Tuesday, October 06, 2009

We are fallen divinity
With eyes of fading light
Our skin bears The Mark
That seeps right to the blood.

The hunting horn blows again
And the bloodhounds respond
And so it goes
On and on
And on again still.

All our childlike hope spent
On locked gates and shut doors
We are on a precipice
Crying for escape
And promises that speak
Of ire and desire
Of life and of strife.

We jump, we fly, we soar
down a path of ends unknown
One step multiplied to infinity
Wanderers by fate
Born with the inheritance of the unslain.

* * *

I'd be lying if I say I didn't want it.

I don't understand this because there's certainly something wrong here.

Already gone on sabbatical.

You're a good person but that fact is buried deep, deep down under an anomalous, amoral abyss.

Identity theft.

I was wrong many times before but I might know you better than you think.

Take me seriously.

Are you nice to me because you have to be - because you OWE me? I really don't need that.

It's okay, I guess. You make me look good. Haha!

Where do I fit into all of this?

THAT should've been lost in the flood.

Disgusting. Despicable.

And you cry and you call out to deaf ears.

That is why there is only emptiness when you clasp your hands together.

We all want something better. We all want something MORE.

Quid pro quo.

I hope you know that.

I simply want you to see.

Desire and intensity, all wrapped up in feeble and forbidden passion.

Have I informed you today of your stupidity?

Fraud.

But then, I suppose, I'd only be insulting myself.

The curve increases every year.

Lured under false pretenses.

"Suffering is evil because it is a violation of the human person, ultimately resulting from sin."

Until it is anchored - it may yet be swayed. The current is strong and it is but a small, small vessel lost in the middle of a vast, vast sea.

How? Why?

X-ray vision.

There is power in beauty and beauty in power.
Because the pain feeds the poetry and the poetry feeds the pain.

Annoyance, adoration, jealousy, disbelief, acceptance, shame, fear, awe, sadness, warmth, shock, gladness, disappointment, relief.

Rich citrus cream.

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
-Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)


Funny how that is.

Every little detail means something. Or maybe it doesn't. Maybe we're all just sons and daughters of Cain.

What were you hoping to find?

* * *

It's like a condition
this rendition
of cat and mouse, baby
and I don't know what it is that can save me.

Won't you reach out
whilst I shout
your name?
End this silly game.

Because I don't wanna play.
I just want you to say
what you know I've been waiting for;
EVERYTHING and more.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

"I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands and wrote my will across the sky in stars."
—T. E. Lawrence


I thought I'd be over it by now but no... working with you still makes me want to BREAK something.

I can't wait for this year to be over - for all this ridiculousness to just STOP. I can hardly stand it.

I can barely breathe. I am so sick of it.

We always want what we can't have.

I cannot imagine being anywhere else. It has become home. I belong there, don't you see?

And one day I will take your place. You will see that you aren't so special after all.

It has hit me. I am being left behind.

I'm sorry that I said what I said and did what I did.

There was an ache somewhere inside that needed soothing.

Faith.

All that escapes me.

To believe.

Impossible.

I don't want to leave. You can't make me. You will see that I will not be so easily disposed of.

Why do I keep you around? It hardly seems worth it anymore. There's nothing you can say that will save you. There's nothing you can say that will make a difference. It's all over and we can never go back.

Would I be strong enough to refuse?

There are things that you will never, ever know.

* * *

Walk Me Home - Mandy Moore

Baby would you walk me home
I don't want to go all the way alone
Baby would you walk with me home
Baby would you take my hand
Come with me now to our special land,
Baby would you walk with me home

It's three a.m. and you're on my mind once again
I must have been dreaming
I thought I felt your heartbeat just then
Then I wondered how it would be
if I was your lady and you were my friend
I would put my heart in your hands
And it would never end

Baby would you walk me home
I don't want to go all the way alone
Baby would you walk with me home
Baby would you take my hand
Come with me now to our special land,
Baby would you walk with me home

I hold your picture next to my heart all the time
Oh yeah baby
You're my dream come true so glad you're mine
Then I wondered how it would be
if I was your lady and you were my friend
I would put my heart in your hands
And it would never end

Baby would you walk me home
I don't want to go all the way alone
Baby would you walk with me home
Baby would you take my hand
Come with me now to our special land,
Baby would you walk with me home

Every day and night I want to hold you
Understand that I am going to love you
In my own special way

Baby would you walk me home
I don't want to go all the way alone
Baby would you walk with me home
Baby would you take my hand
Come with me now to our special land,
Baby would you walk with me home

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Karma is a bitch - I did tell you.

There are just so many cliches and stereotypes in this relationship. I am laughing out loud.

Behave.

I'm worried. REALLY worried.

So what was THAT like for you?

Nice hair. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Among many OTHER things.

LOSER.

Can we just forget about that?

I really, REALLY don't want to do this right now.

There are more important things.

If I get into trouble for doing this, I will bust a cap in yo ass.

* * *

So Into You - Tamia

With every passing moment
Thoughts of you run through my head
Every time that I'm near you
I realize that you're heaven sent, baby

I think you're truly something special
Just what my dreams are really made of
Let's stay together, you and me boy
There's no one like you around
Oh baby

I really like
What you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you

I really like
What you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you

It could be the way that you hold me
It could be the things that you say
(That you say)
Oh, I'm not too sure what it is boy
But I know I like feeling this way, hey

I think you're truly something special
Just what my dreams are really made of
Let's stay together, you and me boy
There's no one like you around
Oh baby

I really like
What you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you

I really like what I feel when I'm with you
You're a dream come true
Don't you ever leave my side
Cuz it feels so right

I really like
What you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you

I really like
I'm so into you
I'm so into you
Oh, I'm so into you

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