another unwantedby the light of a dying dayi retreatas unhappily as my heart could beat,as breaths could sing,Did I ever choose?I think not.just give a hushed "oh well."seal it with am a gic s p ell,you're justANOTHERt a l e totell?
Do YouRestlessness Thy eyes see no polished diamondJust thy swollen fallacies
IllusionIridescent illusions fleeting across a crumbling path,as trembling hands sewwhat is left ofa lovely visage.Imminent disastersthat send the worldfalling to its knees,as the backdrop of the universebends against the willof its god,and the fear-stricken childrenof this realm are demolishedupon swimming in never-ending flowsof hate and ignorance.Open your eyes,all that seems to be beneficialto your rotting human existence,will drain you of your will to live.Your body, like the discards of a dull recordon a lifeless day,will be disposed oflike the waste of flesh that it is.
WaitI have to take a second look,delve into the past that has shaped the sufferings of my mind,I stepped on the shards of the mirror,my blood covers the floor.I realize that I am barefoot, that I am not breathing.Who is this?A scar sits upon my chest, from where I attemptedto pierce my lungs,but the few tears I criedwere those of happiness.What have I become?I am confused,all the papers have been scattered, and I searchfor the one that bears the truth,as soon as the building is set to flames.I inhale the smoke.Too familiar of a feeling.
HazinessHaziness of the lights, blurred visionbreath shortened to weak rasps,hands frail, the weapon is dropped,and into the room the rest run.Faces looming above, they stare you down,eyes filled with fight, tears falling,cries echoing,echoing,echoing in the chambers of my mind.Go away.Cloth to neck,panic and fury,our eyes meet.Slight smile, clothing is colored bright.Final sight of your lips, and darkness floods,as faint sirens screechin the distance.
You and ILingering through my dreams,Grasping my hand,in a gentle dance,across the field of swaying flowers.Holding you close,embracing against the shine of the sun,soothed by the touch of the wind.And laying in the rain,just you and I,hoping to be yours till the end of time.I close my eyes,and hopetill the beating of the rainceases.
I Love YouI love you more than anythingmore than anyone,I'll miss you more than I miss anything,even the bliss that I had lostI want you more than my hidden desiresthat tug at my aching heartBut it seems that you have ran off,out of my arms,and out of sightAnd I'm sorryfor saying all the wrong words,and being all the wrong things.I love youso even if you don't come back,my love will forever be for no one but you.
To Whom it Doesn't ConcernHello.I've truly realized how none of you care.You act as if you do, but in the end, you are concerned with no one but yourselves.I had never asked for much. A simple kindness was worth too much to give, it seems, but I understand.I wasn't the person you were looking to give it to.I learned that I've never wanted to be.Never wanted to breathe, never wanted to live.Mostly because, there is nothing worth living for, not even myself.Why must I suffer? Why do I let myself face this agony and this pain?You say that this is selfish, because it'll only inflict pain upon others, but there'll be none.Because you don't care.It is selfish of you to degrade me for wanting release, for letting me crumble and wither away.But you don't care.You're just like everyone else. And hopefully you will suffer just as much as I have to.It's unbearable. It's indescribable.It's consumed me.I've turned into this monster.And it's time that I rid the world of it.Farewell.
I don't careI no longer careIt's just a mere wound,just another drop of blood,and just a little sob.It becomes routine,part of the coldness of your hearts.Please tell me why God has chosen meto live on this planet.Somberly, along this oppressive path.I wanted nothing.And you got everything.
if you can hear me from thereyou are zipping up my jacketand your hands look broken.I'm the cold sweat on your foreheadand the copy of the copyof the last girl who tried to save you.the truth is, I don't want your bony,bony fingers to ever change.now I'm in a small book storereading Scar Tissue by Anthony Kiedis andI want to know why the clocks are tickingand why the walls are breathing louder than the people.I want to run faster than my heart can handleon these wet seven a.m. streets.can't I just collapse and live here until you find me?we're soaking our hands in the liquidsin our cups in our mouths in our mindsbecause our drinks have been spiked with unconsciousness,and deep down, we all just want to escape.I want to wait in your car as you stand in line,waiting for the beautiful girl you only seewhen you're asleep. I know I'm far from you,but dear, dreams are even further away. butmaybe we're more alive in our dreamsand we're asleep when we think we're awake.maybe it's all backwards and
Simdi Bir Yerlerde"Gün günden odamın şeklini alıyorum"ŞİMDİ BİR YERLERDEŞimdi bir yerlerde topraklara su döküyor kadınlarŞimdi bir yerlerde ekinler tohumlanıyorSazlıkların orman orman diplerinde karıncalar sevişiyorKumsallarda toprağa değiyor ayGüneşin hatırasına sarılıyorDalgalanıyor kumsalÇoban yıldızı gözlerini yumuyorŞimdi bir yerlerde deniz kokuyorKimsesiz köpekler ayaklarını denize sokuyorMandıralarda peynire, yoğurda ölüyor ineklerÇeltikler, sulak ama yalnız güneş ülkesiDerinlerinde tane tane incilerDerinlerinde yeşillerDerinlerinde bir tok toprakÇeltiklere varamayan sularDoyuruyor karpuzları, buğdayları, günebakanlarıKovana dolar gibiŞehirlere doluşmuş et et kalabalıklarıBu
youi learned a lotafter i met you.the first thingi learnedwas thatsome people pretendto be okaybut inside theyredying.a lot of things(i mean people,and i mean you)are not alwayswhat they seem to be.another thing i learnedwas that all good thingscome to an end.but maybe in our case,it was for the best.-theres a fine linebetweenlove and hate.i could never decidewhich appliedto you.-you once told methat i lookedprettiestwhen i criedbut i thinkyou just likedseeing me hurtbecause i never sawwhat was sodamn prettyabout it.
entomology(of things that fly in the night)when i look at the stars, i know i ama moth. drinking in light, my life line silver, drowningthe night with wings a darker shade of loss. these wings wear the face of the world.this is not how i dream them. i dream: feather-freckled effigies of old pride (breathing in the sound of owls).i dream: cream-coloured truths on strings.curled up within blossoms of smoke, easy concinnity, and kissed by the windi hold the dusk and call me dawn and forgetto long for the fire - now this, without smoke.see me: a profaned graveyard. see me: mundanely bitter earth, ensheathing bonesthat burn easily. see me: dancing around the sparks, night-winged, a moth again.see me long to be a firefly.(there is the face of the world, in flamesand that is how the stars sing of it, always)
VIRTUAL INSANITYReality your concept,of cause and effectCommon to your belief,of order and disorderA world of regret,of chaos and introspection
Skipping StonesSkipping StonesA pebble was tossed into a streamThe ripples cascade a splendid dreamUpon the current where chaos was kingI lost the years that sweet sorrow would bringA wish was made within the tideConflict and woe had something to hideAnd though the waves could carry a songAn empty mirror, where a shadow belongedA decanter of hope, my endless springA river of truth, that would gently singAnd while a pebble had made its last runA flare nearby, next hallow in sunShockwaves pass into the soulAnd to each of them, a memory wholeThe river restored by currents teachA memory wish that love could reachThe ripples remain, a flash within songThe babbling brook where the truth wasn't wrongThe whispers of shadow, an echo I seeThe mirror on the surface, inside of meWhen destined by fate was heard in your songThe starscape sea reflected there longA shimmer I hold within one more stoneA toss here for cheer while walking aloneA flick to and fro, the stone I let goSkipping so
A Day to be AloneI'd like to thinkshe was too much--too vibrant,too intellectual,too kind,too beautiful--for this plain world.But I know this worldwas too much--too tainted,too violent,too careless,too sociopathic--for innocent her.
mirageblack-eyed raccoonmaking jackson pollockswith the trash,that ain’t eyelinerand i’d neverpaint those striped tailsto look like green finchand linnet birdskeeping my demonsdreamingbut who am ito say you don’tsee what you believewhen you could bea glistening mirageas i let heaven’s eyestare off my clothescrossing desertslooking for my muse,hoping it will know meby my bare skinbecause fuck,i am certainthat needle and inkcould not possiblyleave a stainwhen used to writeabout what isn’treally there
OC Meme*Copy this into your Meme..-Choose 10 of your OC's-Answer the questions-Then tag 3 people---184.108.40.206.220.127.116.11.9.10.---1.) 3, 7, 4, and 9 go ice skating. What happens?2.) Its Christmas!!! 5 throws a christmas party and invites three people of choice. Who does he/she invite? What happens?3.) 6 catches 2 dancing/singing to the 'spice girls'. What's 6's reaction?4.) 1 and 10 are stuck in a janitor's closet. How the crap did they get in there?5.) 4 confesses his/her love for 8. What happens?6.) 3 walks in to see 6 and 7 making out in 3's closet.. What is their reactions?7.) 9 and 5 have an argument that soon turns into a fist fight. How did it start? And How does 2 try to break it up?8.) 6 and 7 are getting married! But 8 is in love with 7. What does 8 do?9.) You here a knock on your door. You open it to see every one of your OC's bursting in to your home. What do you do?10.) 2 admits to you that he/she killed 9. What do you do?11.) Everyone gat
The Time Has ComeThe time has come.I've preparedI've listenedI've ponderedI know thatmy choices are limited.Don't stop me, your efforts are futileThis is how the story ends.Goodbye.