starlight?
or was it just the blinding sunshine?
as if autumn's retraction would again
grow in her moonlight.
we have become just a fading reminder,
a second thought without a glance.
a heart felt waiting, crushing by nothing-iknow, literature
Literature
a heart felt waiting, crushing
the idea is nonexistent
some other life, this love
discovering...
if she is gone
i am done of feeling,
this shredding weakness,
heart falling, failing
what is the fucking point...
i thought that i had matter,
that i had meaning.
we are,
and for minds,
are swee slots!
i think of what...
lost...
and now a sound.
she calls of me,
what heard have i for hearing.
spin...
and spin around so blindly
like on wet leaves,
these small dying things...
what timing,
a week for last,
and how amusing all of this was,
reduced to such a silly joke...
hair playing fingers,
disappeared from sight,
a toy, a number,
anyone...
i doubt that i will ever say goodbye now..
why have i...
and now, i am asking how?
of an inconsistent winter,
the unfolding of a hand nervously reaching.
yearning for another wish so responsive,
this softly scented night, this distracting desire,
home has for a time, become hope in a comforting whisper.
and even after,
have i failed to keep you here.
my angel, my heart...
whirling...
can you hear these tones, overseeing, recording,
said softly, in an echo distance howling.
like my, i am a disoriented lucid dream,
confined and empty, there lies nothing here.
these empty words i live by...
like all the others,
just another waking sound.
faster, festering within,
this sickness, a poisoned beat.
catch your breath,
feel it leaving, now see it from
without
cold, touching stone,
i can wear you like some other,
i am underneath you.
starlight?
or was it just the blinding sunshine?
as if autumn's retraction would again
grow in her moonlight.
we have become just a fading reminder,
a second thought without a glance.
a heart felt waiting, crushing by nothing-iknow, literature
Literature
a heart felt waiting, crushing
the idea is nonexistent
some other life, this love
discovering...
if she is gone
i am done of feeling,
this shredding weakness,
heart falling, failing
what is the fucking point...
i thought that i had matter,
that i had meaning.
we are,
and for minds,
are swee slots!
i think of what...
lost...
and now a sound.
she calls of me,
what heard have i for hearing.
spin...
and spin around so blindly
like on wet leaves,
these small dying things...
what timing,
a week for last,
and how amusing all of this was,
reduced to such a silly joke...
hair playing fingers,
disappeared from sight,
a toy, a number,
anyone...
i doubt that i will ever say goodbye now..
why have i...
and now, i am asking how?
of an inconsistent winter,
the unfolding of a hand nervously reaching.
yearning for another wish so responsive,
this softly scented night, this distracting desire,
home has for a time, become hope in a comforting whisper.
and even after,
have i failed to keep you here.
my angel, my heart...
whirling...
can you hear these tones, overseeing, recording,
said softly, in an echo distance howling.
like my, i am a disoriented lucid dream,
confined and empty, there lies nothing here.
these empty words i live by...
like all the others,
just another waking sound.
faster, festering within,
this sickness, a poisoned beat.
catch your breath,
feel it leaving, now see it from
without
cold, touching stone,
i can wear you like some other,
i am underneath you.
mind mine
waking...
another sleep wound making
again i'm making wounds
give up...
another random occurance, occuring
now random worn
random born sweet memories
memories of raven worm
mine mind
kill...
fragment... an empty garden of stone
feed this, feeding these
sun like fragments, scattered wind on wisdom
this garden's empty of key stones
give up...
Current Residence: New Jersey Favourite genre of music: whatever Operating System: 2000/XP Skin of choice: stealing mine Personal Quote: remember, she is laughing now, and now i'm nothing...
Favourite Visual Artist
Luis Royo, Jackson Pollock
Favourite Movies
The Big Lebowski, Apocalypse Now, Blue Velvet, Quills
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Skinny Puppy, Dead Can Dance, NIN, Neil Young, Pearl Jam, DVOA, PJ Harvey, U2, Tori Amos,BoltThrower
i'm at a loss for words at the moment for some reason. my head rests in the clouds that i am now sleeping in.
i believe i have lost all respect for the one that i care about the most.
so many years have past,
and i have found myself,
right where i want to be.
so now what...
do i wait?
or do i proceed toward this wanting?
what i wouldn't give, to take back the last eight months of my life.
dust it off and wear it well...
i don't like it... well maybe sometimes.
you try making fucking sense of this!
i hate this fucking nonsense!
this bullshit!
this asshole fuck that i am!