ZankouTAO

Like a nebulous cloud Adrift on the whims of time, The winds of change, You dance before my eyes, A tantalizing prize Displaced by leagues of circumstance And random happenstance So far beyond my reach. A distant delusion, A fragile illusion A lingering indecision On the fringes of my vision Out of reach, out of touch Out of bounds My fingers grasp at you But close on thin air Because no matter where I think you are You're not really there… You flicker in the distance like a dying candle flame So very far away, As fleeting as a dream; Just a dream…

Words don't come easy Not to a tortured poet Despite what you may believe Or what might make sense Because nothing makes sense What can I say?  I have nothing to say Just the ten million things I want to tell you But can't Ten million things but nothing to say Why does it have to be this way? I have all of these words On the tip of my tongue With an infinite capacity for combination But none of them work And nothing makes sense And everything hurts And I just can't express Anything Stymied Blocked up Full of shit Overflowing With nothing Nothing to say Except everything But how to express it? Words don't come easy

Will this feeling ever go away, This dull grey ache inside my heart Like fatigue at the end of a long, long day, But present from the long day's start? The clouds above, a great grey wall, Obscure the sun and block his light; As the clouds descend, so too my heart does fall, But I lack the strength to put up a fight. The days are long, and laborious too, And lacking love and fun and joy; There are many things yet left to do, But all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. I'm  weary of life, of its many demands, And of all the problems that I'm to inherit; I feel the weight of the world in my hands And I don't know if I can

I would say I had a broken heart, if I had a heart to break, but the one I had has been ripped apart, and has long since ceased to ache.   There's no feeling left inside me, I'm just a fount of acrid gall—a foul and loathsome darkness locked away behind a wall That was built from scars and loneliness, with jadedness and fear, so that I could hide behind it, so that I could disappear. The wall, it hides my soul away, and keeps it safe inside; it's there to keep the pain at bay, that which I cannot abide. This pain, it comes from having had, and then soon after lost; and it bites and gnaws and gnashes like a cold and bitter f

Le restant final d'une tourmente, Qui peut restaurer l'humeur contente… Des gouttes d'eau qui sont frappés par la lumière, Et, à travers le ciel, jettent un spectre de couleur… À la fin, on pourrait trouver Un bol d'or, si on est fortuné… L'arc-en ciel, la bande colorée, Qui pend aux dessus de la terre...c'est une chose de beauté.

All sense of time has eroded.  All sense of meaning is lost.  The letters swim before my eyes, the air stings my throat; a blanket of smoke layers my senses, and eternity ceases to be an obstacle.  No more am I limited by my mortal flesh, for I transcend all that is and was and ever shall be.  I see beyond my eyes, and into the tangled terrible truth, as things are and should and must be.  The atoms and molecules dance before me in the light of ten billion photons, as the waveform collapses and life itself ceases to matter, and matter itself ceases to live.  Protons smash into each other,

I fled in terror from the slowly advancing mass of beetles.   My shoes pounded a dreadful tattoo upon the sidewalk as I pushed myself to escape.  The beetles pursued me with unremitting fervour, their shiny carapaces glistening in the moonlight, their mandibles clicking with vicious enthusiasm as they sought to tear my flesh.  The skittering and clicking of the beetles echoed softly in the dark and eerie alleyway, as they moved steadily toward me. Catching sight of a mass of garbage piled up against a fence, I turned and jumped up, and, bringing myself in reach of the top of the fence, I clambered over it and

"Goodnight cruel world, my dear old friend," I said to the Earth, as the day reached its end. "It's days like these I love the best; When I can lay my head to rest, Secure in the knowledge that you have not won, Ere the end of the day and the set of the sun. For today, the hatred, cruelty and strife, Were occluded by the beauty and splendour of life." And the Earth, of course, made no reply, but to turn on her axis as time passed us by.

Vous me manquez tellement, ce soir. Sans vous, la nuit, elle fait noire. Ce n'est pas juste, ma seule chérie La vie sans vous n'est pas la vie. Sans vous, je me sens seul toujours Il fait froid et sombre dans mon séjour. Mon cœur est lourd avec tristesse, Quand je n'ai pas ma belle princesse. Je vous adore comme le beau soleil, Qui s'est enfui lorsque vous m'avez quitté. Pour vous de revenir bientôt; Ce qui serait un bon cadeau.