The intricacies of lying are woven into my skin;
one pull of the thread, another tangled web.
The lurid silver lining is nowhere to be seen,
my logic, trust and sanity forever seem to ebb...The sum of needles onto me control my broken nerves,
I tighten strings to pull myself together once again.
My mouth is spouting venom for no one that deserves
the crippled company of mine I make them all disdain.
It was around Easter when he was given that special clay. He was told to make two people, in his image. Unfortunately, he passed away before finishing his work. For weeks upon weeks, the only thing he'd think about was the sex of his creations. And so he had decided to leave them sexless. Even featureless. Just two figures, unfinished, inside a large wooden workshop.When they got there to collect the sum of his work, the smell of grass was all over the place. The scent of the outdoors, so forgotten a scent. The two figures were at the very center. Scary, maybe, since they lacked characteristics, but what struck them as odd was the placemen...
Dream Warriors + Dreamseers by l0v3l3ss, literature
Literature
Dream Warriors + Dreamseers
We carry our spears
made of oak and cherrywood,
though they may break
they make us stronger,
to guard and protect
our dreamweaving.Our oath was given to those without faces,
who leave behind them
no traces of trespassing.
Though seemingly poignant,
our beady eyes see them
as laughingstock.The leader of the pack,
pure silk adorns his spear,
the product of our mother
- a message to hold dear -
masters balance of illusion
and harsh reality
by signs of prophets ludicrous,
in times approaching, ominous.
Lackluster shades of poison grey
paint the mural soon to be complete.
In your still silence, a ghost whisperer,
somehow will gain the entry right And as the universe revolved around
you, I disgraced -
her futile motherly embrace;
come nightingale with soothing sounds,
cover my damp, eroded face.A perfect world before the fall,
for tasting what forbidden was.
And now I twist in morbid shapes
all parting words of feral prey,
lackluster shades of poison grey.
A slip of lucid liquid lust,
one drop on callous earthy crust,
serves unintentional charade,
the way their bodies shift and wade.Into the dark Hell's haunting grounds
that single drop like hammer pounds,
a whiplash injury for those
unable still to cast first stones.The livid living dead will use
derogatory words as curse,
for all undead whose blood's intact
and seal enslaving, evil pacts. Angry arise from fiery graves,
utopian perfection's fakes,
forming a dance fore Devil's shore,
their partner's soul in much dismay.
And time will come for us to say
"I'd kill to live like that" no more...
Doppelgaenger accompaniment by l0v3l3ss, literature
Literature
Doppelgaenger accompaniment
Following movements
of phantom limbs,
one arm reaching for the other like
a suit of armor unlike any other.The steps he'll take
count ten and one,
till he reaches the wall mirror
and feels its surface with
the ghostly palms of his.Hearing the voice beyond
pushes aside the gelatinous field;
Footsteps on dark and vacant corridors
vibrate the silence with echoes of funeral tears.
And then his voice like
music first heard as a convoluted, muffled sound..."'Tis I" it spoke,
but "'Tis thou" should had been uttered.
A perfect twin -
crying his name so uninvitingly.What came to pass,
inside the realm of turnabouts
would not once follow the scores ...
From the black marsh I march
to the deep end I am willing to go
Bubbles coming from below...
looks as if it's going to hatch
this melody sounding to the ear so loud
like a banshee's cry; unexplainable
The sheer thought flings from the mind
to solve the riddle, that I must find
how someone could hear it
without being hurt
this mermaid's sweet lullaby; inexplicableNo one nearby to hear this lonesome goodbye
No one at all who could give a hint
a glimpse of the future
unable to help
to solve this great riddle
which bothers my mindThrough the black forest threads of hope
reflecting the shadows of the past
can anyone hear me, I am not sure
Oh! m...
Losing myself into you
I get this moment of daydreaming
an instant of true bliss
where I walk around
a constant smile on my face
no worries whatsoeverWhen I'm still in your arms
I find myself in that secret place
the place that I keep for myself
a place no one has entered beforeyour caress a goodbye
to my solitude
I'll wave goodnight
once my eyelids go heavy
penetrate their rapid movement
once I fall asleepI'll set sail tonight
in the land of dreams
the waters a wavy pattern
a picture of my soulI'll embark on a perilous journey
cross vast oceans
fight my demonsI'll have gathered so much knowledge
'till I've reached the shore Will I have you there to guide me?
As the dark of night approaches
I see you disappearing
I feel you slipping
right through my fingersI stand before you
can't seem to find you
just a flicker in the darkness
a stain in the blacknessslowly, totally consumed...driven into nothingness
your senses boundI cry out
as we lose grip
a flash of clarity
But all I see is thisdrones swarming 'round you
repentant you, crawling
repugnant me, calling...
She was the Lotus
she was the RoseInseparable
feeling forever apartEyes never meeting
the violence she's greetingA neck so white
a body so ripeHer lips bloom
small mouth sewnHolding her hand
in Death's cruel landTheir picture now marred
their faces are scarredAverting their gaze
Medusa's ablazeA tale of the two
haunts me and youBy destiny chained
together remainedWords of a fool
a murderous tool
You say you're ornery
when I can see
your heart glowing
all red inside your chestYou're far away
though always close
filling a space in mine
more special than the rest
For the person who could not become aurora-
for iron pikes blocked the road to the vision
for whole continents stood there upturned
barricading what belonged to anotherFor the person whose dream was farfetched-
for the citadel rose up sky high
for Jericho's horns wouldn't have an effect
on such walls by a spell laid accursed
For the fool who could not but succumb-
for vast wastelands his eyes had bedazzled
for magistral concoctions in dark bowels brewed
so alluring a taste had upon himsympathy-
empathy-
and pity-
52 hours in the game... Level 38, haven't even carried on with much of the story, just random battling. LOVE the latest battle system. FF12 for the PS2 ROCKS HARD!!! Love Balthier... :giggle:
My miserable existence has been noticed by someone above and has been granted the wish of not having exams! (I hadn't been studying at all since December). There's a new law being proposed here in Greece for private universities and all students and faculty react with demonstrations and sit-ins YAY! This means EXTRA hard studying for the next semester though! NAY :work:I have to work on my thesis, but feel too tired - boredom tires you so! I REALLY have to >_NAY :work:I was playing Yoshi's Island DS and it kinda sucks. Plus, I find it too frustrating, or difficult. Well, it has not managed to capture my interest one bit like the firs...
on fly me to the moon
