Dark HellThe time was beautiful.
We were the center of our universe.
Love was a power so strong...
I was afraid to die.
I feared death would steal you away.
My soul was entangled,
never to let go.
the ruler of all things.
Then it happened;
Your mask that once fit so tight
fell away to reveal...
all things hidden,
all things buried deep,
everything so dark.
The saddest of days,
the broken, feeble ways of deception.
This death of our love?
Was it love?
Nothing could ever explain the hurt I felt, I feel.
Still I love you...
how could I?
You dissolved...you melted away into a sad memory...
of you and me...
You've a new mask now.
It fits so well.
Still my heart dies
in this lonely, dark hell.
WishIf only I had words
to make you feel better
just by writing them down...
or a beautiful day
when you're in stormy weather
and happiness cannot be found.
Just let it be known
you are never alone
when your heart aches
or you feel beyond blue...
you have friends that love you,
respect and adore you,
and we pray
that this you'll get through.
Every SecondTime is pain
Your memories speak.
Life seems too still,
over the edge you creep.
all the faces and places
nothing ever erases...
...it just starts all over again
WritheAs my soul...
my body....spread across the landscape...
I scream inside
to no one.
no one listens.
I scream inside... no one hears.
my life as an insignificant...
is significant to me.
I wallow inside...
The fetal position of self destruction.
'til I crawl..
I'll lift myself ...
To find myself again.
Through the sands of time.
Completely out of mind.
Immortal soul of light.
This repetitious plight.
Of flaws I cannot hide.
Of myself I'll cast aside.
From understanding 'til I die.
of a child.
Victim of her beauty,
Killer of her beauty.
Oh how the child ran.
Faster than her mother did.
Finally had enough of it.
Her trust in all the lies.
She just didn't realize.
Victim of her beauty,
Killer of her beauty.
Time and time again
Awake in her weary world.
Time and time again
she'll take from the little girl.
never looking back.
losing all that.
Victim of her sanity,
Killer of her sanity.
ForgettingThe love was worth remembering,
so vigorous and fulfilling.
In an instant of pain and sadness
how I wish I could forget...
your declaration of regret.
an atheist's prayerdear god,
i planted no tulips in autumn
and no tulips came in spring.
how silly of me, then
to mourn the empty garden,
to long for fields of amsterdam,
to kneel at night in cold dirt,
i’ve learned there is
a certain ache in lacking
a thing never had, that small itch
whose relief is two seasons past –
so god, if you can hear me,
know that i am homesick
whose name, like yours, i know
but whose flowers i cannot see.
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 choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
OC Meme*Copy this into your Meme..
-Choose 10 of your OC's
-Answer the questions
-Then tag 3 people
1.) 3, 7, 4, and 9 go ice skating. What happens?
2.) Its Christmas!!! 5 throws a christmas party and invites three people of choice. Who does he/she invite? What happens?
3.) 6 catches 2 dancing/singing to the 'spice girls'. What's 6's reaction?
4.) 1 and 10 are stuck in a janitor's closet. How the crap did they get in there?
5.) 4 confesses his/her love for 8. What happens?
6.) 3 walks in to see 6 and 7 making out in 3's closet.. What is their reactions?
7.) 9 and 5 have an argument that soon turns into a fist fight. How did it start? And How does 2 try to break it up?
8.) 6 and 7 are getting married! But 8 is in love with 7. What does 8 do?
9.) You here a knock on your door. You open it to see every one of your OC's bursting in to your home. What do you do?
10.) 2 admits to you that he/she killed 9. What do you do?
11.) Everyone gat
apostasybefore he led me like a lamb
to the altar,
he got me drunk.
take this and eat, he said,
hands on my hipbones,
soft thighs, soft sigh
for this is my body -
but he gave me no bread, only
bruises, and he gave me
new thorns for my head
and i bled
till sunday morning.
who speaks of resurrection?
are you there,
will easter come?
TapestryThe morning is a tapestry...
tripping over last night's grace,
I watch you weave your skin
and shake out your hair -
soft teal and jonquil
shadowing your cheek
as the curtains part between your hands.
Threads tangle as you turn,
dawn is a gentle lover,
and the tumble of birds
plaiting their soft notes
lingers on the pillows
where your smile is my undoing.
not grief, but something like itmy grandmother's tartan bag sits on an upside-down bucket in the basement,
full to the brim with little liquor bottles and cardboard boxes
I go to do the laundry,
pass it twice an hour
and every time, just for a moment, I think she's visiting
What We Eat to SurviveAlone, the air starts smelling like
scrambled eggs and a rat that
died in the wall. Mayflower sons,
Puritan daughters, that kind of lineage.
Alone, their thoughts detach from mildewed
ceilings. Crashed and peering under doors
with lurching frames, someone speaks.
Until. But nothing ever opens.
Alone, one voice in particular, and the train
across town interrupts it. One in particular,
murmurs an old song about the leagues of
suffering that half a century can bring.
Alone, and the first thing he sees are his father’s bones.
What we eat to survive. Cast iron shadows,
a fishing rod in the corner, sister’s torn prom dress.
What we eat to survive.
AnimeAs soon as i saw Anime on Tv I was happy to see it played,
I Like inuyasha, FMA, Naruto and many others but why?
At 34 years old loving anime, isn't this strange?
Loving Anime is loving someone
You cherish it forever
Until You die but Anime is Amazing what they can do today..
Its in 2-D, 3-D and CG's But no matter what,
Anime to me will always cherish me into my heart and soul
When i was younger Anime never existed,Why?
Anime will stay into the younger kids today,
Anime will rule the world maybe someday?
What can you do not without a pencil today?
You Can draw Anime,
You Can always give you're best shot to draw even if you're not good enough,
True isn't it?
You can put Anime on Tv, on a website about everything,Anime Kick Butt.
Coffee Shop MemoirsPhilosophers think
We may dream our reality.
With earphones attached liked IVs
I dream my own melodic universe.
Until someone laughs behind me
And strikes up conversation with a friend.
And in that moment they become my anchor
Are they spinning through my dream
Or am I spinning through theirs?
Sometimes life fits in a coffee cup,
Sometimes inspiration pours out slowly like a packet of honey,
And sometimes it all mixes together
Like liquid incandescence that I drink right after brewing.
When no one speaks to me for hours
I begin to wonder
Is everyone dreaming a reality that includes
The whole café but me?
The street outside the window
With passing strangers, dogs and cars
Is a whole new Milky Way
Waiting to be discovered.
But I am no space explorer
Aliens are beyond my reach.
Whispers of the people around
Reach my ears distinctly
Like waves lapping on the shore.
Words on paper go no way
Towards proving that I was ever here
My identity is slowly condensed
Not into the people who kno