Part Four: RageWhen doesMore Like This
anger become a strength or weakness? We all have it, we all have let something
get at us deep, enrage us, make us so angry, so mad, so… that feeling that doesn't come out as a real word, and it gets you that much angrier when you
want to spew it out, but you can’t. We all have ways to relieve it somehow,
some far better than others. Some resort to physical violence against others,
some just beat up, crush, or throw something around the house. Some put
themselves down, some yell or rant, verbally abuse someone. Some find an intimate
way to relieve it, release their anger by replacing it with passion. Some never
quite find a good way to let it out, and let it all build up inside them, until
they break down, shatter, and fall apart. And some are a mixture of all (or
most) of these things, and find themselves crying in the end… That’s me. I
break things, crush them, want to beat people up and myself, and I just can’t
ever find a way that
Spirit Of The Titanic - God KnowsMore Like This
Blazing on by
There's nothing more that I could do
I'm sorry that
I'll never be with you again
My heavy heart is parched with pain
I know somehow
Your sorrow's something I won't see
It's my life
I'm moving on and never going back there
The future's turned away
And leave me on the lonely rail
God knows that
I will follow you if that is what you wanted
Take me into all your darkest shadows
And you'll see that
I'm even stronger than you could know
God knows that
I am standing here and you could disappear
Slipping right over the edge of the future
If I had my way
We'd be together forever
Eternally god bless
my now passionate feelings
they melt reality,
then just hover there suspended.
There's no reason
for me wanting to see you.
I pour my feelings
into you, lovin' you
Let's at least
imagine only beautiful dreams,
as we chase after them
for your lonely heart
Stop it, lying isn't like you.
Look into my eyes and let's speak of what will be.
even for a bleak fu
RainMore Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
Playing GodIf I could collapse the heavens and set the world on fire, you'd be my angel suspended by wire.More Like This
Intrinsic(The boy swims like a fish.)More Like This
The boy's feet are a shoulder's width apart. His back is hunched, and he tilts his head down as arms extend skyward, one hand resting behind the other. The wood beneath his soles is weak with the weathering of the sea. He curls his toes at its edges.
No summer breeze greets auburn locks; the sun is kept on nimbus-riddled skies such as these. Instead, his lungs breathe in the stench of a fresh catch as saline air brushes against sweat-slicked skin. He blinks his eyes. Elsewhere, the hubbub of grown men in soaked leather trudges on. Calloused hands dock their ships and heave their nets to the banter of old maids and pot-bellied merchants. The surrounding din of a fishing port, mid-July, falls on deaf ears.
Lightning rolls over clouds in the distance. The succeeding thunder lurches the boy forward, knees bent and toes digging into edges of wet wood. A thin sheet of rain runs down his skin as waves climb higher, rising splishsplosh at a pair of feet. His
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall...More Like This
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall...
Who is the fairest of them all?
He walked along the path,
It was his fate to do so.
To walk in his never-ending wrath
Or, at least,
That was what he believed,
Or more so,
What he was told to believe by his beast.
It was dark out, but not as dark as one would think as for the moon was as big as could be. Her silvery beams shined down onto the grass and houses, and the few men and horses that still walked the streets. It was quite the beautiful scenery.
Out in a park, where a large lake was found, a young man stood with an expression of total defeat written into his eyes. Soon, his voice, though soft at first, even he had a hard time detecting it, rose into hearing,
“Tell me, old man...” his voice faded for a moment; he then continued, “am I truly destined for such things?” The young man looked up from his shoes, trying to see the older, withering man's face.
Though standing in fro