Songs On the WindIt comes to me on the cool evening breeze,
The inspiration I desire
That rustling melody coming from the trees,
The crackling dance of a friendly fire
Even the sight of wind bending reeds,
Is music to my soul
It tickles and tempts, it heals and it feeds,
And the artist in me feels whole
Where do they go, these songs on the wind?
Who else hears its sweet refrain?
May love of life never rescind,
Or I will never be the same.
Defeating a Mental Disorderthe sludge in my frontal lobes is
bleaching white; a clear photonic
puzzle of what my thoughts used
to be. my mind feels about five
pounds lighter without the constant
bombardment of negative chemicals
rushing through mushy grey matter.
if summer were a medicine
i'd take three doses everyday,
injecting raw sunlight into my
veins and swallowing your smile
with a heavy glass of water.
my demons won't freeze, perhaps they'll burn
A Game of TwoI.
Let's make regrets together,
coated in kisses, hugs, and cuddles,
and crowned by our bodies touching
for one minute of ultimate bliss.
Let's make history together,
marred, black and bloody,
charred in arguments, neglect and
an overused apology we take turns
to toss and watch as it breaks, one bit at a time.
Let's make love together,
pretend it's fine, blissful and peaceful,
the picture-perfect you strive to keep for others,
but neglect the second we're behind closed doors.
Let's make hate together,
purple, yellow and blue,
sometimes red when you pick up
whatever object you find in a blind rage
and toss in a stunning grace.
Let's stop making memories together,
they cracked once your games of neglect initiated
and you realized I was stronger than
the passion Your Benevolence bestowed.
Let me burn your throne on my own,
I don't need your help to sin, I can
do that just fine alone, for all it took
was a single ma
In the airSearing brightness
Suffocates all thoughts
Here, there, everywhere
It is in the air
It grows in and out
The absence of control
The spacelessness of
Spectral eyes wide open
Penetrate the soul
As intruders pierce the mind
Seven YearsSomeone once told me all it took was seven years
For the traces of your touch on my body to fade completely
Each cell in my body replaced until everything is new
I just wish that it would also wipe my mind also from the taint of you
Locked away inside my heart, chained down by the shame
I thought for everything you did to me, I was the one to blame
Desperate to forget I tried to force it aside, only to implode from the pain
I thought that time healed all wounds, but I guess yours was just too deep
Something inside of me is broken, I don’t think I’ll ever truly heal
Terror still fills me every time someone gets close, that I’ll just repeat
I know in my head that I’m free, but my heart just won’t believe
The will to trust is shattered and I’m not sure if it’s worth trying again
WrathI am the darkness that drives you deep inside, the hissed warning and the clenched fists.
I am the power that courses through you, the reckless urge that just begs them to take you on
I am the fire that burns deep within your belly, the fuel to your hatred that never seems to waver
I am the bitterness that stands like titanium around your heart and the spiked rage which protects against aggressive hands grabbing in to close.
I am the destruction that comes from a lifetime of pain and the weapon of someone who has finally been pushed just that step too far.
Meant To BeIt wasn't meant to be this way.
Things weren't supposed to fall apart, or hurt.
It wasn't meant to be, that there's a rift now between us,
and you're bleeding, wondering what came between you and me.
It wasn't meant to be this way.
You never deserved to be betrayed.
Stabbed in the back and torn apart by someone like me.
I didn't want to abandon you, or tear the rug from beneath your feet.
I never stopped caring.
It hurts me too.
It wasn't meant to be this way.
It was never meant to be.
But what was meant to happen, and what necessary,
are two entirely different things.
Because even though I loved you,
You made a mess of things.
You spat on trust, and crushed it beneath your self interest.
Your need to be accepted and beloved.
Your misguided projections and need for perfection.
Your desire to fix what should remain broken
lead you to reveal whispers spoken to you in confidence.
How could I let that slide in good conscience?
It wasn't right to cut the rope, without so much as a good bye.
Hot CocoaWe take delight in the tender moments spent
together in a warm, wintry love affair:
Pleasures of the frosted night,
snowflakes dance upon the air
together in a warm, wintry love affair.
Resigning + New FounderHello all!
As much as I love this group and its fans, it's time for me to leave. I've run this group for over two years now and it's come time for someone else to make things more fun. College has come up in a very busy part of my life, and I don't seem to have time for this group much at all anymore. Thank you all for having me here as you did, and please give a warm and happy welcome to Samillie who will be leading you guys wherever they see fit!
For now I will be lurking in the shadows, helping whenever it's needed and making sure y'all are still respectful.
That's all for now, have a great day!
lynels signing off, one last time.