Let your best obsessions consume you
It was time to post something new here and not the usual dreary prose either. At the start of the year I challenged myself to dig into archives and start editing and putting manuscript ideas together. It’s tough work and I needed a side project, something different but not altogether different so I decided to try and write some lines and excerpts from another perspective, i.e in character. To use my already and often flamboyant doll cast was an obvious choice. Writing as Isaac is still one of my favourite writing things, but don’t tell him. I thought it would be fun to share this exercise and dare to post something that is in my thinking far from finished or worthy even. Instead of the usual edit until you can edit no more. I gave myself about a week’s time.
I thought about doing presentations of the poetic texts but then I realised that explaining emotions is extremely surplus. Each doll character got their own text and you don’t really need to get their whole backstory here. It’s not a quiz anyway and there’s no wrong way of reading them. Go crazy!
Do it in your own way, it’s the right way. ❤
The good fight (Nir’s view)
the men in constricting uniforms
a good reason for laughter
which is deadly as they chase us
chase after a greater love they cannot grasp
all they do is to fall harder onto ground
how can they in such uniform say that they hate me
they don’t know me
pass me the knife
I will lie here in the dirt thinking of other days
of all that stuck to our eyes
to our skin, each of the precious smells
even in the stench from starvation
grows that rose-on-skin delight
you made me used to a colder skin
uniforms come and kick the breath out of me
more fool them, now I can feel even closer to love
do they see my grin while I lay there
broken and humiliated
that is love; it is salvation from idiocy
they don’t know how to master
I’ll take that to wherever I’m going
I can hear singing for hope
heard about faith on trial
and the dethroning of God
we learn how much pain
a human body can hold
how empty words can be
what freedom could there possibly be
Here?
and what do I find?
laughter for the chose men
in service of mad lightning
a little more of sky (Isaac’s view)
I know the world has gone terrifying
and it’s harder than it needs to find trust
just look up at the sky
we will always be part of that
two stars walking
I know your heart bleeds
how much conflict you’ve taken
all them days
all them steps
and we still have to face some more
remember then – you made me smile in an instant
can’t say it won’t hurt
when they beat you – remember
it will heal, even when alone
when they chase your spirit – remember
strength you never knew you had
when they threaten death – then it’s time
you will leave breathing
we are among the vengeful
and will stand again
you’ll feel the electric pulse
feel more than you ever have
it’s how it ends
don’t be sad
we will never fall again, until
it’s time to pass love on
die so that they can live
before then, you’ll see the open sky a few times more
the candied apple (Mist’s view)
I’m in no need of being showed how
to live
to shop the right things
to believe in the right sort of people
I know passion
I can find beauty
take myself to tea
eat an extra piece of chocolate
make cake for one
and still be amazing
lose myself in music
and find myself in books
not care for hate
and love me – just as
It’s true that sometimes you strike gold in another
one that lifts me, even more
and that’s a solid – go for
but there’s also always me
for me
The maker (Nemesis’ view)
Oh, you were the sweetest man
until they took that flower you adore
crushed it between patriarchy and good old greed
now obsessed, with the time they ripped from us
when they split me open and left to die
go, heal my broken shield
My love, I know what you did
I felt the cost of rage
and all the blood you took
to try and give mine back
oh love, if only it worked so
these hands set for vengeance
if only they could wipe away those secret tears
and set you free once more
return the passion for life that grows around you
I’d give anything
Oh sweet man, will justice find you?
will they spare your wicked heart
don’t you dash the kindness you still have
against their sinister games
this flower does not wither so easily
the essence of it saved long before its death
you gave the power to give to those wronged
I wish you could see that legacy
I lament the roads we have to take
to walk the place of gods – alone
Jack
Without her sparkle
Purpose has left me
In a house of despair
New girl
you have yet
to find my
name
it’s out there
somewhere
livning it up neon-
style
waiting to be chosen by
kissed
on the forehead
sleeping
in bed
best when made
fresh
or so I have yet to find
out
what it means
to be
on all days
Light bringer (Lucifer’s view)
clearly you don’t know how it is
you think strength of darkness is harm
that it makes you worthy
darkness means, open to fathering that inside light
to face the embrace of endless love
all days – without question
it’s prepared to be hurt when she’s hurting
to hold her – above
far from those ancient games and foes
to guard her life within my span
and if you cut her voice down
the wrath of hell will consume
and spit you out in heaven
with the rest of the wretched righteous
and nonguilty
if you hail me:
you’ll lay your life down for her
and enjoy her honouring you
the truest path lies –
behind the most feared of all
the all loving, moody and brilliant
Daughter of mine!
Isaac's Dollhouse 