[D]etoxI can feel it inside of me
the drug ravaging my sensibility.
I have a virulent toxin in my veins;
And I'm desperate for a way to clear it out.
You've seen my withdrawal symptoms,
they come in bursts of evanescent anger.
Illogical feelings all the stranger;
leaving me reeling with a bruised mind in its wake.
Always I seem to speak before I think;
I react before I let the emotions sink--
And when it passes I'm logged with regret,
But like a bad gamble, I can't take back what I bet...
And if you asked me to look; I can't see a life before me now,
certainly not if I go on in this way of living...
My brain seems to be imagining a happy future,
but day by day it's my actions that are supremely suffocating.
And I know, right now, that I need to get this sunset out of my veins;
So I guess I'm running tomorrow cold turkey,
because pain is the only thing that can detox my brain.
Teaching the Meaning of LoveTo me the meaning of love has always been dark.
Love, in my opinion, is about staring at that abyss inside of you.
It's about confronting the demons that beat you into submission,
convincing you that you are less than what you're worth.
But that is not how the story ends...
Love is about facing that void inside of you,
coming to terms with those very same demons
and all the while doing it for someone other than yourself.
Love is about finding that one person
who dredges up all these uncomfortable things;
but then they hold them beside you,
letting you know that life is giving you a second chance.
That is what love has always been to me,
it's about a person who brings you a positive change;
even if it might be uncomfortable at times
because you've chosen to bury your darkness
inside a hardwood coffin, sealed with nine-inch nails.
Love is finding that person who helps you uncover that stuff,
so you can finally have some closure,
with the one who taught you how to ha
A Nice Cup of TeaSometimes I don't know what to do with my feelings.
Imagine so much about someone that you shut everything else out for them
and suddenly it feels like another person is in the way...
You've tried to do your best to make the other person comfortable
but the concessions just don't seem to be enough.
You've swallowed your own feelings a hundred times over,
simply hoping that they won't call out your bluff.
And you've done it all willingly,
so there's no real complaint.
Anything to see them smile right?
But then something hits you,
and the mask breaks a little bit;
you know that you shouldn't be upset over something so petty...
but the truth is that it's just a trigger.
It's the straw that breaks the camel's back
and everything you held in the dam comes rushing out.
But even then you still care about them,
and the pain of losing that person is greater
than the pain you feel killing your one true self.
So what will you do then?
The only answer I've come up with: is <
Anger ManagementEven when one has found peace
there will always be a demon just beyond the door.
It whispers through the cracks; temptatious words,
trying your sanity with every breath...
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Balanced PoetryIt is incredible how your writing
will often reflect the very balance of your soul.
Words that are laced with poison
resemble the toxic veins through which they run.
It is why writing is an outlet for us,
because we need the paper to reflect our inner beast.
Yet what can one possibly write,
when they have found a profound moment of inner peace?
In this state that exists, where the soul is calm
as opposed to a wild and raging tempest.
One's words are without an edge,
they have no emotional value at all.
And yet within the balance,
perhaps I have found a hidden piece to this puzzle.
For words that bear a calming influence,
seem to be in short order these days.
Waga tamashī wa kinkō o motomeru.
And for once in my life I've found it.
I suppose you could say then that: the real challenge of poetry begins here.
Lighter WordsMy, my, look at you,
just a single day and you seem to have grown a pair.
Well, I couldn't exactly stay 'short of balls' as you so quaintly put.
Oh? Quoting me too, now that's impressive!
Well, perhaps I should have listened earlier.
After all one of the lessons you always tried to teach me was:
Never let poison slowly kill you,
suck it out, spit it out and put it back inside the bastard who sent it to you.
I see, quoting my old lessons as if it makes you sound tough,
But let's get down to the real question:
Have you finally made a decision regarding your little 'flower'.
That I have sire, and I believe it is the right one.
You see, the flower is beautiful,
it exists for me to look at
and yet the decision to pluck it;
to keep it forever as mine,
that decision rests with the flower.
So you're going to relinquish control?
Not in the sense that you think,
Dark ConversationsI shouldn't be doing this...
Really now, what makes you say that?
I do not deserve them, I-
That is just your insecurity talking, let it rest and just-
No! No, this is not my insecurity talking.
This is me being realistic here.
I cannot keep doing this, it's wrong.
What is wrong is that you are denying yourself what you want.
Did they not come to you willingly? A hundred in droves,
just as you asked all those years ago.
Well all those years ago, were a mistake.
I never knew what I wanted, but I can no longer do this...
And why? Because you've finally tasted the sweet nectar,
the delicious broth of honesty? You've found something pure,
but you have never known that...
No, I haven't and I don't think I ever will
because I've found a beautiful flower, unsullied by the forest around it.
I've found a lily growing, in what would otherwise be a scummy pond.
It's a s
Trap of FaithI have learned much in my recent meditations.
For the whispers that exist just beyond the veil
hold a wisdom incomprehensible, to those rooted in the mortal vein.
Think clearly if you can
and understand why we are already slaves to the darker powers...
Evil is not something as tangible
as a Saturday morning cartoon villain.
That which is evil does not openly announce its intent.
It is as insidious as the serpent
and as wise as the owl in its machinations.
So again I ask you, to think clearly.
If you were a being of infinite power
who desired nothing more than to rip apart mortal society.
Why, oh why, would you bother sending demons?
Why would you make it rain fire from the sky?
Why would you send a plague to blight their people?
Such dark tragedies only send them closer into the arms of angels,
but evil is not stupid and evil has long since learned.
For faith is our greatest shield than so too must it be our greatest weakness.
And once something is
A Letter from Last NightThere is an awkward gap between us,
because there's no way we can go back to before.
And yet I see it in those pretty hazel eyes of yours.
That you love me just as much, if not more.
I know you're doing your best to hold back.
You don't want to get burned again, and neither do I.
If I had to go back on my promise once more;
Then as cheesy as it sounds, yeah, I would rather die.
And I know that I can't push you further,
because baby that's not how I want 'us' to be.
And I'm going to do my best to make you trust,
So you can give me that cute little smile
when you finally decide to look at me...
Because girl, I love you
and I know it will take some time.
But I'm going to be working hard each and every day
So I can finally call you mine.