When will you learn
That you don't have to hate me
To break my heart
That you needn't speak so harshly
To scar my faith
And that while our hearts
Beat in such perfect unrhythm
Mine can never be whole
-
When will I learn
That there is not one 'true' love
The be and end all of existence
That reopening old wounds
Will never allow scars to heal
And that whilst the first love
May be strongest
There is always room for another
A girl sitting in a plane, can you see her? No-one else can, the mother busy with her screaming kids, the happy couple returning from their honeymoon, the fat teenager, his head bobbing away next to her. Can you see her remembering? What was, what is and what will never be. Dreaming of love and hate, true friendship and betrayal. Fear is dangerous, it makes you lie, but the more you do it, the better you get, 'I'm fine', 'Okay thanks', 'Yeah I'll call you'.
Can you see the comfortable shape of a gun pressing against her leg? She used to work in an airport, she knows the tricks. Can you see her standing, the pudgy flight attendants indignant
her cold eyes accused me
everyday of my wrongs
of the chaos left
in my unobtrusive wake
Melt further
Become one with the dark
Never again let the leaves rustle
In the breeze of your passing
so i melted softly
smooth as chocolate
locking the doors behind me
and binding my heart in love
squeezing blood from a stone
but sure enough here it comes
thick heavy and dull
moulding perfectly to your contours
hours days months pass
and still that beauty astounds
that angry acceptance
as her cold eyes accused me
Dear [NAME],
As I write this to you I wonder if you will ever receive it. Which would you prefer? You sure have been the source of many emotions, funnily enough, never hate, what I had always considered my strongest emotion was weak and pathetic compared to my mindless infatuation for you. This dumb clumsy elephant just crushed a prize panther without even pausing. Sorry about the bad parallels but you understand what I'm trying to say Anyway, I know you don't really want to hear this so I'm going to stop writing now. I should never have started. Everything was so much easier when I was a crazy freaky nobody, content to live in my boo
Please
can't you see her?
I didn't realise
couldn't distinguish
bad and wrong
anger and fury
over the years I LEARN
to put this power
THIS SAVEGERY
into a cage
a little glass box
everyday
I see her screaming
begging for that CONTROL
that power
I wonder where she's going
do you think,
she could find a way
through the spider bars?
can she find me?
Please
let me in
LET ME OUT
I know what she wants
PLeaSe
Little miss pretty
In dangerous woods
Bright clothes drawing
Twisted minds
Boughs snatching
Ripping beauty
Until only innocence remains,
And then that
Disappears as well
left all alone
with a monster
But do not worry
Joyless child
Father is not a monster
Father killed the monster
don't you remember?
dust to petals
pink and blue
love to ashes
and love anew
way of living
way to die
start to feel
and start to cry
watching petals
float away
dream to dream
another day
spirits free
rage in pain
killing souls
shattered chain
fire draining
slowly
escape
fly free
saturate the purity
of gentle white folds
open the chasm wider
embrace the winding path
of uncertainty
colours and sounds
painted together
building walls
squeezing in
drawing out more
more
more
dry empty vessel
abandoned in a bathroom
surrounded by a halo of fire
Feather talling,
Pure and bright,
Sinking slowly,
Through the night,
Through rivers of blood,
Firery shame,
Endurance of,
A deepest pain,
A stone baked bitter,
Hardened heart,
Buried hidden,
Cold and dark,
Rise up whole and,
Cleanse yourself,
Lick your wounds,
Redeem your health,
Love for you,
Love for your life,
Love the unknowing,
Sacrifice,
For even in,
The deepest night,
There is a distant,
Glint of light,
A feather falling,
Shining bright.
When will you learn
That you don't have to hate me
To break my heart
That you needn't speak so harshly
To scar my faith
And that while our hearts
Beat in such perfect unrhythm
Mine can never be whole
-
When will I learn
That there is not one 'true' love
The be and end all of existence
That reopening old wounds
Will never allow scars to heal
And that whilst the first love
May be strongest
There is always room for another
A girl sitting in a plane, can you see her? No-one else can, the mother busy with her screaming kids, the happy couple returning from their honeymoon, the fat teenager, his head bobbing away next to her. Can you see her remembering? What was, what is and what will never be. Dreaming of love and hate, true friendship and betrayal. Fear is dangerous, it makes you lie, but the more you do it, the better you get, 'I'm fine', 'Okay thanks', 'Yeah I'll call you'.
Can you see the comfortable shape of a gun pressing against her leg? She used to work in an airport, she knows the tricks. Can you see her standing, the pudgy flight attendants indignant
her cold eyes accused me
everyday of my wrongs
of the chaos left
in my unobtrusive wake
Melt further
Become one with the dark
Never again let the leaves rustle
In the breeze of your passing
so i melted softly
smooth as chocolate
locking the doors behind me
and binding my heart in love
squeezing blood from a stone
but sure enough here it comes
thick heavy and dull
moulding perfectly to your contours
hours days months pass
and still that beauty astounds
that angry acceptance
as her cold eyes accused me
Dear [NAME],
As I write this to you I wonder if you will ever receive it. Which would you prefer? You sure have been the source of many emotions, funnily enough, never hate, what I had always considered my strongest emotion was weak and pathetic compared to my mindless infatuation for you. This dumb clumsy elephant just crushed a prize panther without even pausing. Sorry about the bad parallels but you understand what I'm trying to say Anyway, I know you don't really want to hear this so I'm going to stop writing now. I should never have started. Everything was so much easier when I was a crazy freaky nobody, content to live in my boo
Feather talling,
Pure and bright,
Sinking slowly,
Through the night,
Through rivers of blood,
Firery shame,
Endurance of,
A deepest pain,
A stone baked bitter,
Hardened heart,
Buried hidden,
Cold and dark,
Rise up whole and,
Cleanse yourself,
Lick your wounds,
Redeem your health,
Love for you,
Love for your life,
Love the unknowing,
Sacrifice,
For even in,
The deepest night,
There is a distant,
Glint of light,
A feather falling,
Shining bright.
fire draining
slowly
escape
fly free
saturate the purity
of gentle white folds
open the chasm wider
embrace the winding path
of uncertainty
colours and sounds
painted together
building walls
squeezing in
drawing out more
more
more
dry empty vessel
abandoned in a bathroom
surrounded by a halo of fire
dust to petals
pink and blue
love to ashes
and love anew
way of living
way to die
start to feel
and start to cry
watching petals
float away
dream to dream
another day
spirits free
rage in pain
killing souls
shattered chain
Little miss pretty
In dangerous woods
Bright clothes drawing
Twisted minds
Boughs snatching
Ripping beauty
Until only innocence remains,
And then that
Disappears as well
left all alone
with a monster
But do not worry
Joyless child
Father is not a monster
Father killed the monster
don't you remember?
curtains open-curtains fall by tiensou, literature
Literature
curtains open-curtains fall
the curtain opens.
i am sitting on a wicker chair, legs up,
hugging my knees, as if i could hug myself
back together again,
you are smoking, fingers incessantly tapping
on the scarred, dusty table,
as if each drumbeat could beat down on me,
stop, stop and stop again.
i look at your fingernails,
where dirt has collected in minuture halfmoon smiles
of brown and muck-grey.
like the smiles you bear, rotten from smoke,
seeping out from behind your teeth.
some nights i imagine you cry blood,
but i think that's only because
i see you like a vampire,
cold, dead. heartless.
your ciggarette is just a thin column of ash now,
which you
the water's thickning,
and i'm starting to be aware,
that i need to keep kicking,
to get out of here.
here, everything is downside up,
and i'm in too deep,
when my heart's face up.
Here, i'm walking barefoot on frost,
small souls cracking underfoot,
here, the trees are dead;
frozen water snaked trains,
through snapvine veins,
into heavy, weary heads.
today, i saw a man,
who said,
he saw a man,
who said,
he was on a road to somewhere.
somewhere nice,
different.
with cheaper flights,
and cleaner toilets.
To Write Love on Her Arms by moonfreak, literature
Literature
To Write Love on Her Arms
Were riding in the car like we always do, always on our way to somewhere else. Im driving, passing highway sign after mile marker, counting the interstates until we get where were going.
Shes asleep in the passenger seat, skin porcelain pale in the choked dawn sun. Its streaming through the windowpane in flashes that mark time with the gaps in the trees, just a few hundred miles more.
Somehow I cant see how this is a real thing, real like the way hearts break, but like floating up above here, just looking down into her beautiful face. I shake myself like it was only a dream, but here she is, right here in
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choi
Well, I think that that is all I can take.
I will not remove tributes or joint works.
Otherwise, all is gone apart from that which I cannot bear to delete.
I will be burning the paper copies as soon as I can.
I don't want sympathy, this is the way that it is, nothing will change that.
So lets get on with it.
Q