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But tics go by
when I sleep or when you cry or if I dream I wait for you to come with me The love that once was never there And never does the clock extend to stop or give a helping hand and then and then ...it ticks for more like springs creaking through the floor |
For time continues
even in death It never ends And always turns Clockwise or Counter Always around in its never-ending circle. |
its only a ever-ending square
or even a rhobus though we can only go black or white or back and forth Where we may end |
But white starts
And black ends. So forth is back, In time. Goodbye today, Don't bury the bad. |
only bury the good
and the sane because in this world who can know what is possible and impossible |
impossiblities mean a lack of imagination
and i know that you have one so don't tell me you don't like confrontation because little white coffins holding back the words on your tongue never did you any favours so tell me something |
Tell me what it means
When you drown me in your screams When all I have left is emptiness. Tell me why you question All that I have and will do Why never do you mention All that I've done for you? |
all those times i heard you scream
and all those times i let you sing and all those materialistic things that seem to mean so much i only wish that you could see how very much you mean to me. you are more than just the mess on my thighs and more than just the tears i might cry i'm the lyrics, you're my melody we get along with perfect harmonies tell me you love me tell me you care say you think of me when i'm not there say that you'll hold me i need you like air say we're forever like lancelot and guenivere. |
But like air,
You can still suffocate. Don't take it away Hold it, dear. Tragedy is imagination, Used wrong, like you. And I feel the pain. And she feels the pain. And you still take it, and smother it. The flame goes out... |
then the water will fall
from the sky to put out the flames of agony sadness to wash in the waves of happiness. |
Happiness of the living day.
cut by the oncoming night. My porcelain smile fractures and falls but does my heart stop? the darkness pours in quickly and my pulse grows fast again anticipation gathers as your arrival is subtly announced a bump a sigh the soft whispers falling from unseen lips caress my skin in the darkness of night Ah my temptation my unseen beguiler purge my sin of decietful love and engulf me in the passion unknown in wedded bliss. Let me feel unfamiliar hands and unfamiliar voices and have them draw me deeper into heavenly damnation. ((Ninja Addition. My work is done.)) |
The glass,
It shatters on the ground. Blood seeps out And ruins the shining love, Only to be embraced By strong emotion. Protective arms, Encase you in death And forever more, The feel of passion Burns deep in the soul. (( O.O No one has been posting. :sweat: Heheh. *revives the Lit Forum* )) |
the running water
down the kitchen sink a black dot appearing to shallow the feelings of the time when we loved each other |
Night is getting darker,
as the wind makes it cold. Pale moonlight shines down on the lake to make it bold. Such a lovely night down into the woods. Trees and rocks and cliffs, near the shore they stood. Peace and tranquility where man has not disturbed. Untill it all gets torn down replaced with cement and curb |
And then we tear it down
With fire from the gods With power from a man A single man so smart But not so smart to outrun Those who wished him dead |
Trapped into a corner
with nowhere left to hide. Fear is crushing in from the left and to the right. Those who wished him dead are here to bring him to an end. |
Through the back door
New dreams emerge. A life of desire gone, A love of peace to come. Never an end to happiness Until solitude brings turmoil- And happiness ends the world. |
For the whispers in the wind
bring promises of peace. Of ends to wars And joy to all. But the wind is ever changing, When will it's words reverse? And tell those tales Of things to come |
As the world stood still,
No breath of air, No form of life- A small hope emerged. It dances across the oceans, The valleys and mountains. The filth and injustice disappears Replaced with a Spirit so divine, And hope brings life And air The world turns again. |
turning
turning heart beat racing unsure blood pumping through strange new veins as the rush of new beginnings sets the heart alight. |
Bright colour
flame of passion, crimson gold and the egg yellow of morning sun greens; dark deep pale and slight, the meadow powder sky, pallid and soft and deep indigo with silver fish-stars come night All sensations fresh and strange like a child just-born, newly-seeing |
I open up
to this strange new world, a stranger to it's custums and colors My eyes are the only part of me not covered in dirt in flame in lie my eyes tell the truth of my past |
past and present
much the same a blur or color faces laughter from my throat that rises up and bubbles out and I can't stop it. My eyes feel so heavy my heart aches but laughter keeps pouring out of me Will the future find a way for me to stop a way to look at the world without joy? For I don't know which is worse the beauty in things that shouldn't be or the beauty in nothing. |
Despite nothing
I have everything. With no money I rule the world. For I see beauty in all the creatures. I see beauty in all things. Though in truth my eyes are blind. And seeing is not something I do. |
And with that lack of sight,
We miss the horrible. All is pleasing, But not kind. The 'beast' It is. Now turn, Dance with it- Find that true grace And bring love, bring The Beauty of the night. |
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