She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me...
I Agreed to Walk on Broken GlassI agreed to walk on broken glass
because there might be something at the end
I don't know if I'll stay alive
or if I'm just walking into a lions' den
there could be a prize
better than a gold-egg laying hen
but then again
I can't see that far
so I'll let you know
I'll write you
if my hands can still hold a pen
I agreed to walk on broken glass
feel free to check up on me
every now and then
A lyerYou're the best friend I've ever had
and I never want to change that
I never want to lose what we have
so I lie
I didn't want to be with you when I could
our time together is nothing more than killing time
My thoughts are deep and of philosophy
my art is about someone you don't know
My story is a mystery
and my life is adventurous
But the truth is
I'm bored and I'm doing nothing
You know everything there is to my life
Every time I paint, it's about you
and every time I think, it's about you
I crave every second with you once it's gone
and every silent moment you're within reach
I want to tell you
I want to ask you to meet me again
I want you to say I haunt you the way you do to me
I want to tell you which songs are about you
I want to come clean about how simple I am
to you and myself
but most of all
I want to ask you to be with me
I want you to join my imaginary adventures
I want my life to be yours
I want to occupy your poems
The Portraiteer: IntroVampires. An absurd concept really. Monsters trapped in mortality to terrorize bad little girls and boys in the deep shadows of the night. A fairy tale. Maybe a fairy tale, but ask yourself, in the dark hours of the morning when you drag yourself out of your scalding shower and prop yourself in front of the sink, what do you see in the mirror? a reflection? A projected image of your portrait? Have you ever gotten the feeling that isn't yourself staring you back in the eyes? Have you looked in the mirror and said to yourself, "That man isn't me." Vampires have a similar thought. Mirrors were invented to entirely reflect light, not absorb it like everything else in our universe; But the laws of this universe are not always followed. Deep in the core of the sun is an energy known as gamma radiation. If a large amount were to be released, we have no idea what would happen. Would the people of earth not even notice, or would the event leave nothing but our reflections?
I'm Mad About YouYou make me mad
Every time I think about you
I think of all the great things about you
Every time I think of those great things
I think of how much I love those things
Every time I think about how much I love you
I want to be with you
Every time I want to be with you
and that makes me mad
It makes me mad
to think about you
So leave my thoughts
I've got a lot to do
so I can't be with you
Dirty Blood: Feared KillerThe saloon was as busy as ever. All of the same old oblivious drunks shouting and laughing. Sugar-Cane Willy was passed out, drooling on the table. But that didn't stop his brother Moe from playing poker in his pool of sticky spit.
I was behind the counter as usual, feeding Fowl-Mouth Jim's addiction. Jim's dependence doesn't bother me, he feeds my family, I wash away his sorrows. Our favors are mutual, but you can swear I never get a thank you out of it.
Anyone around these parts could walk right in and tell you this was just as normal a day as any here at good ol' Al's, but being a bartender, I can smell trouble hours before it starts. Maybe it was that storm cloud rolling in this morning; maybe it was Willy staying awake ten minutes later than he normally did. Whatever it was, something was different.
A few hours after noon, I felt it. It was about three feet from the saloon's doors. Then, all of the noise in the bar was turned in to silence by a single loud crack generat
A Doll's Eyes Have you ever witnessed the passing of a life? There is nothing more real than the moment when you watch that pair of eyes go completely empty of life. Man or animal, the experience is all the same.
A moment so dark lives on such a bright day only too shallow in my memory. I was 16, and a very miserable mid-august day was reaching its end. I'd been on my knees, dragging my toes through my grandfather's field for over 8 hours. The workers and I were smelly, tired, and all more than ready to go home. None of us spoke a word, in English, nor Spanish. The sun would soon meet the mountains, but its glow was still burning strong. Our shadows were silhouettes on a near transparent yellow canvas stretched across the ground.
Exhausted I sat on the same pile of metal stakes I sat on every afternoon waiting for my mother's van to whip around the corner, and take me to a longingly awaited shower. While most of us were going ho
Wings Of Light
Wings Of Light
Upon me is the last dawn
Faded away has the last dusk
I leave behind all of the rights and wrongs
I don't deserve an afterlife that is also rough
Mesmerized in deep suspense
As I await the final arrival
My tears become so intense
These last moments of hope are vital
Allow me to break away
Accept the toll of my undying faith
I was careless as I fell
Mocking life itself
Every secret I held
Defined a broken side of myself
An inner slaughter I could not defend
A one-sided war that I could not fight against
My downfall is what I didn't want to prevent
I always lusted after the idea of my final descent
Because I knew that in the end I would ascend
All I can really do is live this divided life as best as I can
I realized that the only thing in perfection is being broken
And the only way to get rid of that is to wipe out my existence
Shine down and shine true
I will no longer be powerless
You don't know how long I've been waiting for you
Words To Ash
Words To Ash
My embers burn / A dark fire roars
My suicidal war / A blaze of words
I wrote this for you...
The old me really wanted you to read it
To tell you the truth...
Of how I came to be beyond broken
But I had to keep it
Because I'll never see you again
So my wounds remain hidden
A letter deprived of hate, I forgave us in vain
I'm trying to undo what you have done
Even if its just a placebo effect
This is me trying to “move on”
From this smothering resentment
Confessions turn into infernos
You crushed my faith
A villain disguised as a hero
My lungs start to shake
The sinner is attending church tomorrow
While this saint is endlessly praying for strength
My soul surges / A red sky clears
My resolve emerges / A cure for tears
I've journeyed through the flames...
The new me knows the reasons for your trespasses
ugly consumptionmonday my little girl asked, "what would happen if someone ate
the sun and
how many calories does it have?"
and i wish i could see myself objectively, wish
my skin wasn't worn from
have you ever seen your
hands as i do, strange bloated things
in search of bones?
and i wish i could remember when beauty
was a mouth red as pomegranate seeds eyes
like sickle moons. back when it was
more than numbers. ninety-five, eighty-eight.
get down to eighty-five and you will be
thin and sexless as wet march.
tuesday pa told me: "acceptance ain't something you
can buy at a convenience store."
and i am all mass no energy
as if all this time i have been
thinking i am breathing city lights
but they are really just water. sorry,
sorry, sorry. i have
atlantis resting inside my lungs.
Lament of an AtheistI cut candles straight down their waxy center
just by looking into the flame. Slick peels of
honeycomb melt into my palm and blister skin.
Then the world ricochets forward.
I plummet back into my body and there's
a thick distortion in audio. A constant pulse at
the back of my eyes, tuned to the rhythm of your
heartbeat. I look for traces of you, but,
God, you're lost.
Leaves fall as paper lanterns from wooden fingers.
Spiraling upwards on the breath of cosmos, back
to Heaven, lit like the sun on a marvelous azure
backdrop. I needed your wisdom, but all is gone.
Christ, you're dead.
Atheists are not meant to love. Realists are not
meant for passion. Idealists are the dreamers
of their own demise; only they can make it
A man once told me that the astute make terrible
lovers, but I'll fight that to the bitter end. Maybe
the irrational are so hopeful in their wafts of
hallucination they cannot come to mindful conclusions
of their forsaken love.
There's a poet under my skin, itching
Eridan's Lamentits kars fault - he wwas too stupid to lead - too stupid to live
its sols fault - he stole HER - wworthless yelloww bastard
its vvris's fault - she wwouldnt listen to me anymore
its fefs fault - she wwas mean to me
its all kars fault - he was in charge - he let this happen to me, to all of us
him and his freaky red blood
its evveryones fault
no one evver listens
no one understands
no one evver lovved me
i havve alwways been alone
noww to make it permanent
just do it.
S (so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so) many
Thoughts Mistakes Choices
Feelings Hopes Fears
Regrets Consequences Dreams
He finally understood:
the game was every man for himself,
and no one spared a thought for the boy
with purple hair and angry golden eyes
well, he didn't need them.
wwe are all so dumb - so wweak - so young
and I alwways wwas the wweakest one
thats wwhy I have to find strength
and join it.
A Prayer for the Scar Mappedi hope you find someone who loves you for your scars.
your scars are the battles you fought
alone, scared, broken at midnight
navigating the map of your lost soul,
wearing nothing but threadbare dreams,
with demons who would not die,
and who could not rest.
and still strong, you fought on.
i pray you find someone who loves you for your scars
your scars will tell the stories your lips cannot.
your scars will reveal secrets your heart cannot.
your scars will create meaning to the little things you do.
so find someone who loves you for your scars.
this is all that I can pray for, for you
and for you,
and for you...
Fear and FaithBlackest matter pervading my head,
seizing my limbs as I'm facing the dark,
thoughts unwanted, unheard and unsaid,
discarding thy redemptive salvaging spark.
Shreds of light stroking my mind,
creating a glance into heavenly place,
my childish self, so naive and blind,
thou enlighten for me oh to embrace.
It's the infinite dance, the unending fight,
a game to be lost by the vines of time,
one leads to sorrow, the other to light,
thou are the only to toll the ransoming chime.
Chapter 2: DemoniButter watched as her brother continued to play in the water, completely oblivious to the reason why he could never wander past the very river he was playing within. She yearned to know what Euteria had to offer past such restricted areas and what kind of people lurked around the dark corners of such a dazzling world.
Then a soft noise made its way towards her and she twitched her ears towards her right as she instinctively turned her head slowly to see another cat. The girl was noticeably sitting on a tree branch that was right above both of them, making no real effort to hide herself from their eyes.
Butters ears went back in aggression and a slow long growl rumbled out of her throat.
Scotch, sensing the shift of energy in the area sprung out of the water and fled towards the safety of his sister. "What is it?!" he whispered worryingly at her, shifting his eyes around the grassy meadow.
Butter let out another long territorial growl until responding to his question, "We have an int
The Element Of My HeartThe Element Of My Heart ~
She lays upon the fields of hopes
Upon the bed of fear
She carries the heaven's bouquet
And I smell it near
Upon the boat of time
She travels the ocean
Around my horizon
She is but my dear
She walks the fire of guilt
Upon the endless sky
She holds my fate
And makes me fly
Upon the lost wind
She's my guide
Around the clock of time
There she smiles
Oh shall I wait forever
More or whatsoever
Upon the night
She'll be my light
Or my storm
The element of my heart
She'll never leave my sight