NormalSometimes I am faced with a new situation, and I tell myself, "Just act normal!"
(Actually, I have never thought that in my entire life. However, protagonists in stories often think that very thought.)
But, in some stories, the protagonist will question themselves like so:
"What does it mean to be normal? Somehow, I don't know...."
Righteously intelligent, these protagonists are. Deeply philosophical.
When I am confronted with the opportunity to lie and make everything easier on myself, I do not feel the smallest speck of guilt.
(I have not had any chances to lie recently, so I do not know if this is still the case.)
But there is the pressing matter of how to act as I lie. Do I smile? Does my pitch change? Do I glance over? Do I look into their eyes? Do I shift? For some reason, I can never recall. Although, I've only been caught in a lie a few times.
If someone ever thought to look for it, they could probably notice something about the way I am speaking. Even as I lie, I can fa
For My Mother: I'm So SorryI remember the laughterMore Like This
It fills my mind in my memories
The chiming bells of a child's joy
The freedom of the limitless world
I remember the love
The mother who was there for me always
The woman who raised me and cared for me
The bond we should have had
I remember the life
My mother was all I had when he left
She and my sister were my family
So how did we all grow so far apart?
I remember it all
Now as my time draws nearer
Soon I must go, my stay is almost up
I never thought it would be like this
I remember what should be
Now as I prepare to leave
I'm not a child anymore
I'm no longer free
I remember the pain
That only I caused
The rifts that I created
It seems may be too late now to fix
I remember the tears
As they now spill again
So long it's been
Since I told her I loved her
I remember my mother
The only woman who has always been here
Who always will
And I know I'll miss her when I go
Possessional DemonologyMore Like This
Opening the Darkest Door
I have recently come across a most disturbing phenomenon in my studies of the Diabolic Infestation of the Soul. It seems there is a most frightening psychological conundrum when considering the concept of demonic possession even the most remote possibility of reality upon our earthly plane is the notion that just believing it may be true could very likely be the spark needed for the Demon to discover, seek out, and ultimately inhabit its next vessel of evil: You.
From the Exorcist through Paranormal Activity, generation after generation of “believers” seem to have come to the reali
Explanation-SoulxKidLet me clear things up. I am NOT someone who scares easily.More Like This
What do I have to be scared of, you ask?
The fact that I'm dating the son of my headmaster, a freaking death god, who just so happened to catch us in the middle of sex?
Nope, nothing to be scared of. Nothing at all.
Although I admit, I thought he was going to castrate me then and there.
But no, the fear I felt as he watched me pull out of his son and hastily throw on a pair of pants is dwarfed in comparison to the kind I'm dealing with now.
Stood, alone, out of school hours, in the Death Room, before a very pissed Shinigami-sama.
"S-so Lord Death you wanted to see me about something ?"
The eyeholes of his mask narrowed down to deadly slits.
"I'll be the one asking the questions here, Evans. And you know damn well what I wanted to talk to you about!"
Yeah, this isn't going to end well.
"Due to recent incidents it has come to my attention that you are some
SoulxKid: Light My Heart: Chapter 6Kid sighed happily as he quietly entered through the front door of his house. He had just gotten out of the hospital 3 days ago with a bandaged arm a brace around the fractured part of his leg although it wasn't severe and he could still walk on it. Ever since nothing had happened with his father, it seemed that Kid had been just missing his father when he was home. His father had also begun to go out more and more sometimes even staying out all night. All in all things seemed to be gradually getting better.More Like This
As Kid entered through the hall he quietly took off his shoes and looked around for any signs of his father being home. Nope. None. Letting out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding as he let his tense body relax. He made his way into the kitchen and grabbed a snack before heading up stairs to his bedroom. Tomorrow was Friday and Soul had asked him if he could come over and meet his family. Kid didn't really understand why Soul wanted it so badly but it left Kid with tha
BrokenCracks run down temple walls,More Like This
Buildings rise up and then fall,
Bridges quake under the weight of an army.
Legends bear the burden of time,
Rusting away against salt and lime,
Trust tarnishes and barely holds a nation.
Deteriorating sanity grips a leader,
Misleading to many a reader,
Winding forests fall across paths.
Leading us astray, leaving us lost.
They'll Never Know ItA bullet.More Like This
I'd take one for any of them.
But they'll never know it.
I'd run with it to save them.
But they'll never know it.
I'd push them away and take their fate.
But they'll never know it.
A knife to the heart.
I'd feel the pain so they wouldn't have to.
But they'll never know it.
I feel it for them more than anything else.
But they'll never know it.
~Dedicated to my friends~
~Thank you for a reason to live~
HappinessHappiness is passing, lastingMore Like This
No longer than a starling dream
Of faintly burning embers.
Happiness is flashing, blasting
Louder than the alleyway
That brims with carefree echoes.
I'm Thinking It Must Be LoveShe doesn't sleep.More Like This
She stares at his perfect form
asleep on the rumpled bedsheets
but she doesn't sleep.
This isn't the kind of thing she does.
No, she's not that kind of girl,
but she did,
and that's what matters.
And now she's in his apartment,
and she doesn't know
if she'll be welcome in the morning.
There's a notepad on the bedside table.
Her hands reach for it without her consent.
She begins a sketch.
His beautiful sleeping face,
his tall, thin frame,
his long black hair.
She finishes the drawing
and stares at the clock.
He'll be dead to the world
for a few hours longer.
The inner conflict is killing her.
She'd give anything
to just get back in his bed.
She'd give anything
for the courage to stay the night.
But she knows she doesn't have it.
Black silken sheets.
The long body on the bed,
topped with a shock of black hair.
She closes her eyes.
She taps the pen against the pad of paper.
He deserves more
than a goodbye note
UntitledRun. That’s all I ever do. I never fight back. I always run. Why? Why am I so weak? I do whatever they want me to do, like a dog. I’m human right? Aren’t humans supposed to be free? Make their own life choices and do whatever they want, love whoever they want. They said they would make our lives better, set us free and make us happy. But the only thing I feel is pain, trapped inside these walls. If anything this is a prison. A prison I’ve had to suffer in my whole life. I am finally breaking the chains and getting a taste of what freedom really is like. What the outside world is like. Finally I’m free.More Like This
DEAD MEN's BONESBelow the surface,More Like This
Lie dead men's bones.
Hold the still remains
Of once strong men
Some who died in vain.
Below piles of earth
The corpses rest
Where no one can hurt.
Below the surface,
Lie dead men's bones.
Bones belonging to the young and old.
Bones of both the rich and poor.
Bones bearing bullet holes.
Bones broken revealing the core.
The corpses lie
Their eyes shut tight;
Their bodies rigid
Like a block of ice.
Below the surface
Lie dead men's bones.
The bones of kings are buried here!
... their skeletons wear their jewels now.
The bones of brave warriors doth rest below!
...rusting armour is all that's left to show.
The bones of man. woman and child!
... all descend below our feet when they die.
Bones ... bones ... bones!
Those bloody bones!
Below the surface
Lie dead men's bones.
The land is drunk
with the blood of men.
Those corpses and our corpses
A meal without end.
The "great" men of this world!
They all, end up, a pi
TrainThe walls have faces.More Like This
They are blank faces; they are muddled and aged, wholly expressionless. They reflect their emptiness back into our eyes, scarring us.
They are alarmingly clear. It is alarmingly bright in here.
The light shudders out in dots and dashes from the windows, the windows that reveal nothing. The light scatters and bounces off the walls. Here, then there.
And now it is dark. The shadows claw their way up the faces in the walls, revealing a twisted countenance, a new vacancy.
The lights are shining once again.
They are spotlights, glaring down from above and behind and everywhere. It hurts. I can hardly see the walls in their astonishing sheen. I can hardly see the ghastly contortions amassing on my fellow passengers' faces.
The dark smothers us, mercilessly.
I shut my eyes. I can feel the wheels reverberating beneath us. It is undeniably a phantom sensation. We are still.
An abrupt and miniscule sound comes to my attention, and I open my eyes. A silhouetted man stands be
winter brew.he wrote me a love songMore Like This
in a teacup.
I drank down the words,
let them warm me up
from the inside out.
Second-Hand AddictionThat dense cloud of smoke,More Like This
The thing that makes you choke,
There is something in your hand,
Something most don't understand,
To a coffin you are nailed,
So many times you quit but failed,
Even when people make you mad,
It's that cigarette you wished you had,
That one thing held between your fingers,
And that smelly smoke that lingers,
That addiction which makes you blind,
Takes a toll on the body and your mind,
To you, the one thing left unseen,
Is your addiction to the nicotine.
AddictedIt travels the course in every vein,More Like This
It relieves every aching pain,
Feeling it flow throughout my brain,
I want to let go but it keeps calling my name,
Injected like cancer of the soul,
I'm slowly eaten alive by this drug's control,
It leaves my veins sore,
But I'm addicted more and more,
Taking control of my mind,
Leaving me a ghost confined,
Torturing my body with poison inside,
Leaving myself half alive just to be denied,
The pleasure of life not addicted to some drug,
But instead it's my grave I have dug,
I have no one else but myself to blame,
I am the one who brings the shame,
I shoot this drug like it's a game,
And it's my body this drug is going to claim.
AddictionA fresh young girl with big blue eyesMore Like This
Went by the name of Alice;
And Alice was a dear darling
Until she met the Rabbit.
And down the deepest darkest well
Did Alice fall and fall;
She fitfully glanced all about
But no one helped at all.
It seemed our girl with big blue eyes
And Rabbit on her arm
Had tasted all the joys of life,
The joys which did great harm.
And through the air she tumbled down
Until she saw the sky;
The sky she saw below her now
Was rounded like an eye.
And all around her all she saw
Were vials and syringes;
She grew to dread the future day
When the vials emptied.
And Rabbit, Rabbit came and went
With each blink and whisper;
He'd smirk and laugh and give her treats
And watch her as she dreamed.
Alice, sweet and darling dear,
Would dream of light and daisies;
And when the light faded away,
She dreamed of empty vials.
A sweetness not unlike the love
Of family and her friends;
The candies gave her what she knew
She'd never have again.
By the bottom of the bottles
I don't understand myself sometimes.By golly am I weird.More Like This
Sometimes when I am in bed I can't sleep because I have ideas and so I write
things down in my notepad to remind me what that idea was and if it's worth
acting upon. Well I found this note:
swirly dark light thing
Very helpful indeed.
Only threee of those I understand and I'm making.
Yes. I'm making salsa Jadekat. They gonna dance the night away.
And then the swirly dark light thing which I'm too lazy to describe.
Then the banana holster... I'm going to make that a multimillion dollar product.
I'm not the only one who has used a banana as a gun, right?
Press StatementAnother chapter of the Nightwish story has ended today. Nightwish and Anette Olzon have decided to part company, in mutual understanding, for the good of all parties involved.More Like This
In recent times it has become increasingly obvious that the direction and the needs of the band were in conflict, and this has led to a division from which we cannot recover.
Nightwish has no intention of cancelling any upcoming shows, and as a result we have decided to bring in a substitute vocalist starting in Seattle 1.10.2012. Her name is Floor Jansen from The Netherlands (ex-After Forever, ReVamp), and she has graciously stepped in to help us complete the Imaginaerum world tour.
We are all strongly committed to this journey, this vehicle of spirit, and we are sure that this will lead to a brighter future for everyone.
We forever remain excited about the adventures to come, and we are extremely proud of the two beautiful albums and the wonderful shows we shared together.
- NIGHTWISH & Anette Olzon
Dark AlleysI never take walks at night, so I can't say I've ever seen a "dark alley."More Like This
As a writer of deeply depressing and blandly droll stories, I've always thought about them.
Once, I wrote a vignette about a girl in the woods who came across three houses, all perfectly alike, and the tall, narrow slips of space between the buildings were immediately apparent to her. To her alarm, she realized drunken men and women were tumbling from the shadows, out of that space, where they had been completely unseen before. How long was the distance across?
But I live in the suburbs. Are there truly dark alleys to come across or even dare to walk through? All the buildings are much too far apart, and the alleys aren't nearly long enough to be frightful. But I can't think of it, can't imagine having to go through an alley for whatever reason, as I am the sort of person who sits on the concrete and waits to be mugged, rather than walk right into the mugging.
And that is the job of all writ
MeIt was being her peculiarityMore Like This
Genuine to herself you see
Talking to her you will sense authority
That will stir your senses intuitively
Strict, it's what they define her
Sarcastic, made a strong personality
Sensible to every decisions she've decided
That makes her difficult to persuade
But behind that tough character
Is a heart that's full of laughter
A cheerful smile that can alter
A mirthful soul from whimper
She's like a book needed to be read
You can't understand if you won't comprehend
Once you'll discern then you'll perceive
What a wonderful someone she is
First glance would look so ordinary
But stare at her will engross you totally
Long enough to see that she's different from any
To all the girls you've known already
AliveThe flowers danceMore Like This
Beneath a quilted sun,
And petals shout regrets
To mourning masses
The stars are dizzy
With their fever;
Lights sway drunkenly
Above our head
The dirt demands
A cleaner street,
And all the grass
The world is floating
High in the sky
With willful dreams
And petty thoughts
Flit through the wind
And a whirlwind of sound
Hums a hymn of daffodils--
Of stars and dirt and grass
And everything between.
My Two Fathers'More Like This
My parents come to pick me up from school,
You laugh, whisper and point at my parents and me.
I never say anything back or cry,
I love my two dads and they love me.
My family is perfect, yours is not.
While you eat alone at your home.
I'm eating with my two fathers, laughing and smiling.
You're lucky to hear 'I love you' from your parents every few weeks,
I hear it every day.
My parents never fight, while yours does.
People come up to me and say 'Two guys can't raise a child you know.'
My father's love, care and help me like any parent should.
You have no right to say that.
I'm in detention every week for hitting someone who insults my parents.
I'm proud to say that I have two fathers in my life.
Ana and MiaMore Like This
You fat, disgusting whore. Put that down.
The voice screams at you.
You put the forkful of Chinese food into your mouth.
What the hell? You disgust me. Go to the bathroom. NOW.
You stay put, staring at the food.
You start to count all of the green peas in the pork fried rice.
You got to twenty, before you were pushing tears back.
You're just going to get fatter sitting here.
You stare at the plate.
You figure how many calories you've eaten in the past week.
You're at 1,000 including this lunch.
Today please. You lazy, fat, ugly ass bitch
You flag the waitress over.
You pay and take the leftovers home.
You pull over on the way home.
Good. I thought you were ignoring me.
You started crying as you got out of the car.
The freezing rain pelted you, as you walked over to the guard rail.
You positioned your fingers in your throat to make you purge.
The rain pelted your back, as you leaned over the guard rail.
Don't stop now.
You watched your lun
Because I am Gay.Hello.More Like This
I am Cassidy MacIntosh.
I am a high school student.
I plan to major in psychology and criminal justice.
I want to travel the world.
I love to hang out with friends.
I love to swim.
I love to travel.
I love anime and manga.
I love my family.
I need to breathe to live.
I need to eat.
I need to drink.
I need to be loved.
I feel pain.
I feel love.
I feel happiness.
I feel sorrow.
I feel anger.
But none of this matters to you- because I am gay...?
Beckoning forward.Solemn recollection walks along the city,More Like This
as a blanket of pure pearl snow whispers gently from within,
while a feverish calamity speaks to their sullen hearts,
slipping away from the reflections of silver pocket watches,
and eternally streaming an elegant lullaby promising silence.
ReadyReality fills my heart with loveMore Like This
Every day I can feel the bliss
Arduous ascension inside
Day after day I will wait
Yet I need to look to find
Cling clank clonk!The crackers sing of grey paradoxical lore,More Like This
jumping upon the English plates speaking for a lonesome gentleman,
perching at the seams of scattered black lace always perky,
swimming in the sea of a fine dining deliciousness,
swirling and dangling from the silver bubbly spoons,
and never swaying from a chattering matinée from the gentle ladies!
ElizabethEyes of greyMore Like This
Mess of curls
Love for life
Too much at times
Head up high
Feet on the ground
Concerned for all
RevasserieThe sound of wings echo in my ears,More Like This
little birds sing far and away in the branches of
trees I could only dream of,
they itch at my skin.
You said, "No one gets out,"
and I believe it every once in awhile,
watching men cling to cheap bottles
and cry for courage in the corners of their aging eyes
as I stare blankly at them, saying, "No."
Birds don't sing in the incandescents and the neons --
Mother told me that the night is the most alive,
but I still feel nothing.
The night sky's dead,
smothered in smoke
and the glow of the burning embers.
Macabre blackness.The drips of rain reside on a murky shadow,More Like This
whose face illuminates the forest as pale and cold;
the fragmentation of something deep hidden upon the surface,
wandering the valleys and intricately entwined within the soil,
stark from emotive glimpses and memories of the nightfall,
d u s k
s a y s h e l l o
m i s e r y.
To Dream of FallingI dream of falling.More Like This
It's not a dream common to angels. After all, we have a pair of wings--or two or three--and we can use them. We float upon the air, dance among the stars, shape the clouds with our breath, and so on. All that lovely wordplay to describe an indescribable. A joy, a graceless power. Flight.
Humans dream of it often, I am told. It makes sense. They have no wings save for what they create with their hands. Airplanes, hang gliders, helicopters. Kites. They are obsessed with the sky, more so than the angels themselves, many of whom will fly three thousand miles rather than walk across the street.
And yet I dream of falling.
And in my dreams, I always start out as what I am--a bookish secretary pushed into a role never intended for him--and I always end as a human.
And the first thing I feel is falling.
Sometimes I jump off the edge of one of the Heavens.
The MessageA message from Me to You.More Like This
The writer paints his
thoughts and feelings
line by line
across the page.
the thought takes hold.
It comes to life,
a being of the mind.
Across the ages, the words take meaning.
They are not warped:
rather, they grow and change,
just as people do.
A common wisdom links these people:
a message from Me to You.
KnockingWhen I was a child, I was steadfastly taught to never open the door.More Like This
Of course, I never really did master that; I opened the door on many occasion, once to a couple of church-goers who talked with me for half an hour, me an awkward thirteen year old, asking me questions about Jesus and Christianity and the Bible, and telling me of course he wasn't human, for he took on all our sins. And I got a pamphlet.
Another time, it was a dirty middle-aged man, fingers flexing around the handle of a heavy steel crate.
But I never was quite comfortable with opening the door; there came a certain apprehension, something not unlike anxiety but linked strongly to worry. Worry that, beyond this door, beyond the knocking, there was a certain entity that brought a certain problem that I might certainly be unable to handle. And that was an irrational fear.
Perhaps it was a fear of punishment, reprimands, scolding. Perhaps it was the fear of the unknown that small, sheltered me had never had the pleasure o
Calm.I am calm.More Like This
Not calm like a yoga instructor
Not calm like a lonely coroner in the morgue.
Not calm like a doctor telling someone they have an STD
Calm like the ocean on a cool summer night
Calm like a pilot flying his flight
Calm like a sociopath disposing of the remains.
Calm like an actor, acting this way.
Calm enough to burst into tears.
Quiet enough so no one will hear.
Weary enough, but I still never fear.
Never fear anything, ever, at all.
Never show emotion, so I'll never fall.
Calm like the air right after a storm.
Calm like the sound of an empty dorm.
Calm like a person, not alive anymore.
So very calm.
A Perpetual HumanityDon't scratch the mask that hides you.More Like This
Your words will break, instead.
"It doesn't get much better,
But it don't get worse," she said.
Don't sing a song of praises
For the price of what you sold.
Your legs aren't growing longer.
Like the stars, we're growing old.
Your ankles lashed in lightness
You crash into the sky -
Please open up the door, my dear.
It's only passing-by.
Envy is a mistress.
Unlike Love, she is not blind.
She'll tut, and tweak, and tinker,
'Til your eyes are just aligned.
And when you're done and ravaged
She will beg you, as she leaves
To go, and do the laundry -
Wash the stains out from your sleeves.
autopsy report for somebody I (once) knew"No signs of fighting."More Like This
- He went out like a fading fire
Embers in the night
No sparks left in the deepening dark
No signs of struggle
He fell down like a waterfall
Rained down on the ground
no bruises forming in his
no cracked ribs no nothing
(he should have fought)
He left swiftly like a river
Rapids in spring time
Gone before I trode those waters
Goosebumps on my skin
Skin still wet and eyes like glass,
With grace he fell asleep
And went down the hills, into the sea
Gently into eternity
All the bonfires died down
Air was cold and mist crawled over fields
In watchtowers stood sleepless guards
These muted screams I took with me
as we left:
I held you across my chest, I wore you like a crown
no signs of struggle, he left without resistance
too tired to put up a fight
he loved us
but death loved him more
And that hurt me the most.
Turn On The DarkMore Like This
When fragile hopes and fears collide
It waits for you on the other side
I can feel the tremors in my soul
I've grown afraid of the masquerade.
Barely holding on, I'm losing control
Wide awake, I confide in the shade.
Sinking so slowly down the drain
Much like the purple pill I swallow.
A voice unheard is a voice in vain
Black rain falls and teardrops follow.
Shadows loom throughout the room
They cover my eyes like a veil.
Just flip the switch, it'll be over soon
Just pull the curtain over the pale.
The transition rattles my psyche at first
Yet it's a feeling I've always invited.
For when my body becomes submersed
I discover my worlds benighted.
I wonder how much time has past
Fading deeper into the stark domain.
A place like this, shows no contrast
But it's a place I must ascertain.
I call this smoke-filled cell a prison
That harbors questions of fruition.
But like a zombie, I have risen
To greet the face of my mortician.
I'm taken with its abysmal skies
Now I reap the chilling silence
In My Hand We WalkRelax and enjoy the rambleMore Like This
I'll show you my side of the tracks
Pay no mind to what others think,
for they know not what they see
We'll saunter past all the old haunts
and as we head toward the cold steel water,
we'll dream of things we ought not
Rainy Smile--------------------------------------------------------------More Like This
Each drop is a reflection
An echo of what once was
Endless mirrors of one's mind
An endless dream
You're standing there
All alone, yet smilling.
If the rain gives you joy
why would you smile
Soaked to the bone
I can't tell if you're crying.
You who smiles so sadly
If you can't stop smiling
Then at least stay out of the rain
Because you're already raining at heart
Your smile, reflecting in the falling drops
Closing in at your face
never showed its flaw.
That perfect Madonna smile,
Only to be concealed in rain
The simple gaze
And the simple watered clothes
With the rainy smile.
PrizePrizeMore Like This
Such a broken disregard,
I lay hugging my knees puzzled and deeply scarred.
Answer me this: are you happy now?
To finally back out, not with a bang but a simple bow?
To have the chance to cut me loose,
And leave me swinging from this dangling noose?
All of those words, all were lies.
Don't start saying that you deeply apologize,
If you were really sorry, we would still be together.
Like you always said: "Till the end of forever."
Funny isn't it? How time flies so fast
But I never knew that this love could never last.
Now I start to realize, uncurling from this tight ball;
That you are nothing but a liar who wouldn't catch me when I fall.
I just can't help but hope, that maybe this one.
Will be a true lover, and not one who claims me as a prize to be won.
I Believe YouI Believe YouMore Like This
You keep saying it,
"I love you."
I used to find that hard to believe .
But now I know it's true.
There is static whenever you are holding me,
I never noticed before how your arms don't want to let me go.
Never before realized how much without you I grow lonely
My world was so unclear but now I know.
That sparkle in your eyes,
It was meant for me all this time.
Always thought it was just a disguise.
But now I truly know that all you want is to be mine.
Your warmth I need to stay alive,
So hold me close, embrace me tight.
For your love and affection I still strive,
You make my heart take flight.
You will keep saying it,
"I love you"
And believe me when I say,
"I love you too."
Evil?Her and I,More Like This
we play a game of demons
She looks to me for what she wants
Desire is plain in her eyes
It's all in fun,
but the devil is cunning
Smiles reveal drawn gums and long teeth...
EclipseEclipseMore Like This
No light is pouring into my battered heart.
I'm caught in an eclipse; nothing is a work of art.
The words I cannot make into sentences in my brain,
Whenever I so much as try, it makes me go insane!
Nothing to inspire is nothing to create.
But no matter how hard I try I cannot start a clean slate.
Wasting my life with this, why do I keep going?
I cannot write anymore these words just aren't flowing.
I wish these things were different, but please just keep in mind.
That it is me who is to blame, not the words I cannot find.
Empty Shells Of Their ValedictionEmpty Shells Of Their ValedictionMore Like This
They watched children scream.
They watched them die.
Without lifting a finger,
Deaf to their cries.
They were blind to all the blood.
Blind to their own kind.
If it was the words,
Or if it be fear,
They still did it.
And thought the vision be clear.
Swapped for a human being?
What is a life to them,
A little play thing?
Death is their oxygen,
And it soils their cores.
They've seen it face to face,
Behind each single steel sealed door.
Cold bitter memories,
Of crimes against humanity vast.
It just makes me wonder
Will we ever repeat our past?
Horizons Up In ArmsLight and shadow dance in the periphery,More Like This
scaring up a vigil inside of me
I mind the distance between light and dark
Shadows don't lie,
but they do deceive
From opposing horizons,
the sun and moon stare eachother down
The battle of dusk has begun
Night falls like an atom bomb
When the sun disappears,
I wear new eyes
The moon is the only star in my sky,
but she is closing her eye on me
Soon I'll sleep without her reflection to guide my dreams
When Years Catch UpThere were years when I would chase the wordsMore Like This
to speak of the souls and worlds around me
but I have run round the bend,
over the hill, and through the woods
Today is the last heaven I am to know
I go where the space is empty
I take what is left behind
The competition is over
because it never began
Stuck in my jeansAll the chocolate in the worldMore Like This
Couldn't buy me happiness
Could make me a goody-goody.
Ha, no bag of junk
Could make me less trashy
Not a lie in the world
Could make me believe you.
You're not a thief
And you're not a liar.
But you're certainly not
Someone that I admire.
A simple thank you will do!
Some small recognition
Of how I love you (oh, please)
Since we mentioned
Saying it every once in a while?
Maybe then I would
Just wanted to let you know.
And for your information:
I don't do much,
but at least I do something
You do a lot,
but for me you do nothing.
Don't go, though, stay here
I have to, because I'm
Stuck in my jeans and you're
Stuck in your dreams.
humanssome of us were angelsMore Like This
with broken off wings
and some of us were demons
not fixed enough to come back to the heavens
some of us were holy
and messed up once or twice
some of us were monsters
that tried to fix the mistakes we made
and some of us
and some of us
but all of us
AbuseTattoos bloomMore Like This
On a porcelain canvas,
Across my back
And down my face
Against a steely lifetime,
Purple ink blots
And thriving blues
Etched into reality,
And aching skin
AbuseAccording to you I don't even existMore Like This
Unless your assisted by your fist
Another blow I'm down for a while
But you just stand there and manage a smile
Frozen in fear, I can't help but stay
But because of this fear I have to pay
Your foot to my side again and again
Now I just pray that this time it's the end
You pick up a bat that was set by the door
Pound it in my back which feels far more
Worse than your fists going into my wounds
I just stay real tight, it'll be over soon
In a drunken rage you finally say
"That's what happens when you get in my way"
A Poem About Self HarmMore Like This
- Don't -
Dont talk to me
Dont pay attention
Dont love me
Dont act like I am alive
Because I will be fine
Dont you see my scars?
Until Tomorrow...Rocking back and forthMore Like This
Trying to contain my self control
That I barely have
"She's addicted" they say
I'm a freak of nature
How do I deal with an addiction
How do I control myself
Its the only choice I have
"I'm fine" I say
I CAN contain myself
Just rocking all alone
Refuse to speak to anyone
Except the one I love the most
Muttering to myself in the dark
Almost losing it
"Do it" they whisper
My teeth start chattering
"I can't" I manage to say
I start weeping
What is happening to me?
"You can't live without it" they whisper
Will I make it through the night
Only to go through it all again
It's Funny How You Bleed.Funny how youMore Like This
Don't even realize
Until you really
Funny how the
Down your arm
Can take the
Can do it to
Can hide it
Pain is the only
Release from the urge
The urge to see
Your own blood
Weeping the hurt away
Relieving the misery
In your heart
Why are you so sick
Perfect on PaperWe cut heartsMore Like This
into paper to make streams
That was my impression of it.
That you ripped
the pieces you didn't want
until you got something that was
It's no wonder
that I can't believe that someone
would think I was paper-perfect,
ArdourA callous hand drawn downMore Like This
dew lips, proclaiming:
“I shall never love you.”
A gentle hand against
closed eyes, in silence saying,
“You shall never love me.”
dance.dance,More Like This
and i -
in a song,
in your eyes,
in the bodies
like a stream,
like the wind,
and i swore
never to stop
felt like magic
around a magician's
to the tapping
of your breath
on my skin,
of your hair,
dance, she said,
and i did.
LoreleiI will drip my love along your skinMore Like This
In swirling gray letters
And when you laugh
I will breathe it
waiting on 50let meMore Like This
sing songs of chain-
place the pieces
is it safe
would it be
your proper name
'til my mouth
march.i knew march.More Like This
like ashen twigs.
i remained bare,
purpose not suffered
may was the missing
piece, his face
too hard by the angels.
i did not understand.
but i knew march
and it was enough.
be my silence; my sanctuary,
but i could not be brave.
my arms did not reach god.
Contradictionsi. inaudibleMore Like This
A man shut me
in the attic with his hand
over my mouth
silence is only a wish
to deny the whore
& the saint
every woman encompasses.
No amount of sleep
can start the savior
I'm setting the room on fire
& sleeping with matchsticks.
Caught in my lungs
I'm suffocating on actions
that can't be described
just the smell of sick
& pentagrams tattooed
on my insides.
Evil has a face
& is a father.
ii. bearing teeth
I have closed the mouth
of the lion
& no one can close mine.
I'll be screaming through
the opened mouths
megaphones for my
My words are flooding
the hallways to bedrooms
& I've lodged my tongue
in every lock
no one will escape
until they're deaf
Everyone will have to
forthe capillaries of my bodyMore Like This
are gnarled with arthritis
for the ways which I have loved you
are exceedingly countless