plains,
And sing with more than usual glee
To Nancy, who was born for me.
Tell the blythe Graces as they bound,
Luxuriant in the buxom round;
They're not more elegantly free,
Than Nancy, who was born for me.
Tell royal Venus, tho' she rove,
The queen of the immortal grove,
That she must share her golden fee
With Nancy, who was born for me.
Tell Pallas, tho' th'Athenian school,
And ev'ry trite pedantic fool,
On her to place the palm agree,
'Tis Nancy's, who was born for me.
Tell spotless Dian, tho' she range,
The regent of the up-land grange,
In chastity she yields to thee,
O Nancy, who was born for me.
Tell Cupid, Hymen, and tell Jove,
With all the pow'rs of life and love,
That I'd disdain to breathe or be,
If Nancy was not born for me.
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The Junkie's Prayer
This tidal wave
My life overtaken
I surrender again
To the piercing of my flesh
Blood spilling
Pulsating veins
One more time
And, tomorrow...
I promise to stop.
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My Bizarre Reality
I'm snow white
With an ash painted face
A Japanese Gangster
Tattoo's in lace
A night purple shade
I'm Van Gogh's Sky
A Picasso Dream
-He must've been high
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The Curtain Closes
I sit here again
Starting once more
Lost yet another friend
And, now I feel as if I've lost the war
Shattered and broken
Now I lay bleeding
A knife through the heart-
To stop the beating
So empty-so lost...
So beauitfully broken
I cry and I sob
On the floor choking
I give up
-This time for certain
I'm done with this play
Please just close the curtain!
And, one single tear drop
Slides down my cheek
As I pray to the unknown
To stop feeling so weak
And, then I stand
And I start walking
I open my mouth;
But, it's like I'm not even talking
I really can't take it-
It's too hard to believe
I did it again!
And, now I can't even see
So now I am falling
And, failing this test
As I hear death calling
I lay here a mess
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Love Kills
Sid was a punk rock king
Nancy was a broken queen
Their lives were so glamorous
Sid and Nancy were a mess
When you're hooked on heroin
Don't you know you'll never win
Drugs don't ever pay
You really did it your way
Love kills
Love kills
Love kills
We still believe in anarchy
It makes me so damn angry
Sid and Nancy meant a lot to me
You may be dead but your souls are free
Like Romeo and Juliet
You two made a pact of death
Like the needle that ya used
Sid and Nancy were born to lose
Love kills
Love kills
Love kills
Sid never meant any harm
He shot some dope into his arm
All he wanted was some fun
Now she's lying in a pool of blood
Always loaded
song performed by by Ramones from Animal Boy
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I was a big Nancy Drew reader. Nancy figures it out. Case closed.
quote by Sarah Vowell
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A Song For Two Children
'Make a song, father, a new little song,
All for Jenny and Nancy.'
Balow lalow or Hey derry down,
Or else what might you fancy?
Is there any song sweet enough
For Nancy and for Jenny?
Said Simple Simon to the pieman,
'Indeed I know not any.'
'I've counted the miles to Babylon,
I've flown the earth like a bird,
I've ridden cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
But no such song have I heard.'
'Some speak of Alexander,
And some of Hercules,
But where are there any like Nancy and Jenny,
Where are there any like these?'
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Nicole My Love
Words for taught and food for thought,
But will you ever come back my lover?
For honesty is the crown store of life and,
I will look around for you.
Life is like a bicycle kick!
And popping out at times like the pop-corn;
But knowledge without wisdom is like,
A plane field in the forest.
I am lving for you andi will come looking for you,
Because i need you back Nicole;
And the smell of your aroma is all around me.
Nicole my love,
I do remember you when the rain falls;
For you are my better half without a clue.
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Artist Nancy Waller
I remember hearing a voice,
“go down this road”, was the first choice.
The road 42nd West, in south Minneapolis.
Great visual artist I would meet,
She drew endangered species detailed and neat.
Nancy Waller was her name,
She published booklets on endangered species
to help bring about awareness and change.
Melodie my doll, loved her most of all.
She went to her see her at the museum,
took photos with her that where very pleasing.
Melodie was happy for Nancy designed,
coloring books of Melodie just cute and fine.
Nancy got my books off to a great start,
she inspired me and has a pure heart.
Thank you Nancy for inspiration and passion too,
you’re a great artist, through and through.
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Potassium is an Essential Nutrient!
I want to peel you
Like I might a rotting banana
Exposing your insides
And, savioring the good
Chewing and swallowing
What's left
Leaving the rotten parts behind
The skin left a heap on the floor;
Waiting for the next person to
Slip, trip or fall over
With the realization that it's empty inside-
Nothing is left.
Even the decay discarded
Seperately,
And divided amongst the pits of human waste.
With the consumption of your soul
Nourishing my body like a silver-white
Soft-light Metallic Chemical Element.
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Seems So Long Ago, Nancy
It seems so long ago,
Nancy was alone,
Looking ate the late late show
Through a semi-precious stone.
In the house of honesty
Her father was on trial,
In the house of mystery
There was no one at all,
There was no one at all.
It seems so long ago,
None of us were strong;
Nancy wore green stockings
And she slept with everyone.
She never said shed wait for us
Although she was alone,
I think she fell in love for us
In nineteen sixty one,
In nineteen sixty one.
It seems so long ago,
Nancy was alone,
A forty five beside her head,
An open telephone.
We told her she was beautiful,
We told her she was free
But none of us would meet her in
The house of mystery,
The house of mystery.
And now you look around you,
See her everywhere,
Many use her body,
Many comb her hair.
In the hollow of the night
When you are cold and numb
You hear her talking freely then,
Shes happy that youve come,
Shes happy that youve come.
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Nancy
It seems so long ago,
Nancy was alone,
Looking ate the late late show
Through a semi-precious stone.
In the house of honesty
Her father was on trial,
In the house of mystery
There was no one at all,
There was no one at all.
It seems so long ago,
None of us were strong;
Nancy wore green stockings
And she slept with everyone.
She never said shed wait for us
Although she was alone,
I think she fell in love for us
In nineteen sixty one,
In nineteen sixty one.
It seems so long ago,
Nancy was alone,
A forty five beside her head,
An open telephone.
We told her she was beautiful,
We told her she was free
But none of us would meet her in
The house of mystery,
The house of mystery.
And now you look around you,
See her everywhere,
Many use her body,
Many comb her hair.
In the hollow of the night
When you are cold and numb
You hear her talking freely then,
Shes happy that youve come,
Shes happy that youve come.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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We Are One-We Suffer Together
The Revolution lives…
Mind pollution gives
A reason to this game
A season with no name
A rapture's what we'll call it,
No, you just cannot stall it!
Giving in…seduced by dark
No longer just a Question Mark
Asking why? Or, how? Or, when?
In the dark-yes yet again!
We succumb to all the death around us
We feed and lie
As the rest surround us
A taste so pure
So bloody, fresh
We bite down
Upon the flesh
The sharpest fangs-
They pierce the skin!
And, then this revolution
Does begin…
Taking over, we steal their souls.
In the dark
So nobody knows!
We will win
We will fight
On we go-we feed, we bite!
We stand tall, we have risen
Up above; And now they listen!
Victory
We now know…
In the sunsless slime;
As they scream: "NO! "
© copyright 2011 Nicole Settimi/Dark Lyric Poetry
Dark Lyric Poetry by The Dark Artist Nicole Settimi
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Have You Ever Been To Hell?
Have you ever been to hell?
Well, I can show you how it looks
It sits inside a needle
Guarded by the crooks
All the Devil's children
Stealing souls by day
No matter if we beg
Or, what we do or say
They take away our freedom
They cuff and tie us down
We try to scream out loud
Yet, we cannot make a sound!
The Devil's guards' they are
They sit outside the cage
Dressed in body armour
And, filled with only rage
And, once you're locked inside
You cannot even breathe
So, you better just prepare-
And, remember you can't leave
Poison it does come-
In many forms and shades
It tears apart the people
Who become the Devil's slaves
Fighting for a way
To try and stop the demons
As they enter deep inside
You can hear the victim's screaming
Yet, no exorcism works
The soul it has been taken
The pain is overriden
As the life has been forsaken
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Transfixed.
I lay in a coffin
Rest my eyes, as I close the lid
Now finally of
-This sorrow, I now rid.
As my body grows limp
And, my breaths start to lessen
A gun slides in my mouth
As I pull the trigger of this wesson
Spewing through the air;
Blood surely splatters
The sound is so raw-
It's mixed with organic matter
The brain; it flatlines.
As does the heart
Farewell to the soul;
Was there even one from the start?
Peaceful and rested
Now I shall seem
Lost in death's trance
Tossed within the dream
Eyes now left nothing-
But, a blank lifeless stare.
Donned in all black.
Peace now fills the air
Waving goodbye
From a place deep within
No longer convinced
This suicide is a sin
Empty and dead
Yes, dead to the core.
I dreamed of this vision.
Yes, I dreamt it before
Now in my death
I find solace and peace
I find my soul at ease
As I now lay deceased.
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Nancy Drew was always changing her outfits. I despised girls' clothing, I couldn't wait to get home from school and get out of it. The last thing I wanted to read was minute descriptions of Nancy's frocks.
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Everybody that loves Nancy loves it in a slightly condescending way. Nancy is comics reduced to their most elemental level.
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Just a Horror Picture
Look into my face
Look into my mind
If it's sanity you look for
It's what you probably will not find
Gone are the days
That I had peace of mind
The contract has expired
And I signed the dotted line
There was once a world
A world I thought I knew
But, along with my sanity
That world is gone now too
And, now I sit here stuck
I'm living in this hell
Drugs they did take over
It's my soul that I did sell
I sold it to the devil
As I shot another bag
And, now I sit in pain
And, scream and choke, and gag
But, I cannot stop these cravings
I cannot quit this stuff
The pain it is too real
The addiction is too rough
It's like a scary movie
That I dream to just rewind
Or pause or just start over
But, there's no button I can find
So on I go with living
But, it's drugs that I must quit
Because, I cannot take another day
Living on this sh*t.
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