I am sinking further, though I wish not to.
I want to be the one who stands through it all-
even as the ground pulls me under.
To laugh in the face of hardship.
To gain the quality of perseverance,
I really want to be...
Stronger.
20.4.10
18.4.10
Fatal
Who is to stay?
In this place where there is nothing.
Where all there can be is a strive to be broken
To be left out in the open.
Yes broken.
Betrayed? Think not such things.
Tis not true I hath reason to believe.
Believe that this is merely a corruption of
Who is, who was, who never bore the eye of the seer.
Talking in riddles, can you understand dear?
Withstand the scorching anger, if you can.
This is a reprimand.
Act as if nothing is wrong.
Smile sweetie it will all be over once your gone.
Knife that grazes, cuts your cheek.
My darling I'm sorry I missed the threads of red underneath.
That cool pale skin, the blood flowing within.
Cut it, cut,
Bleed.
Can you still breathe?
Should I cut deeper?
LAUGH, I command thee to do this for me.
Kissing your cheek, biting at it-
Vampire you say?
No darling.
I am a in-sane.
You see?
My lip is dripping with the velvet of your gashed cheek.
Would you like some?
Yes, I can share.
Open your mouth-
Yes that's a dear.
Psychotic gleam in these eyes-
You try to pry, the dagger from my cold grip, but my sweet you cannot escape this.
Taste the bliss-
This is my fatal kiss.
In this place where there is nothing.
Where all there can be is a strive to be broken
To be left out in the open.
Yes broken.
Betrayed? Think not such things.
Tis not true I hath reason to believe.
Believe that this is merely a corruption of
Who is, who was, who never bore the eye of the seer.
Talking in riddles, can you understand dear?
Withstand the scorching anger, if you can.
This is a reprimand.
Act as if nothing is wrong.
Smile sweetie it will all be over once your gone.
Knife that grazes, cuts your cheek.
My darling I'm sorry I missed the threads of red underneath.
That cool pale skin, the blood flowing within.
Cut it, cut,
Bleed.
Can you still breathe?
Should I cut deeper?
LAUGH, I command thee to do this for me.
Kissing your cheek, biting at it-
Vampire you say?
No darling.
I am a in-sane.
You see?
My lip is dripping with the velvet of your gashed cheek.
Would you like some?
Yes, I can share.
Open your mouth-
Yes that's a dear.
Psychotic gleam in these eyes-
You try to pry, the dagger from my cold grip, but my sweet you cannot escape this.
Taste the bliss-
This is my fatal kiss.
30.3.10
Haywire
Images, images deep in my mind.
Killing me, killing me without another a drop of blood.
Am I slowly losing this war?
No, the battle, the war is lost.
Has been since I entered this battleground.
Emptiness lingers, in a space, void that cannot be filled-
God filled the other, or he continues to.
I cannot think like this.
This torture some feeling deep inside my mind?
No, not there, for it was there I would be visited by thoughts most unkind
In my unconsciousness.
Where I long for something I can never have.
Because that is the fate bestowed upon me.
Is this fair? Fair to even begin to think like this?
I think not, but it is not meant to be,
Notice,
Notice-
Stop!
Silence your fingers,
Another sentence more and thy might hath revealed thine
Most ashamed thoughts.
Thoughts that cause us chaos.
Yes, sweet chaos builds up steadily.
Break into pieces,
I feel I will.
Never think.
I never stop.
Thinking of you.
Where you are.
Silence! Treacherous fingers!
By the damned you betray me so!
Cut.
Killing me, killing me without another a drop of blood.
Am I slowly losing this war?
No, the battle, the war is lost.
Has been since I entered this battleground.
Emptiness lingers, in a space, void that cannot be filled-
God filled the other, or he continues to.
I cannot think like this.
This torture some feeling deep inside my mind?
No, not there, for it was there I would be visited by thoughts most unkind
In my unconsciousness.
Where I long for something I can never have.
Because that is the fate bestowed upon me.
Is this fair? Fair to even begin to think like this?
I think not, but it is not meant to be,
Notice,
Notice-
Stop!
Silence your fingers,
Another sentence more and thy might hath revealed thine
Most ashamed thoughts.
Thoughts that cause us chaos.
Yes, sweet chaos builds up steadily.
Break into pieces,
I feel I will.
Never think.
I never stop.
Thinking of you.
Where you are.
Silence! Treacherous fingers!
By the damned you betray me so!
Cut.
29.3.10
Other
On the other side,
I will write.
On the other side,
You will see,
All that there is to me.
Here I am silent,
Here I am kind.
Here you are blind.
We are all, valentines
Kept in the hearts of all who care about us.
Friends, companions.
Where is there to turn next?
Facial expressions that lack the true nature.
For secretive beings are we.
Am I.
Closed.
I will write.
On the other side,
You will see,
All that there is to me.
Here I am silent,
Here I am kind.
Here you are blind.
We are all, valentines
Kept in the hearts of all who care about us.
Friends, companions.
Where is there to turn next?
Facial expressions that lack the true nature.
For secretive beings are we.
Am I.
Closed.
25.3.10
Lucid
I must know if I stand here idly
Will thou ever see me?
I am fading more with each thought,
I know I cannot.
Yet, still I do.
Awakened in my dreams, turned nightmares.
I do miss thee.
Will thou ever see me?
I am fading more with each thought,
I know I cannot.
Yet, still I do.
Awakened in my dreams, turned nightmares.
I do miss thee.
17.3.10
Chosen
There is a thought in the midst
Tucked away beyond the chaos, deep in the abyss.
A decision must be met, with unwavering confidence.
It must be met.
A smile as sweet, seen only once or so.
Eyes like that of the seas, mesmerizing.
A choice to be made.
Which one? Dost thou love?
Art thou lost amid thy own mind's
Madness?
Discontentment?
Or merely the third is what captures thy deepest void.
Within the folds of of fabric surrounding the walls of thy heart,
Is the voice of the one thy has chosen, yet-
Tis not meant to be.
For thy ist but a common flower amongst the brightly colored orchids.
Not in appearance, but in appeal.
The voice will never hear thy.
So, tis best thou returns to I.
I will never forsake thee.
Thou and Me,
Tis all I shalt ever need.
Tucked away beyond the chaos, deep in the abyss.
A decision must be met, with unwavering confidence.
It must be met.
A smile as sweet, seen only once or so.
Eyes like that of the seas, mesmerizing.
A choice to be made.
Which one? Dost thou love?
Art thou lost amid thy own mind's
Madness?
Discontentment?
Or merely the third is what captures thy deepest void.
Within the folds of of fabric surrounding the walls of thy heart,
Is the voice of the one thy has chosen, yet-
Tis not meant to be.
For thy ist but a common flower amongst the brightly colored orchids.
Not in appearance, but in appeal.
The voice will never hear thy.
So, tis best thou returns to I.
I will never forsake thee.
Thou and Me,
Tis all I shalt ever need.
12.2.10
Ground
Possessed by an unforeseen force.
Broken words mean nothing.
Valiant effort-
Loss.
Failure is all that's left of the one who
Could never stand on their own.
Ground shakes no longer, instead it pulls one under.
Breaking that poor sadistic soul's grinning nature-
With pain beyond imagination.
Broken words mean nothing.
Valiant effort-
Loss.
Failure is all that's left of the one who
Could never stand on their own.
Ground shakes no longer, instead it pulls one under.
Breaking that poor sadistic soul's grinning nature-
With pain beyond imagination.
8.2.10
See
In this world,
There are those who see.
And those who can see.
Forget all you know.
Yes, forget it all.
For you cannot see, if you are who see.
Open your eyes unto me.
Realize the truth is what you seek.
Hear the voices of those you'd never believe-
Singled out, singled out.
You must believe, without a doubt.
That you were singled out,
That you were found,
That you are not the only one.
There are few,
There are some.
Here, close to you.
They are those who can see.
The questions is...
Are you?
There are those who see.
And those who can see.
Forget all you know.
Yes, forget it all.
For you cannot see, if you are who see.
Open your eyes unto me.
Realize the truth is what you seek.
Hear the voices of those you'd never believe-
Singled out, singled out.
You must believe, without a doubt.
That you were singled out,
That you were found,
That you are not the only one.
There are few,
There are some.
Here, close to you.
They are those who can see.
The questions is...
Are you?
30.1.10
Known, Was Known
The theme of the day,
Is imagination's image.
Imagine a world where all is as was known.
Can you see it?
Daylight savings, measured by the light's last rays.
Time stopped merely because it was thought to be stopped.
Death, a reality.
Life, an illusion.
Everything that is known,
Was known.
No longer the same.
Grape vines on the land-
Swirled around that vineyard fence.
Cart full of rainbows-
No silly, the one's from the sky.
Faerie dust, and wishes granted.
Because all that is known,
Was known.
Is imagination's image.
Imagine a world where all is as was known.
Can you see it?
Daylight savings, measured by the light's last rays.
Time stopped merely because it was thought to be stopped.
Death, a reality.
Life, an illusion.
Everything that is known,
Was known.
No longer the same.
Grape vines on the land-
Swirled around that vineyard fence.
Cart full of rainbows-
No silly, the one's from the sky.
Faerie dust, and wishes granted.
Because all that is known,
Was known.
29.1.10
A Dollar A Day
A dollar a day,
That all he needs.
To make a living he needs,
He pleads.
Just a dollar a day.
He's drunk again, doesn't realize
His wife left him.
He doesn't know what happened.
Years have passed since that day.
Still he will say,
"A Dollar A Day"
In his drunk stupor,
Vision hazed.
Fifteen years old,
Didn't realize he was cold.
Cold as ice in that snow.
Picked up off the streets,
Dressed, nice- neat.
Cleaned up and ready for the week.
That was his past-
In the end he fell back.
To that bottle,
He couldn't be held back.
50 years old.
Out in the cold.
This drink was his last.
That all he needs.
To make a living he needs,
He pleads.
Just a dollar a day.
He's drunk again, doesn't realize
His wife left him.
He doesn't know what happened.
Years have passed since that day.
Still he will say,
"A Dollar A Day"
In his drunk stupor,
Vision hazed.
Fifteen years old,
Didn't realize he was cold.
Cold as ice in that snow.
Picked up off the streets,
Dressed, nice- neat.
Cleaned up and ready for the week.
That was his past-
In the end he fell back.
To that bottle,
He couldn't be held back.
50 years old.
Out in the cold.
This drink was his last.
28.1.10
Just A Poem
These feelings,
This thought that haunts.
Far away in that deep valley of lies.
Herald to the coming of the end.
Alone, my sweet.
Alone.
Take me home.
Drive me crazy.
Spin me 'round until my vision gets hazy.
Calling, calling,
Waiting, waiting.
This thought that haunts.
Far away in that deep valley of lies.
Herald to the coming of the end.
Alone, my sweet.
Alone.
Take me home.
Drive me crazy.
Spin me 'round until my vision gets hazy.
Calling, calling,
Waiting, waiting.
26.1.10
Dark 2
Glowing dim light is ever brighter in this dark.
I want to hold it tighter and never let go as I fall deep into this shadow.
I am light, I am dark-
Twilight being from the moon's waning rays.
These are my feelings of the past.
The feelings that haunt me in my sleep.
The ones I long to never speak.
My voice is quiet, my voice is weak.
I wish to say I can no longer be,
That person that was all that they could try and be,
An image, a fake, a dream of me,
The way you wanted that which was not me
I wanted you to want me but you could not see.
This is the day in my heart where I am lost in the dark,
You return always on this day-
wiping everything else, everyone else away gone.
You take me away.
On this day, always.
I want to hold it tighter and never let go as I fall deep into this shadow.
I am light, I am dark-
Twilight being from the moon's waning rays.
These are my feelings of the past.
The feelings that haunt me in my sleep.
The ones I long to never speak.
My voice is quiet, my voice is weak.
I wish to say I can no longer be,
That person that was all that they could try and be,
An image, a fake, a dream of me,
The way you wanted that which was not me
I wanted you to want me but you could not see.
This is the day in my heart where I am lost in the dark,
You return always on this day-
wiping everything else, everyone else away gone.
You take me away.
On this day, always.
25.1.10
Dark 1
Eyes are closed.
Writing in darkness.
Truth will be known.
By the end of this poem.
This is a fear.
Yes. it is a fear.
Unknowing of what the hands will write.
What the hands will reveal
From this soul's
Dark secrets.
Unsteady gazes linger in the depths-
Memories.
Memories of that which have been wept.
This is all in the dark.
Yes all in the dark
Writing, writing
What Is secret even to my heart.
Writing in darkness.
Truth will be known.
By the end of this poem.
This is a fear.
Yes. it is a fear.
Unknowing of what the hands will write.
What the hands will reveal
From this soul's
Dark secrets.
Unsteady gazes linger in the depths-
Memories.
Memories of that which have been wept.
This is all in the dark.
Yes all in the dark
Writing, writing
What Is secret even to my heart.
Skin
How many days has it been?
Brushing away the layers of skin,
Skin that just doesn't belong anymore.
Because it's old.
Older than the rest.
Flaking off one's shoulders,
Like the sins they once had.
Holds of a different nature,
Of living messes.
Correctly diagnosed as
Skin's old tresses.
Brushing away the layers of skin,
Skin that just doesn't belong anymore.
Because it's old.
Older than the rest.
Flaking off one's shoulders,
Like the sins they once had.
Holds of a different nature,
Of living messes.
Correctly diagnosed as
Skin's old tresses.
24.1.10
Flicker
In the flicker of the flame,
Life is lived.
Just to keep one sane.
Life is lived.
Battling out the doubts that surface, life is-
Life was.
Reconsider those consequences,
That cause the flame to flicker.
Do not let it flicker.
Life is lived.
Just to keep one sane.
Life is lived.
Battling out the doubts that surface, life is-
Life was.
Reconsider those consequences,
That cause the flame to flicker.
Do not let it flicker.
21.1.10
Colorful Dead
Awake, asleep.
Beautifully invisible.
Can you see the dust slowly fading?
Violet rays of sunshine,
Moonlight always red.
Colorful world to live in.
Colorful world of the dead.
Beautifully invisible.
Can you see the dust slowly fading?
Violet rays of sunshine,
Moonlight always red.
Colorful world to live in.
Colorful world of the dead.
20.1.10
Dreams
In a wishing mood,
People dream.
Dream that which they wish to see.
Forget the laws of physics,
They will not let life have a limit.
Because people dream,
And dreams will always be.
People dream.
Dream that which they wish to see.
Forget the laws of physics,
They will not let life have a limit.
Because people dream,
And dreams will always be.
19.1.10
Untitled Day
Bright and shiny days are here.
Lost in this ridiculous notion of fear.
Bold confessions never left one so broken.
Wishing to hear the sleeping bird's cry.
As it whispers to the night,
Good bye.
Good bye sweet night, bringer of light.
Good bye for it is time.
Time for all to end,
And all to be left together.
Lost in this ridiculous notion of fear.
Bold confessions never left one so broken.
Wishing to hear the sleeping bird's cry.
As it whispers to the night,
Good bye.
Good bye sweet night, bringer of light.
Good bye for it is time.
Time for all to end,
And all to be left together.
18.1.10
Thoughts
Far from this which you see.
Hear the whispers up close,
Closer to your ear.
Intoxicating scene of pure essence-
Long lost to this world.
Voices clearly speaking-
Slowly fading.
Fading.
Fading.
Hear the whispers up close,
Closer to your ear.
Intoxicating scene of pure essence-
Long lost to this world.
Voices clearly speaking-
Slowly fading.
Fading.
Fading.
17.1.10
Take
We know more than we let on.
About that long droned on song.
The way the ground shakes,
When we think of ways to fully understand its shape.
Those who have heard are those who have seen,
All that there is in this world to be.
A mystery, a garden.
Here.
Gone.
Always what we want,
We take from.
About that long droned on song.
The way the ground shakes,
When we think of ways to fully understand its shape.
Those who have heard are those who have seen,
All that there is in this world to be.
A mystery, a garden.
Here.
Gone.
Always what we want,
We take from.
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