Run with me in drunken splendor
We'll counts the stars galore
Floating on an endless river
Until we are no more
Hold my hand
I've got a plan
If you've the will to listen
Carved in our fate
A great escape
By crashing waves of crimson
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
ANGST
Just life.
-the hell is that supposed to mean?
“That’s just the way it is.”
Fuck that shit.
I’m not going to live like everyone else.
Miserable.
That just ain’t me.
Don’t treat me like I’m everyone else.
“I know better.”
Better for you.
“Ingrate.”
Good.
I didn’t ask to be here.
You’ve got no one to blame but yourself.
Hope you’re happy.
You’ve created a monster.
-the hell is that supposed to mean?
“That’s just the way it is.”
Fuck that shit.
I’m not going to live like everyone else.
Miserable.
That just ain’t me.
Don’t treat me like I’m everyone else.
“I know better.”
Better for you.
“Ingrate.”
Good.
I didn’t ask to be here.
You’ve got no one to blame but yourself.
Hope you’re happy.
You’ve created a monster.
WordChallenge3-Lupine
A lupine cry pierces the night
The full moon follows
As I dodge the trees
They’re trying to get me...
Branches turning into arms
Grabbing at my limbs
The moon mocks me
I will never be free
But there it stays
With it’s infinite field of stars
The full moon follows
As I dodge the trees
They’re trying to get me...
Branches turning into arms
Grabbing at my limbs
The moon mocks me
I will never be free
But there it stays
With it’s infinite field of stars
The Suitcase
Police men were gathering around a staircase at around noon. A suitcase was open on the floor various items were scattered about; each item numbered from 1-10. A textbook, a small black bag, a wallet, a small notebook, a thesaurus, and a package wrapped in birthday paper. Two of the four policemen left the building.
"What kind of guy would carry all this junk to the city and just leave it behind?" One cop by the name of Maxwell Winston asked as he examined the pile. His partner looked stupefied.
"We won't know who he is until we can open those books. The boys should be back soon with gloves. What makes you think he's from out of state, anyway?"
The other two cops were making their way back, one holding a small white box with a picture of blue rubber gloves on the side. Maxwell pointed to the side of the suitcase.
"It says 'Cali girls are better'." A tacky, brightly colored bumper sticker was plastered to the suitcase. "First instinct says to assume he's from California. Or at least been there."
Maxwell took a pair of gloves and started flipping through the small notebook. Every page was full of names, dates, and phone numbers, all of them of females. He then looked at the textbook. The outside cover seemed to have once had a title written in gold, but it was now scratched out. The inside covered "Advanced Anatomy". Out of the back of the book fell 5 photographs of different women. They looked to be about 18 or 19 years old. Each wore a different kind of outfit (If you could call them "outfits").
"What is this? It's like they ain't wearin' any clothes at all!"
Maxwell was hesitant to open the small black bag. Could it be? ...No, it can't... Five girls couldn't fit in a little trash bag... He untied it slowly. After undoing the first knot he felt this fear of finding a victim, or worse... bits of one. As Office Winston undid the last knot, he sighed. No body parts. Just dirty laundry. A few T-shirts and jeans.
Maxwell's fellow officer picked up the thesaurus and looked through it. Some pages were littered with post-it notes. "Damn, he took note of every synonym for 'girlfriend', 'love', 'relationship'... What's up with this guy? Sounds like a pimp to me."
"Hey, should we open the box?", asked the other cop. "It says, 'To Leon' on it." Maxwell wanted to, but it wasn't his job. "No," he sighed. "Let the boys at the lab take care of it."
There was one item left to examine. The wallet. Inside was a bank deposit for $229.51, a receipt for a dozen roses, a speeding ticket with the fine scratched out, and a folded note. Maxwell began reading the note aloud. "Dear Paula, These past few weeks have been hard without you. I wish there was an easy way to say this, but I've been making my way around this loneliness. Goodbye, and thank you for the birthday gift. I'll open it when I have time."
"I guess he's a player, huh? Poor Paula... Wrap it up, fellas. Let's get his info."
"What kind of guy would carry all this junk to the city and just leave it behind?" One cop by the name of Maxwell Winston asked as he examined the pile. His partner looked stupefied.
"We won't know who he is until we can open those books. The boys should be back soon with gloves. What makes you think he's from out of state, anyway?"
The other two cops were making their way back, one holding a small white box with a picture of blue rubber gloves on the side. Maxwell pointed to the side of the suitcase.
"It says 'Cali girls are better'." A tacky, brightly colored bumper sticker was plastered to the suitcase. "First instinct says to assume he's from California. Or at least been there."
Maxwell took a pair of gloves and started flipping through the small notebook. Every page was full of names, dates, and phone numbers, all of them of females. He then looked at the textbook. The outside cover seemed to have once had a title written in gold, but it was now scratched out. The inside covered "Advanced Anatomy". Out of the back of the book fell 5 photographs of different women. They looked to be about 18 or 19 years old. Each wore a different kind of outfit (If you could call them "outfits").
"What is this? It's like they ain't wearin' any clothes at all!"
Maxwell was hesitant to open the small black bag. Could it be? ...No, it can't... Five girls couldn't fit in a little trash bag... He untied it slowly. After undoing the first knot he felt this fear of finding a victim, or worse... bits of one. As Office Winston undid the last knot, he sighed. No body parts. Just dirty laundry. A few T-shirts and jeans.
Maxwell's fellow officer picked up the thesaurus and looked through it. Some pages were littered with post-it notes. "Damn, he took note of every synonym for 'girlfriend', 'love', 'relationship'... What's up with this guy? Sounds like a pimp to me."
"Hey, should we open the box?", asked the other cop. "It says, 'To Leon' on it." Maxwell wanted to, but it wasn't his job. "No," he sighed. "Let the boys at the lab take care of it."
There was one item left to examine. The wallet. Inside was a bank deposit for $229.51, a receipt for a dozen roses, a speeding ticket with the fine scratched out, and a folded note. Maxwell began reading the note aloud. "Dear Paula, These past few weeks have been hard without you. I wish there was an easy way to say this, but I've been making my way around this loneliness. Goodbye, and thank you for the birthday gift. I'll open it when I have time."
"I guess he's a player, huh? Poor Paula... Wrap it up, fellas. Let's get his info."
Monday, August 23, 2010
Square
[LOVE] can be oh so [BEAUTIFUL] is just another "little" [LIE] to yourself or tell the [TRUTH] doesn't always come with [LOVE]...
Bigger
Jumping off a cliff called Chance
into a sea of love.
The distance never seems so far
until there's no one there to catch you.
into a sea of love.
The distance never seems so far
until there's no one there to catch you.
Fire
Rising temperature.
The sweet smell of pine fills my head.
Dancing with the flames, kicking up the sands of time.
Hold my hand; we'll disappear.
On this perfect night belonging to the goddess of fire.
The sweet smell of pine fills my head.
Dancing with the flames, kicking up the sands of time.
Hold my hand; we'll disappear.
On this perfect night belonging to the goddess of fire.
Rain
Jewels falling from the sky.
Some people think it's sad, but I find it comforting.
It feels so cold but still warms my heart.
Some people think it's sad, but I find it comforting.
It feels so cold but still warms my heart.
WordChallenge2-Distrain
They’re waiting to distrain me
I honestly can’t wait
I’ll show them what they’ve made of me
My thoughts are drenched in hate
Dreaming of a homicide
I need to get away
I’ll show them what a sin it is
To take my love away
I honestly can’t wait
I’ll show them what they’ve made of me
My thoughts are drenched in hate
Dreaming of a homicide
I need to get away
I’ll show them what a sin it is
To take my love away
Sunday, August 22, 2010
WordChallenge1-Gormandize
The Beasts are feeding.
My eyes frozen in terror
as they gormandize
on my beliefs.
My hopes and dreams.
My everything.
I lay a carcass
of my former
happy
self.
My eyes frozen in terror
as they gormandize
on my beliefs.
My hopes and dreams.
My everything.
I lay a carcass
of my former
happy
self.
Nothing but Goodbye
You taught me not to live in a fantasy.
You taught me nothing lasts forever.
You taught me perfection is a dream out of reach.
And yet, you told me nothing.
Nothing but goodbye.
You taught me nothing lasts forever.
You taught me perfection is a dream out of reach.
And yet, you told me nothing.
Nothing but goodbye.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Breathing Nightmare
~If you ripped your heart out
I'd rip my heart out too
I'd sew our veins together
Let my blood flow into you
~Locked in an eternal embrace
Never to be face to face
For sorrow would wash over me
My helpless mind shall come undone
~I won't let you go alone
So promise me you'll stay
I'll pull you from the darkness
Of society's decay
~When you feel like drowning
Send your sorrows here
Locked in my box of worries
And fill the lock with tears
~Watch the metals rusting
Hear the demons scream
Toss them in the ocean
Forget them like a dream
~Now run away with me
I'd rip my heart out too
I'd sew our veins together
Let my blood flow into you
~Locked in an eternal embrace
Never to be face to face
For sorrow would wash over me
My helpless mind shall come undone
~I won't let you go alone
So promise me you'll stay
I'll pull you from the darkness
Of society's decay
~When you feel like drowning
Send your sorrows here
Locked in my box of worries
And fill the lock with tears
~Watch the metals rusting
Hear the demons scream
Toss them in the ocean
Forget them like a dream
~Now run away with me
R A G E is the new Laughter
Here I am.
Back to where I never wanted to be.
Helpless and crying.
What’s in a name? A date? An image?
Words upon words becoming the chains that hold me down.
Tighter... I want more.
You can’t break what’s already broken.
My heart lay in pieces.
Let the shards pierce through your veins.
Injecting you with my new poison.
R A G E
Back to where I never wanted to be.
Helpless and crying.
What’s in a name? A date? An image?
Words upon words becoming the chains that hold me down.
Tighter... I want more.
You can’t break what’s already broken.
My heart lay in pieces.
Let the shards pierce through your veins.
Injecting you with my new poison.
R A G E
Thank you, God...
She slept all day
She’ll sleep all night
In her cotton coffin
Wrapped real tight
As the seasons go
And her friends move on
She’ll sleep to a morbid
Suicide song~♪
She’ll sleep all night
In her cotton coffin
Wrapped real tight
As the seasons go
And her friends move on
She’ll sleep to a morbid
Suicide song~♪
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