this is emoSometimes facebook just reveals too much. Seeing you in photos, wearing odd clothes and a smile like I've never seen before.
So what if you've changed? I have too.
This is what possession feels like: burning, and a clawing at your throat.
the pen is the swordSo we battle with words, and the vast unsaid that lies just beyond our fingertips.the pen is the sword
Almost-hesitation swells in the collision
Your eyes pierce and pull; drawing circles in the darkness of the scarlet iris, and tears wash and wither away.
Syncopation, argument matched with the soft hiss of blood against bone against blade demanding definition.
And so we battle with words and the vast unsaid that lies not beyond our fingertips, but in the blind eyes: touch and tug and tearing.
_conflictYou walk into the room feeling noise already suffocating you in - Papers are thrust, wild eyes glare and spittle gushes onto your face._conflict
The floor is crowded with white static noise and the fragile wall between questions shot to shards by stale words
The din rises, echoing off the whitewashed walls, the soul stripped bare Perhaps the brass only clashes in your head an orchestra crowding closer, pleading Animosity
Listen to the mantra of reason Demanding definition Striking a broken match to light the way Decoding the writing on the wall
_homeward, hopewardone foot placed miniscule inches from another step quietly past the sleeping babes, dozing_homeward, hopeward
direction is a mere route of thought charted in black ink clothed in red (don't) turn that way again
losing your balance on the slip and pull of ocean's surface it's yours to capture, to keep
slash open the door towards home murder escapes from painted lips a giggle, cold touch and whispers crawling
look back to see how far you've gone and through magnified sparkling eyes you're back where you belong
the journal pages flip tear so
_of cowards and untold dreams { JUMP } screamed the chasm, salivating murky water at the vast edges of sanity._of cowards and untold dreams
she grins at me,
glimmers tempting/taunting head bobbing to the rhythm of
water against water against stone the abyss falls wide drops to the fifth corner of the world, untouched by humanity's broken hand
wind roars filling the lack of space
The hanged manI shuddered, asking "Does the future exist here?" brazen eyes flashing, slithering smile, throwing me into the pit, where everything is of sin- the world engulfed in its own flames, seeing the chronic disease that racks the human mind- mother of all inventions, touching the death and decay of it all.The hanged man
I sheddered, the room changed, and we were entwined in a liar, of spinning, luminous threads, of grey, silver and green serpentine..........
You were saying that i am going through, what others never do, that perhaps i will di
| sorry, the picture's rather big. I'M ALIVE AND KICKING ON DA! yeah, I mostly do poetry, occasionally prose (but I don't upload it; most of it is scrawled over my foolscap pads) and I definitely don't do art cuz I can't draw for nuts. i'll add an icon when I bother to look for one. Enjoy (: |
Sadness
have a nice day~!
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For who we are can only be deemed by what we think of others.
For what we are can only be read by what we think of life.
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Lets introduce Mrs Knife to Mr Lung
"Put some magic on it, Put some magic on it, PUT SOME MAGIC ON IT!" Gerard Way
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When reality strikes you, it feels like getting face slapped by a fish. O_O
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