Imagine this place, that is in my heart
Where drops of lilacs bloom, fall through the air.
If tear drops are shed, it's not grief, it's art
So majestic, on par with a white mare.
Suddenly. Reality knocking down
Doors; pillaging; destroying; bombastic!
Angels fly, observing, suddenly drown.
This world has become iconoclastic.
The choir now sings, voices piercing the shroud.
Burning through chaos, restoring order
Erasing traces of the mushroom cloud.
Freezing this sudden manic disorder.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Monday, April 30, 2012
Salt and Pepper
Salt and black pepper, what can be
any better? Both spice up eggs
The thought of you two makes me cry.
I eat your other half tonight
You two are much the same, so why
With so much similarity
Must you be separated in
Separate bottles, tucked together
Always in view of each other,
But never together, until
Your on the breakfast plate together.
any better? Both spice up eggs
The thought of you two makes me cry.
I eat your other half tonight
You two are much the same, so why
With so much similarity
Must you be separated in
Separate bottles, tucked together
Always in view of each other,
But never together, until
Your on the breakfast plate together.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Cold
I wake up. My body shivering in the cold darkness.
I could feel my drenched bottoms and wet socks, it's wetness chilling my bones.
Struggling to help myself up, shuffling my feet; the warm wet environment inside of my boots sends a disgusting shiver down my spine.
Every step I take, is torture, as water is felt squirting out of my soles; the cool water flowing through my toes as they are absorbed once more, through my already wet socks back into my boots.
"Will this journey ever end?" I ask myself this as I look forward into the formidable darkness, a thick cloak doing little to warm me against the night.
I could feel my drenched bottoms and wet socks, it's wetness chilling my bones.
Struggling to help myself up, shuffling my feet; the warm wet environment inside of my boots sends a disgusting shiver down my spine.
Every step I take, is torture, as water is felt squirting out of my soles; the cool water flowing through my toes as they are absorbed once more, through my already wet socks back into my boots.
"Will this journey ever end?" I ask myself this as I look forward into the formidable darkness, a thick cloak doing little to warm me against the night.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Quotes I love
"I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every other part of my body is broken too." - Missy Altijd
So true.
"Giving up doesn't always mean your weak; sometimes it means you are strong enough to let go" - Author Unknown
Yep, I am too weak according to this. Not strong enough to do what is right at all.
So true.
"Giving up doesn't always mean your weak; sometimes it means you are strong enough to let go" - Author Unknown
Yep, I am too weak according to this. Not strong enough to do what is right at all.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Hit in the face
Running down the field
Speed was my shield
My eyes on the objective
So tragic when I see in perspective
That when the objective took flight
I then had lost all of my sight
The world became black in my eyes
My ears perversely ringing cry
My body feels all numb
As I then fall and succumb
To dull nothingness
Speed was my shield
My eyes on the objective
So tragic when I see in perspective
That when the objective took flight
I then had lost all of my sight
The world became black in my eyes
My ears perversely ringing cry
My body feels all numb
As I then fall and succumb
To dull nothingness
Monday, April 2, 2012
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"This love, this hate is burning me away [...] I don't want to live this destiny, it goes on endlessly"
- Hollywood Undead, "This love, This hate"
Just what it says, how to end it? Just stop? I reply with "Hell no fuck that!" - Hollywood Undead, "Black Dahlia"
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Messed, My head is
I awake to sterile white halls
The blurred vision of a document in my hands
With the echo of a gasp, the whisper of distraught
Feeling the outline of your name
My mouth turns salty and dry, as
With a waft of dry blood,
Cringing up my nose
It cannot be what I fear most...
Thank the lord, it was only a nightmare.
The blurred vision of a document in my hands
With the echo of a gasp, the whisper of distraught
Feeling the outline of your name
My mouth turns salty and dry, as
With a waft of dry blood,
Cringing up my nose
It cannot be what I fear most...
Thank the lord, it was only a nightmare.
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