Hello : D
Well. Here we are in 2009, he he. C:
I have many pictures to post from christmas/new year photo taking ;o; and some new poetry and writing type things that someone inspired me to write. I might also start posting some art here again.. But just a few things, maybe works in progress. Or things with some sort of deep meaning.
I've taken quite a few pictures of the puppies, and all the other animals, and some video recordings of them and other things that I happened to capture over the holiday with my new phone ;o; which is blue xD and is quite good for taking photographs and recording sound/video. I'd been looking for a phone that was a good music player and I think the phone I received works magically for that. I've been drawing much more now, too. Since my tablet has started working again, though still in quite a dodgy manner. I'm feeling much better too, with my back and things, just starting to properly get back into being bouncy again xD:; I received some other marvelous things for christmas and new year too.
I have so many things I want to say as of recently. But sometimes I get really nervous and can't work out how to say things. I should just say whatever words come to mind when I'm thinking I suppose. Been really cold here too, colder than it usually is in winter anyway. But I've been doing more things so haven't really noticed it terribly when busy. xD;;
So yes. I am much more well than I have been, but still in need of a little more rest I'd say. Will be posting pictures, photos, Video/audio recordings and new poetry possibly in the next few days, if not tomorrow. C:
And also, the picture at the top of this post is from something I am currently working on after being inspired by someone's magical words.
-Rae-
Labels: Drawing, Photos, Poetry, Videoclips
Vermin Exterminator at my Door
So maybe it's all going down the nick? Or at least I am. It was really at the end of the year before last that I knew I wouldn't be able to keep this up.. And at the time, I thought 'this' was the continuing to be alone and the like.. But... I still feel as though something needs to change, I'm still anxious, though a great deal less than I was before.. It's still there.. The fear and the loneliness.. Helplessness that I can't help but let wash over me.. I feel a great sadness eating at my insides.. Disfiguring the only lungs I have to breath. But I'm not really sure if I'm empty or full.
But I've lost any motivation I ever possessed, I can't even remember what it feels like to be motivated to get up and do something. So uninspired, and the only thing that keeps me doing things is my drawing.. And my writing, that's all I do now, draw and write.. I have so many things to say, but I worry that I'm making a big deal out of nothing all the time, maybe I am too dramatic? I mean, it's not like it works for me, but it's what I am, friendships mean so much to me.. They are my fine wine and cheese. I can't just brush off everything as if it's a blade of grass on my muddy knee. This is like a battle, for every move you make, I make an equally disturbing retaliation. And if you don't like it, then you can jolly well go home to your crumpets and tea; No loss here.. I hope. I know I enjoy control, manipulation is something I employ on a daily basis, but I can be reasonable too.. I am sure.. But these raging rivers, they block out my screams. I always think, well, when we are chatting, it's you and me, no one else, no one else exists in that moment, in that confined box, only the keyboard matters, and nothing is out of the question. I wish you could see my secret enthusiasm.. My gestures, my life. Maybe then you would see that it's not just a game to me. It's all very real to me.. my life is very real.
And now it seems, there are a lot of things, that just don't feel right anymore. People won't listen; Maybe that's a bit more of a general sweep than I should put on it.. I think there is someone I need to call. But does he ever pick up? Hm.
I feel as if I need to say something.. But the words have ran away already, tired of waiting for my lips to form them into real sounds; Tired of me. I've been advised to do something.. But I'm worried it'll lose me something I need. I don't want to lose yet again, not like this. I need a certain someone to hear me out, even though I don't know what I could possibly say to justify my idiocy; My stupid feelings are truly indecently placed. Would it be okay to say I'm not worthy? Because I cannot stop myself from feeling what I feel.. I can't render myself feelingless, unlike some marvelous whimsical people out there it seems. I've tried to be there, as much as I can, but, someone is still sleeping.. I don't think they see it. I care deeply for them, even though they make me hate them so, all in the same instance they once inspired happiness, but now I'm left with tear stained cheeks. I need something to say.
But anyway a poem I managed to write.. Which I like C: ;
So pointless in your eyes,
They have no purpose
I think that's what you mean.
I am irrelevant and all that I feel is unreal,
Shot down for satisfaction not for pros.
Kill the carpenter that made me,
Shoot them dead and down,
Lay them on the table, all them souls,
And watch them leak gold.
Like a vermin exterminator in my house.
Everything is gone and lost,
How do I begin,
If the end is already breaking the door down?
Pointless and surreal.
Closing my eyes I take a deep breath,
But I want to cry.
There are no comforting shoulders here
A marching army,
Into the battle field.
I want to speak,
But my mouth is gagged.
I thought you were everything
I needed to be guided by,
But as I sit here,
Feeling that cold stare that refuses to lift,
I realize something.
You can't understand it,
I don't even think you could feel it even
If you tried.
You're not like me at all.
Unacceptable, maybe.
They look at me
Believing there is strength in this withered shell,
But I crack,
I break and I
Chip away.
You make me cry.
I don't know how to do anything else
Any more.
So shoot me dead
To the floor,
And hope
I don't get up for more.
Hope I stop crying.
Aren't you the one who should care too?
Aren't you real,
Truly?
I don't feel it now.
Dead and tear stained,
But no longer crying.
Memories fade gently in a flickering light,
A burning heart lost,
A mind wasted on blind eyes.
You make me cry.
Labels: Life, Poetry
The Hero - I don't die
I've been wondering why I feel so empty as of late.. Makes me wonder why I continue.. And then I thought.. "Well who is it who is my 'guardian angel' anyway? And where the hell have they got to? Missed the train maybe? D:' I'm not sure if a 'guardian angel' can be any one real person.. There are a lot of people who have helped me throughout my life.. And people who have hurt me, but in effect have helped me to learn something for the future.. I know who I would like to say is my one, 'guardian angel' kind of figure person.. But. I wouldn't want to throw such a responsibility of taking care of my craziness on any one person. -3- Ultimately I think they know who they are already O: ;D Ho ho. They make me happy 8'D It's nice to be able to forget about the troubles in life that we all have and just be.. Free from our metaphorical chains of realism for a while.. To dance with our bare feet touching the sand.. To lay in the grass of a well cultivated friendship. To have fun. Sometimes it's really good to catch up with the old friends too, the treasured, long time folks you know and love; The special people you keep in your heart will always be the people who are there for you. As you are there for them in turn. I am grateful for all of those special people I know who make me smile and laugh C: Know that you people are te awesomez ;D!
So.. Some more poetry has arrived for those of you that read this 8D! Maybe I will write more about said 'hero' later O:!
This poem is about several things.. Mashed together I guess O: Because.. A long while ago I knew someone who made me realise that forever doesn't really mean 'for ever'.. And that makes me weary of going into anything that's supposed to be 'forever' or really trusting anything or anyone who believes in 'forever'.. I guess. I just.. I don't really like to say 'forever'.. It's also about feeling as if the person/thing which is protecting you is slipping away, or indeed wanting them to come back.. That feeling of safety and security, I remember it.. Well, I think I do. That's what the hero is.. I think. The personification of 'safety'. One time last year I felt really insecure.. And I was reading a book at the time, and all I wanted to do was stay within it's pages.. I was so scared of the real world. Because I had no one at the time, I knew that my heart was about to be broken, you know, like.. You know you're going to get burned just before the water hits your hand.. But you can't do anything but stand there and wait for it to happen. I waited for a while. But the wait only made things worse when it actually happened...
Around that time I was really down and angry and quiet and upset, I didn't have anyone to talk to about anything.. To fix the wrongs that had been made.. I didn't know how to mend it. Even now I would like an end to it, I don't feel as if the end has really happened, the book isn't closed yet.. I'd like it to close, because, even if they were willing to go back to what we were before, which they won't, that I know, I would never be able to. The trust has been broken.. The seal opened and the cookie eaten, it can never get back to what it once was, ever again. But that's okay. I learnt something from it.. I really did. I just hope I can protect myself better in the future.. I know I deserve all the pain I get; But they deserve whatever they get too. I hope they are doing well anyhow. XD I guess at that time I just felt alone, I pretty much set myself on lockdown. That was the first time I had felt this way.. Never before had I felt so terrible inside.. Like my heart was rotting inside of me; My insides were dying... And then my life screeched to a halt.. A really painfully long skid to it actually.
But I cried all of my tears over those, what? 6 months was it? Something like that. But there never comes a day when I don't feel the pain of it all; At first everything reminded me of this special person, absolutely everything, I couldn't open my eyes and scream without seeing something that reminded me of them.. I think of them less so now.. I just accept it, after all thats all you can do; Accept and move on I suppose. It's funny really, recently I thought "Well, what does their voice sound like anyway? I.. I can't remember" Because I can't.. I really can't remember what they sound like.. But I know that person I knew, doesn't really exist anymore anyway, the memories of them I hold within me, they're just old versions of the present, none existent dreams, nightmares, flashes.. I never thought I would last this long.. But I still feel the same way I did back in September.. I feel as if something has to change, 'Something gotta give' comes to mind.. It really has. I just don't know what yet. I don't feel as if I am 'living' right now.. I'm just waiting here on stand-by. Anyway. I'll stop rambling now.
The Hero - I don't die:
This feeling,
I do not recall,
I know I've felt it before,
But that was a long time ago.
I'm so scared of forever now,
You know, it's a lie.
I'm so tired of 'always',
It 'always' ends in tears.
Oh won't you prove me wrong?
Please don't die,
Please don't die,
Please don't die,
Please don't die.
don't die.
I don't think
I can take care of myself,
I'm unsafe,
You gotta' stop me from falling again.
I'm stupid,
I do what I know I shouldn't;
I'm still misguided.
Please change my mind.
I have no faith,
Just the none existent current,
Pulling me forward.
I can't believe,
While my eyes can see
This deception
Right in front of my feet.
Please don't die,
Please don't die,
Please don't die,
Don't die.
I need you;
You are the only thing
Guiding me
Home;
My glimpse at the truth.
A lie within in which to lay my head at night;
My invisible safe house.
My anchor is here in you,
Though it may seem impossible.
You are my shield,
My angel, guarding me,
Silently.
Don't ever stop existing.
Dealing me blows of my own,
Trouble I need,
But you keep me out of the bad storms.
.Thankyou...
Please don't die,
Please don't die,
Please don't die,
Please don't die.
I don't what I would do-
I need an adventure,
In this game,
You play the hero;
That's why I call out your name,
When I'm alone,
When I'm lonely.
When I'm unhappy,
I call out your name;
You are the hero;
So don't leave now,
Don't go yet.
I'm not ready to say goodbye.
This game isn't over!
You can't die.
I won't die.
I won't let you
Go home,
Your home is here,
With me.
Don't you remember?
The weight of the heavy rain,
Washing me downhill.
The rays of your sunshine;
They bring the warmth back in.
In my bones,
In my soul,
On my mind,
All the time.
My door is open.
So..
Don't die,
Please don't die,
Please,
Don't,
Die.
This game isn't over;
Not yet.
..So just remember...
I don't die.
Labels: Poetry, Random banter of the philisophical mind
The Rope
I've been very.. Well. There are decisions to be made,
there are moves to be played, and a whole lot of pain to be felt; I imagine anyway.
In other news I wrote a poem today, I saw something, and, I had to write this..
EDIT (Monday 14th January 2008, 18:25) : My birthday went well ;DD It was funz~~~ I feel somewhat better today 8D!.. That is all x3 All this down here is irrelevant ;D o3o
I hope it will clear a few things up for someone... Because I don't know where I stand with them any longer... And my method of rectifying such things on my own is cowardly D: I wrote this while listening to part of a song called 'This Way" |3;;;; And yes I am upset and mad again D: *phail* I hope I don't feel like this tomorrow D8;;; *my birthday is tomorrow* Any day but then. XD;
I always wonder why I fling myself into things that end up killing me inside D: I give things away too easily it seems.. Show too much; Give away the weakness. Let the words pour deep inside of my heart, and then I freeze up.. I don't pay attention in any way that would benefit me.. And then. Then I am lacking in answers.. I have no fight in me. I better go get some.. Looks like I'll need it.
But it only happens every so often.. The people that mean the most to me... I.. Somehow push away/lose.. Am I incapable of being happy? Why must I be so clingy and controlling D: And it always seems it's my fault.. I guess that's because it is. YOU HAVE TO STOP ME NOW; IF IT MEANS ANYTHING; I NEED YOU TO TELL ME. I really mean that. Do I really have to do things I'll regret? *overreacts* Crazy caps lock thar ;w;/ I don't think I'm in a good place right now \;3;/ *in need of hugs* Shhhhhh~ ;'DDD
The Rope:
I stop talking.
I stop talking,
I stop talking
Now.
Standing still;
Is the war over yet?
Do I care if I win or lose?
It doesn't matter,
Just so long as it pleases you.
I stop talking.
I stop talking,
I stop talking
Now.
The background noise flitters in and out,
The seas vicious waves;
Sweeping me out to sea.
I do not believe.
But the tide will come back in,
That I am certain of.
I wonder,
Do you control these,
Happenings?
I stop talking.
I stand still,
I am unmoving,
I don't care.
I don't care.
I still care.
I stop talking.
I stop talking.
I stop talking.
This is an irrelevant battle of wit now.
You build upon what you've got.
And I will watch silently.
Pointless retorts in a fruitless land.
Learning the words and the lies;
Off by heart,
I know your lines.
You have no crosses to me,
Our paths are broken.
Broken.
They have been for a long time..
Still willing to fix them?..
Still willing to heal.
I stop talking,
Close my mouth
And leave.
It got passive,
It got easy,
It got harder not to...
I got reluctant and secretly seething,
Or not so secretly.
I stop talking.
Will you stop breathing?
I'd like to imagine that somewhere,
Somewhere within you,
There is a caring soul.
But I have not seen it,
I have seen tyranny; yes.
But that does not equal the compassion
Trying to escape from within you.
I stop talking.
I stop talking.
I stop standing in your wake.
Did the best man win?
Has the best woman got your back now?
I stop talking.
These lips,
They will not purse for you.
I stop talking.
I shall not shed a tear upon this empty..
Feeling.
If you could give me a sign,
Making it obvious,
If you could.
Straight forward denial;
It has to stop.
How can an army function,
With a captain that's asleep;
How can our bodies listen,
Without the technical input of nerves.
How can our hearts beat
With nothing to breath?
I stop talking.
Stop me now and maybe I'll start.
I stop talking,
Someone pull me back up.
I stop talking,
I stop moving.
This is the wall you have assisted in building;
Pretty ain't it?
I stop talking.
Won't you stop breathing?
I need a sign here,
Anything to identify the right move.
This game of chess is dwindling;
Finish the game with the move only you can make.
Finish me off.
No mercy.
I stop talking,
Silence.
I need a sign here,
Anything to peer,
Into the gloss of the sun.
I stop talking,
I stop talking,
I walk out with my arms folded.
I know you don't know,
You don't know about my perfume,
You don't know.
I know you don't know,
You don't know about my red lips,
You really don't know.
But I think you grasp what you're losing here;
Take a sip-
I wonder if you'll like it.
I stop talking.
Don't you listen to me?
I say you should take me seriously;
Or not at all.
I stop talking,
Ruffle up sleeves
And turn around.
You can have your way now.
Did you suspect this?
I wonder if.
I stop talking,
What will you say now?
Where will you go?
Who will you go with?
An empty ideal,
but I wanted it.
I realise now,
You are not an object.
And that's why..
I stop talking.
So many uanswered questions,
Maybe it's my fault.
Jumping in too deep;
Drowning is a probable possibility.
I stop talking.
Look what you've lost,
I hope it doesn't matter.
I really do.
I hope I mean nothing;
Because I wouldn't want to hurt you
If I meant something,
Anything.
I won't even say what you mean and meant to me;
That would only be to promote guilt.
I stop talking.
This is a war,
You obviously think you are in charge of.
Am I that predictable?
Reading me as I speak.
As I have read thousands of others;
Books I shall keep,
Though the covers are worn.
I stop talking.
Can you read a closed book?
I know I've tried,
And you know how that went.
I wonder if you are making a decision.
I wonder what the other options offer in my place;
I wonder what the point of this debate is.
But I don't feel like waiting,
It's hurting already.
I jumped in too quickly,
And now I am burnt.
Your mark always on me.
Your words always in me,
Covering my mind.
Littering the corridors;
The luggage I leave with,
The luggage I take away,
The things I leave behind.
Am I making a mistake?
Please inform me if I am.
For whoevers benefit;
For yours at least,
Or others you care for.
I stop talking.
"I'll give you a moment to think this through."
Gesturing to the leather seat
In front of a rather dark desk.
"Will you sit down?"
I stop talking.
And watch you carefully.
Background noise of shuffling paper,
"This is a factory you know." -
A factory of ideals;
Of beliefs.
Eyes move to the seagulls,
Calling their shrieks in the silence.
"Why who would want to fly now?!"
Gesturing arms in the air,
"The exaggerated freedom!"
Green eyes look up conveying incredulity,
But I look away.
I stop talking;
Oh, aren't I just awful?
I'm sorry you've lost me,
I'm not following you.
I'm leading my own way through these trees;
Good luck to you.
Good luck indeed.
I would have.. Stayed.
And no I'm not giving up.
You request treason,
And I'll hand it to you.
Punish me as you will.
Stop me this time.
Someone please stop me.
I stop talking.
I'm sure you know how to reach me,
If ever needs be.
Labels: Giving It Away, Poetry, Random Banter
"Three Four, Five"
"Three, four, five..."
Need to, stop running
Need to get back home
Need to
Get back where I belong
Get out
Of the running
Out of the running.
Have to get back
Where I come from...
This place
Holds so many of my enemies
It's like a black hole
Of bad
memories
A fresh start is all I need.
Coz I'm sick
I'm sick and tired
Of all
Of all of this compliance
I don't want
To sit in line everyday
Don't want to call my number ever again
It's best
If I get out
Of this place
Sooner than later
Baby
It's wrong
I know
To judge people
By their hellos
And goodbyes
By the colour of their eyes-
You can see so much more
In the soul-bearing hearts
Of lions
Than you will, ever see
In another human being.
Coz, I'm sick
I'm sick and tired
Tired of all this compliance
Tired of many nights
Spent, awake
And afraid
Awake and unmoving
Awake and weeping
I'm merely sick
And tired
Of all
Of this compliance
I don't want
To sit in line everyday
Don't want to call my number ever again.
Stand up,
Face the wall again,
I don't need all these memories
I'm carrying.
Erase that number from the tables.
I understand
Why this doesn't affect everyone else...
Or rather, I wish...
"Three, four, five"
I promised I'd still be alive
"Six, seven, eight"
I promised I would stay
"Nine, ten, eleven"
"You lose"
But I've lost again.
Coz I'm sick
I'm sick and tired
Of all
Of this compliance
I don't want
To sit in line everyday
Don't want to call my number ever again
"Three four, five."
Can you stay alive?
Can you speak lies
Even when you're
At the spirits blade?
Can you, count on me ever again?
You see
I need to escape,
This place
Reminds me of your smile
The church where I used to pray
It reminds me of your ghastly laughing.
"One, two. three."
Coz I'm sick
Sick and tired
Of all
All of this compliance
I don't want
To sit in line, everyday
Don't want to call my number, ever again.
Labels: Poetry
Hidden Identity 4
Maybe, eventually, I'll tell you
who I am, maybe not...
Watch the sun rise, clouds fade before your eyes
Have you seen the way the birds fly together
As a flock?
Have you seen the homeless,
Sleeping in the alley ways?
Watch out for robberies
And masked intruders,
Maybe eventually,
You will work out this
Mystery,
Sometimes I wonder, if you already know me...
Secretly.
I've said before,
My name is like a clearl crystal,
Can be touched, can't be seen
Unless, light is everywhere.
They say, love will conquer all,
I dissagree, life is free, love is costy.
And my Hidden Identity
Is the price I pay.
Kai X.X - "Whomever so thinketh of stealy thoughts, shall be left in a pit with nine tenticle covered eels, and then broken into a pile of mush by the meat grinders... A wounderful fate..." :P
Labels: Poetry
Are We The Same?
Do you think I need you..?
I've been pretending all this time...
You were there, thinking I was the same as you,
Turns out, I'm nothing like you,
Sick of pretending,
I don't care anymore,
I loved you,
I still could,
Are we the same?
No.
Were you always there,
To protect me?
To save me?
With me?
For me?
Why me?
Why me?
No.
Is it my fault, that it ended this way?
Is it my bad,
For thinking,
We were still the same...
My fault for trying,
To stay, for trying
Not to hate,
My fault,
For being.
My fault, for not walking before...
Were you always there,
To protect me?
To save me?
With me?
For me?
Why me?
Why me?
No.
Are we the same?
Are we the same?
Are we the same..?
No.
And yet, I'm willing to believe anything... X X
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Been listening to "Just Like You" by Three Days Grace
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Labels: Poetry
Poem - Sometimes Wrong is Right
I'd like to see, if I could kill you,
From my memory,
Get rid of your words,
They keep spiraling around in my head...
I can't stop thinking about you...
Everyday, round and round,
Go away, would you?
Do you?
Believe?
Everything that I say is nothing to you.
I'd like to see, you cry
Because I made you cry,
Like you saw me do,
You know what I'd do?
I'd laugh.
Laugh, laugh, laugh.
Everything that I say is nothing to you...
Loose you on the map,
Erase you from my past,
I don't need this,
Or you, in my dreams,
I see you in the night,
But the only word that springs to mind
Is 'die'
I really hate you that much,
Even though I still, love you.
But what is love?
I was there for you,
I trusted you.
Like you wanted me to be,
Everyday, I couldn't leave you...
And now that I have...
You're still haunting me,
Jealousy, it's clear to see.
Nothing to me jealous of,
Do you want this pain
Something you can use to complain?
Just because, I don't show it,
I don't show what I'm thinking,
Feeling, what I'm planning,
To do to you.
I'd like to see, you cry
Because I made you cry,
Like you saw me do,
You know what I'd do?
I'd laugh.
Laugh, laugh, laugh.
This is how much, how much
This is how you have...
You changed me,
You said I was all wrong,
Is this better?
Loose you on the map,
Erase you from my past,
I don't need this,
Or you, in my dreams,
I see you in the night,
But the only word that springs to mind
Is 'die'
Get out of my mind...
Would you?..
I promised I wouldn't look at you,
Talk to you...
Just. Go.
This is sort of... Influenced by something that happened a long time ago, someone influenced this, and by the way, it's good to write poetry about real life, it eases the burden... Somewhat ;)
3llo l33t m4st3r!
Kai - "If it was sane to love you, I probably wouldn't love you anyway..." X.X
Labels: Angst, Poetry
:.A Collision Of Hearts.:
Random Poem!:
As the earth and the air collides,
I miss your soft touch on my shoulders,
Your hard grip on my hand,
"The best things in life are free."
Hmm, who said that?
They forgot to mention, the free things,
the best things, never last,
do they?
I know, you don't deserve my attention,
no, not even my thoughts,
just stop, looking so, appealing...
Those big blue eyes,
trapping me,
I wanted to step out of the lime light,
slink away...
Wouldn't you permit a happy ending?
Or at least, an end?
As the earth collides with the skys,
birds lose balance in the white clouds,
and red drips from my lips,
you didn't know what you had,
but, neither did I.
For some reason love poems seem to be everywhere I go.. For no reason at all, haven't got anyone to sing them to anyway, makes me wonder why? oh well, enjoy this random post!
Kai X.X - "Thankyou for all the blood, thankyou for all the pain, but I'd just like to say, please why not take it all away..?"
P.S - 'Kiss From A Rose' by Seal is great, you should check it out...
Labels: Poetry
Scenario 12
So, here we are, Saturday afternoon, great.
No sign of anyone, anywhere, and many websites are acting weird, even more brilliant.
Here is a sketch, for everyones enjoyment:
Labels: Poetry
A Common Cause For Concern
And, as if they told you something,
You didn't know anyway.
As if you had a friend you didn't want to lose,
The fondness of another,
It kills your very escence,
Your very hope, dies.
And the way you worry,
But people, tell you,
You can't do anything,
Just stand on by,
But how can I stand there,
And watch my friend go?
It's not you,
It's the fact that I can't eat,
Sleep, or breath,
Without thinking about you,
Without worying about it.
"You can't do anything,
Helpless little fool,
You can't exactly, say anything, you fool,
Since she'll only think your,
Trying."
And, then, when the strain of breathing,
And not eating, really gets to you,
You'll fall,
Fall, then, it'll happen.
But I 'spose, it won't matter,
Since your blood'll already have been spilled.
This, pain, I can't withstraint,
This feeling, gotta' take somethin',
To pull me back,
To reality.
I just feel, like crying,
Like crying, like leaving it all.
To burn.
Leaving you to wander.
Blood dripping from your soul.
But, whos fault will it be?
Mine for not watching?
Yours from not seeing?
Or hers for being?
Who's fault will it be?
Who will be left dripping?
Labels: Poetry
Close to Fantasies Heart
Sure you can get pretty close,
with a gun in your hand,
but not close enough,
to take her back.
Gundrops lined with diamonds,
and coppers on the floor.
I stole your medallion,
and now,
I'm back to settle the score.
A heart of darkest pastels,
a soul of purest gold.
I'm lost within a demon,
i'm unstoppable, but still,
at least, my hearts not capable of breaking,
Not capable of losing anything,but her.
And, she was yours,wasn't she?
A pixie on the mantlepiece,
an angel by the stove,
so many I've collected,
hard to believe, I know.
Try to forget that I'm an arrogant fool,
don't fall behind, I can't be shot,
not that I've tested that...
But hey, how hard can it be,
to steal away each fantasy,
and live a life as full as every tear ever cried?
But, she was yours,wait, she's not anymore.
Labels: Poetry
Poem: Fire - The Masterpiece
This is not a game to be played lightly,
This is life we're dealing with,
But hey, it's your death sentence,
Hanging on the line.
There's a brewing fire,
Lighting up the midnight sky,
It's got your attention,
Nothing else you see but the light,
Like a child, watching magic in the night,
You are mesmorized,
Briefly hypnotized,
Still, easy to fool,
Your death is approaching,
Your heart still ain't racing,
Calm air fills the field,
The executioner, sharpens his axe,
And all, you, of all people,
Can think about, is the flames,
For they say, you have always,
Been fascinated by fire.
uncontrollable as it is,
Still a memory in your dreams,
You claim one touch, from this masterpiece,
Can kill, or save a man.
And, now, is your chance, to see.
By A.R.C
Labels: Poetry
Heaven Hearts'
Just because the islands dead,
And the children are not fed.
Doesn't mean the world must save them,
They can save themselves,
With no fear from treason
Volcanoes going haywire,
And natives eating bread,
It all looks pretty peaceful,
In the land of the dead.
Tsunamies to the right,
With earthquakes to the left,
And still they pray to heaven,
For a descent nights rest.
As if they didn't know it,
They're guarded in the eve,
By creatures unlike you and I,
Have ever seen,
Large claws on every tentacle,
Fish breath in the air,
And four large opal wings,
Soft as an angel's hair.
While people sleep so soundly,
These creatures fill the sky,
Watching over every hut,
Right until they die...
Volcanoes going haywire,
And natives eating bread,
It all looks pretty peaceful,
In the land of the dead.
Just watch out for those creatures,
Flying, over head,
Though later on that evening,
You'll wake up again.
(There's another poem, feel free to comment, oh there should be a picture of these creatures posted here soon, so look out for that)...
Labels: Poetry
Patterns on The Floor
I feel there are so many things I'd like to say to you,
Though saying them would kill me, would kill me,
And everything you worked for now would die.
The land I touch is braking, and just like coal upon the fire,
It burns thy's soul while underfoot.
Short fury at thou's empty truth,
fiery beginnings always end in ash.
Ash to the kitten flames to the Raven.
Don't walk away from me, as I have done before,
I left this world to crash and fall,
And yet I feel I'm still a part of it.
My lowly shadow making patterns on the floor,
Patterns, from now undying, broken patterns most gallore.
Well, that was one of my poems, yeah, it's alright, I suppose, feel free to comment...Labels: Poetry
