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Could Have Been My WordsThe voice through the speakers croons
Lines I well could have written for you
A testament, a profession—still these are words
More than I can express—a truth that burns
Time and distance will stake no claim
Even now my love remains the same
Through devastation, utter confusion and pain
My resolve, my absolute devotion remains unchanged
AnticipationBreathing in anticipation
I feel the ghost of jubilation
Hope is such a revelation
To be aware, a strange sensation
ChangelingLittle mischief maker
Beautiful Changeling child
Tiny Pixie darling
Winsome Trickster smile
Deep blue gateways, so keen, charm full
Infectious chiming tone, enchanted soothing lull
Love given freely, to those worthy as she deems
Worlds born of words, from days spent a-dream.
Celestial face, ever shining sun, of my darkest days
How have I proven worthy, what did I do, to deserve this gift of fey?
More Real Than Real…And when I awake, I awake to wistfulness or some stronger unnamed emotion. It courses through and leaves me utterly hopeless, longing for what I left behind in my dreams. I lay motionless for a while with the taste of melancholy in my mouth, terrified to forget the beautiful impossibility that sleep brings. I don't want my waking world to wash away the bittersweet escape my mind constructed. Sadly, I must arise before the mere memory of an illusion destroys me where I remain. What moments ago brought me comfort is just as capable of breaking me completely.
Such is the Way, Such is the WorldThrough the days unnumbered
And rhymes inadequately performed
Past the different phases
And the ones yet to reform.
Beyond the many confusions
And lines that are ever blurred
My face has yet to change
Yours has yet to discern
The lies in my truths I told
those confessions I entrusted you
In the love of ages I gave him
The uncensored admission I honored,
Not to him but to you.
The warmth and acceptance we traded
Care begrudgingly granted
Yet still I kept most for myself
My selfishness be damned
your faith in me will burn
The world will not stop spinning
When the last pure breath of yours falls.
When my crime is complete
Not one will care
None shall record.
When the demise is made true.
None will notice
All that passed.
When I was right.
They'll all admit.
The truth I knew all along.
No OneShriek your curses to the sky;
For no one else will listen.
Let your tears fall to the earth;
For no one else will catch them.
Writhe in pain upon the ground;
For no one else will hold you
Pound your fists into the dirt;
For no one shall you ever hurt.
Watch the colors drain away and the water rise as you drown
Listen to your breathing cease for surely thou art dead now.
UndeniableI will scream with clarity of clouded uncertainty
Raw truths fully hidden
The dance I dance the best, the song I sing the most
The resolve as strong as glass, shatters in a single ragged breath
Worthless treasures reft away in daylight, only to be restored in shadows
My pride and all things me, sent to sleep for a time
My life was gray then all went black
No more apathetic bliss
I woke up and stood on my own again
Look down and fly
Fall away from the awareness that cascades around
Muffled whispers by fire, warning me to be treacherously true
Embrace the wind, in a slow rush of intoxication be born anew
With blatant stealth, I choose my path
With cautious recklessness I close my eyes, and see
Stop merely listening to words. Hear what he means
Destruction is what his very body language screams
I know what I cannot possibly know
My destiny is not mine alone
WinterGoneWhere did my winter go?
Summer brought it to an end.
All the shivered promises
All the whispered plans
Summer seemed to steal away
Leaving only means and taking ends
Heaven on Hold StillI have sat at this door for many months, proving my ability to display patience. No key is in my pocket, yet there is now a window. I can more than sense the wonders of the room; I can see, feel, envision and taste. Despair washes through me. I've never wanted anything more. That only proves I am right to wait and strengthens my resolve. I glance once more at my hands. No key. Not yet. But soon. Not soon enough. But nearer every day.
Short Thoughts: 01It was not long ago when I looked into the bathroom mirror and saw pure, deep amber. Yet here I stand, hunched, staring at a dull brown. It gazes back, defeated. Time moves around me, each minute uncounted. All I can do is stare, and stare, and stare. The light ages, flickers, weakens. The mirror dusts, clouds, cracks. I am still here. I am still peering for a glimpse of that refreshing, flashy gold. It will not come, but I am still here. I will wait for its impossible return.
strea, dthere is a man on the side of the road staring down at his feet, but he does not know what to feel. He feels that whether or not people will think of him as being some sort of delinquent who does not abide to any rules. a man walks by him and while not saying anything he makes it know in his body language that he despises this former character. for what reason, the walking man does not know, society just decides to make these rules that define people as being undesirable and not liked. Cars down the highway and they see this man except they don't because cars don't have eyes the people in the cars see the man with his face down and they sigh and shake their heads, as if they are trying to tell him inadvertently that he is doing something terribly wrong even though he hasn't. The man walks down to the bridge by the harbor and he looks down at the disapproving boats making their voyages out to the great green sea, the man thinks to himself that he wishes he could be the boats, that he co
Once Upon This WorldOnce upon this world, I was asleep. Asleep and content, blissful unawareness had overtaken me and I loved it. Once upon this world I saw what I wanted, however briefly, it was no less mine. Once upon this world, there was nothing that could make me happier than time cast into oblivion carelessly abandoned in the ether. Once upon this world, I woke up.
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