A familiar tale.
A bit of irony,
The pinch of agony.
The bite of idiocy,
A swallow of lies.
A touch of sorrow,
The face of emptiness.
It reminds me of a story, I’ve lived though before.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Symphony.
Symphony.
Your symphony of harmony,
was almost two much to handle.
We've initiated the beginning of something,
something that can either,
make us,
or break us.
Your symphony of harmony,
was almost two much to handle.
We've initiated the beginning of something,
something that can either,
make us,
or break us.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Angelically demonic.
Angelically demonic.
It seems that now.
Your nothing but the Devil,
but on a new kinda level.
Your angelic beauty,
was nothing but a type of sin,
that only you can forgive.
Were you that angel that never got its wings?
Or that devil that wasn't damned for the better?
It seems that now.
Your nothing but the Devil,
but on a new kinda level.
Your angelic beauty,
was nothing but a type of sin,
that only you can forgive.
Were you that angel that never got its wings?
Or that devil that wasn't damned for the better?
Monday, March 19, 2007
Feel the absence of.
Feel the absense of.
This akward enigma is consuming me.
You're touch is all that keeps me sain.
That look is undefying.
This touch is all I need, to keep me existing.
So don't leave unless you must,
because let me tell you,
your eyes are mystifying.
But your words are,
beyond your existance.
Those actions were against our will.
Your eyes are no longer mystifying,
they're a gaze without a steady look.
I'm beginning to feel the absense of,
a missing piece.
This akward enigma is consuming me.
You're touch is all that keeps me sain.
That look is undefying.
This touch is all I need, to keep me existing.
So don't leave unless you must,
because let me tell you,
your eyes are mystifying.
But your words are,
beyond your existance.
Those actions were against our will.
Your eyes are no longer mystifying,
they're a gaze without a steady look.
I'm beginning to feel the absense of,
a missing piece.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Broken fire.
Broken fire.
Your a bit short of a transcending flame.
This ember is slowly becoming impaired.
Your wax is becoming altered from a solid to a liquid.
This wic becomes curtailed by fire.
Your remind me of a broken record.
The song skips beats.
Your scratched beyond repair.
This record can't be altered to play anything but, it's
broken firey tune.
Your a bit short of a transcending flame.
This ember is slowly becoming impaired.
Your wax is becoming altered from a solid to a liquid.
This wic becomes curtailed by fire.
Your remind me of a broken record.
The song skips beats.
Your scratched beyond repair.
This record can't be altered to play anything but, it's
broken firey tune.
Aptitude.
Aptitude.
He has power to give infinite knowledge or make it cease to exist.
He has control over life and death.
He can make it complex or simple.
Aptitude is all he knows.
He is distinctly known by all,
feared or loved.
He can destroy you, or make you.
What am I?
He has power to give infinite knowledge or make it cease to exist.
He has control over life and death.
He can make it complex or simple.
Aptitude is all he knows.
He is distinctly known by all,
feared or loved.
He can destroy you, or make you.
What am I?
What do I look like?
What do I look like?
It seems that more and more,
people are beginning to think of me as something or somebody else.
A fighter or a instigator,
also belligerent, do I come of as a belligerent person to you?
I don't understand it.
That's not who I am,
I'm not always here to fight,
I'm here to help you, not fight you're battles.
So next time,
please don't ask me to do you a favor saying,
"Do you want to mess with someone?"
Because it won't happen.
Do I deserve,
Abhorrence or scorn?
All for defending you?
I don't know.
Forget it,
I'll defend you,
when you need it.
Not for pety little things.
What do I look like?
...
:sigh:
I suppose one day, they'll stand on their own.
Maybe one day, I'll also be looked at as,
something else.
It seems that more and more,
people are beginning to think of me as something or somebody else.
A fighter or a instigator,
also belligerent, do I come of as a belligerent person to you?
I don't understand it.
That's not who I am,
I'm not always here to fight,
I'm here to help you, not fight you're battles.
So next time,
please don't ask me to do you a favor saying,
"Do you want to mess with someone?"
Because it won't happen.
Do I deserve,
Abhorrence or scorn?
All for defending you?
I don't know.
Forget it,
I'll defend you,
when you need it.
Not for pety little things.
What do I look like?
...
:sigh:
I suppose one day, they'll stand on their own.
Maybe one day, I'll also be looked at as,
something else.
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