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I love to create and destroy and love and hate and answer and question. everything here is me. i am one of a kind.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Journey Through The Darkness

Soaring on the back of a raven
Referencing abandoned ships still lost at sea
Transporting precious cargo,
carying the ashes of bridges long burned
Across the waves that not even the bravest of sailors dare temp
High above in altitudes, wherein mere mortal men would perish
A journey for me and myself alone
And when the fog and smoke become too thick to breathe
I shall hit hardest land and forge on forward on foot
The darkness encasing my form like a tomb, my demise surly soon
Pushing further into the heaviest blackness you cannot see
While faint hopeful rays of light peak through
Merely teasing my optical orbs, my emotionally wreteched mind
As I force myself even steadily further into the unknown,
I wonder what the true and final out come will be...
No one can help
This is my journey alone
The path I must travel until I reach a final peace
The distance unknown, but there is no option
It must be done





Keeping myself busy until that day comes,

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Thursday, September 15, 2011

Your Imaginary Reality

You make such bold, new promises, you state from time to time
acting as if youll truly change your immature, blurred state of mind
these false productions follow rhythm of a roller coaster life
as the steel tracks shatter as glass, swerving between love and strife
between wonder and misery
im slowly losing grasp on my sanity
all this vainty, simply meant to stroke your own ego
humanity, we'll always be the liars, where ever we go

these rash decisions, hardly hidden, made in the break of the day
but by the end, darkest night falls, your nerve has faded away
no longer can you feel that strength, found solely in the moment
you let it slip straight through your grip as if the if infinite cosmos own it

your stary eyes bleed tearful lies
looking upon the history that we all despise
such woe and such pity, and from such a depression will rise

theres no escaping, oh no,
theres no escaping, at least not on your own

take the hand that reaches out for you
not of divine reprise, but of reality, solid and true

stone and earth
fluids and flame
space, time, lyric, rhyme,
art, love, song, feelings,
suffer the greatest emotions
you only have them once.

make.
this.
matter.








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Thursday, September 8, 2011

Fading Questions

Trace the scars that line your body with a skeletal finger, void of all it's former glow and  grace, now the embodiment of a lustful and selfish life. Disgusting.... How far have you fallen you pitiful concubine? When will it be enough? Will it ever be enough? So many unanswered questions... Never to be fulfilled, just as your life will remain. The darkest and most difficult of goodbyes...

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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

The Way The Wind Blows

I touch myself, and for a moment i miss you darling
then it fades the lust away, and its oh so appalling
why must you drag us along with this impatient stalling?
its time, accept your new role as whore to counter culture

falacio for the quick fix
youve got a man at home
why has is come to this?

our love had died long ago, nothing could save us from this storm
the role you practice ever day;
you use true life as but a stage,
a constant anti social norm

and as the pendulum swings, like the air we breathe, you put his pride inside of yours, you sink your knife inside of me...
back and forth and back and forth
in and out and in and out
back and forth and back and forth
in and out and in and out

your future is bleak and it wreaks of potential and beauty now lost
the woman that i had once loved, now she is covered in the cost-
of this life she chose, this life she just couldnt step away from
oh, she chose her crutches over the sum, of her and i, her and i as one
so whole, so complete
now nothing but dead, autumn leaves, flowing in the wind
on and on and on and on...

this excommunication, this blatant separation, our final end...

and this time i mean it you fucking cunt...



Thursday, September 1, 2011

Resting In Peices, Glued To Form A New Whole

A dedication to a fallen lover
she passed a mere few years ago, yet her love still haunts me
some people claim to see her around, one young man even claims to have coupled with such a female form.
i dont buy it
there is not enough worthless money in the world to bring her back from death
i was there they very day she was buried, tears flowed as wine flows, as rivers flow
such a beautiful darling, lost in to the smoke and ashes
a verde fog of dissonance and fear
the product of a non-existent home and a maternal hatred
she used these hindrances to adopt her crutches
such elegance and talent...
wasted, in every sense of the word
she was burned in her own flame
her own faults
never seeking help, nor any attempt to free herself from such a personal hell
simply letting the flames engulf her...
now coals and ember
her heart, her mind, her body, all dead
all lost to the darkness of death and decay
i miss her dearly...
but i must push forward!
move ahead and travel to a new love, a truer love
such shame we all must feel at moments such as these...
rest in peace my former darling
for we all must do so...






never truly finished, i shall return to this matter soon.. sooner than i would have hoped... why must i return at all?


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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

The First Real Test: A Creative Writing Prompt (College Level Shit)

The Prompt is as follows:

Rules: Write one paragraph, maximum of three sentences, using these 13 punctuation marks: apostrophe, brackets, colon, comma, dash, ellipsis, exclamation point, hyphen, parentheses, period, question mark, quotation mark, and semicolon. You may use a punctuation mark more than once.


lets do this!




At first, my response was a constant question (from one-one million times daily): "why?". yet slowly i've realized that the signs were there all along, gawking at my emotions; such well-known agony i felt for ages it seemed like(common feelings for such a confused [and damned] mind), as the days turned into weeks... those weeks slowly fading into months. looking back and thinking to myself on these years of cursed events, i can only grasp to one phrase, and one phrase alone, "i should have known"!







this was fun and enjoyable and i feel that its helped me improve. expect more prompt type things in the future my dears and darlings.


Always shooting to improve

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