Writing samples of non-published works

I took several of my writings down because I felt they didn't belong here anymore, & they were quite old. Lately I haven't really been motivated to write anything new. The only time I do seem to write anything is in my Live Journal.

Hopefully one day inspiration will strike me again & I'll come back to writing. For now I'll use this section of my website for showcasing my writings, artwork, & photography.


Old Writings;

I. Meat

Your just a piece of meat
A piece of juicy meat
Dripping with blood
& your drained in splendor
as the maggots wiggle & squiggle through your tasty treat
as the rats devour your flesh
& the swines grind on you like pork rinds

 

II. I Don't Know Her Anymore

She plays in the daisy fields, & I don´t know her anymore
She talks to the beetles, & I don´t know her anymore
She scrapes her knee & bleeds, & I don´t know her anymore
She goes into the river to touch the mossy rocks, & I don´t know her anymore
She falls & drowns, & I don´t know her anymore
She's dead to me & I don´t know her anymore

 

III. I Think They Rather

Note: This is a very special poem & has a very deep meaning to me.

I think they rather see me torn to shreads
I think they rather see me wind up dead
I think they rather see me consumed in hate
I think they rather let me decide my fate
I think they rather see me alone & forlorn
I think they rather see me picking at my skin
Then seeing how I feel inside from within
I think they rather see me in my lonely state
I think they rather see me disguised in hate
I think they rather see me sad
I think they rather see me feeling bad
I think they rather see me frown then smile
I think they rather see me lost in denile
I think they rather see me cry
I think they rather see me die
I think they rather see my grave
Than watch me walking down the streets with my head held up high
I think they rather see me die
I think they rather see me drown in pills
Than drown in love & daffodils
I think they rather see my scars
Than see me at night chasing stars
I think they rather bury me
Than see me glad & in prosperity

 

IV. To Sleep Is Forbidden

They pull at her legs & watch over her ever so sweetly
They bathe in her scent & come for what´s meant
& disguise themselves in her sheets ever so neatly
& they try & they try to pull her away for the time that is spent
As she tries not to sleep & they crawl at her feet ever so sweetly
She waits for the day when it will all go away for the time that is spent
Drenched in torment as she tries to be calm for the moment is gone ever so sweetly


Copyright Sophia Elizabeth Cerveny March 2006

 

V. The Tools Of Misery

The Tools Of Misery

Part I

The tools they lay in a state of misery
The tools became a state of misery
The tools proclaim a state of misery
The tools domain a state of exile
The tools remain a state of misery

Part II

They scrape away revealing flesh
They fade away preceding death
They rot away & remain in a state of decay
They rot away & reveal a dying day
They rot away & fade away


Copyright Sophia Elizabeth Cerveny (A.K.A. Industrial Surgeon) 2006

 

VI. Treasure Chest

she hides in the treasure chest
afraid to open the lid & peer beyond
she fears the wicked little girl
who yet sings such a lovely song
she fears she´ll crush her dreams
bringing her beyond the extremes
she hides in her treasure chest
unwinding spells & falling apart at the seams

 

VII. Medication X.

your almost gone & i don´t want to feel your dependence
1/4 of you & soon there will be none
you invaded my body for far to long
6 years to be exact, intoxicated me internally & externally
leaving me numb
i do not believe you made me cry less & lifted my thoughts
it was my own will & my own fate
that let me throw you down the sink
& now as i think afar i know that i never really ever needed you at all
you poisoned me with stolen thoughts & stolen dreams
& never really comforted me as it seems
when you are gone, i hope you rid my body of your depth
& do not pollute my internal organs with disease
you took over my body & thought you could control it
but you were wrong
& now that i no longer weep as often as i did before
i know that you soon will be far gone
because in that midst of that emptiness i felt for all those years
i know you no longer need me, i know i no longer need you
so depart as a stranger & not as a friend because that is
something that you never were
& now that i feel at ease, do not come back to haunt me please
because forever in my dreams, life is exactly as it seems
& you will no longer be here to taunt me, & i will no longer call
your name
because in my thoughts you are dead, & that is how it was meant
to end, my dear non-friend

 

More Recent Writings;

 

New writings that have been posted are marked with a (*).

At Trial - *

We are at trial with our Teacher at the moment. We look like dogs with sad looks on our faces.

But we are not sad - we are mad - from within. His voice is paper thin like a silenced violin.

Tiny pools of electric tears - *

The tears inside my eyes - oh how they mesmerize. Tears that are a product of a fabrication of an annihilation. The venom that spews blood red - it won't be off with my head.

Production -*

Production - construction - Destruction. The venom that destroys a bodily function.

An electric chair - and eclectic chair - silver chair - I am the heir.

Bodily Functions - *

The mind it ponders - the vine it wanders.
The life it sickens ' the faith it thickens.
The balance between good & evil - good & bad - bad or good?
The Ying & Yang of Brotherhood.
The light through darkness - the darkness through light.


The light it switches - from off to on.
The heart that shatters - the heart that matters.
The love inside is not always found from the outside.
Inside & outside.
Internal beauty - external fury.
The smile it sends - the heart it mends.

Help me get rid of it

They put me on this medication
where I can't even live my life
anymore. I have to be watched.
They peer with their eyes. They
are like my soulless body-guards.
They just keep dragging themselves
along following my every move as
they trace my footsteps.


One moment I am filled with
laughter the next I am torn to
shreds. I bleed internally because
of this at times I don't want to
bleed externally.


I want my life back. I want it
back now.


Those crystal teardrops that
dribble down my cheeks are not
real but just product of a
fabrication of a medication that's
an abhomination.


The medication x has exited the
building the medication xx has
just entered the building.


I spew the venom. I hate the
venom. I curse the venom. I abhor
the venom. I despise the venom. I
want to get rid of the venom.


But as a pied piper I follow their
guidelines, their rules, & sit on
the side-lines.


I follow them as a blind mouse. I
follow them because I love them. I
follow the who? because the one's
I love brought me back to Doctor
who?


Help me get rid of this medication
XX.


Help me get past this, help me get
through.


Re-wind & Re-cycle

Forwards & backwards. Re-wind & re-cycle & just repeat the cycle. Re-cycle, rewind. In movement & motion she silences the notion.

Bubbly (x 2) - Troubly (x 2)

She doesn't want to drink the poison. She weakens, she withers, but yet as the process commences she evolves into something & silences the senses. A poison so deadly, so lethal, so dark will not ever, never ever, shatter her Dear bleeding heart.

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Change

The change it's inevitable. As a flower withers & dies it also learns to bloom through change.

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This really will make no sense to anyone else unless I post a further explanation about it on my journal. I'd like to keep my copy cats with the mystery a flight.

All writings Copyright to Sophia Elizabeth Cerveny Dominguez (me!)

All these writings belong to me! If you use them or abuse them in anyway i will find you. If you would like to use them for something you can always email me, but I really doubt I'd let anyone use something as personal as my writings/artwork.

Photography/Graphic Design;

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