tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39239252011-04-21T21:37:42.179-07:00ToxicityWho believes in love anymore? Love is just like religion. You want it so so so much to be real.
But its not now is it? Deep down you know its not. Its
just how long a temporary attraction lasts. Its only a feeling.Divnoreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1086794829873331332004-06-09T08:24:00.000-07:002004-06-09T08:27:09.873-07:00Still falling
Breathless and on again
Inside today
Beside me today
Around broken in two
Till your eyes shed
Into dust
Like two strangers
Turning into dust
Till my hand shook
With the way I fear
I could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your fate
Under your fate
It was you
Breathless and tall
I could Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1086697772614819692004-06-08T05:25:00.000-07:002004-06-08T05:29:32.613-07:00My philosophies in life
1.Everything happens for a reason
2.What goes around comes around
3.Shit happensDivnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1086670400525163022004-06-07T21:52:00.000-07:002004-06-07T21:53:20.526-07:00eh rafiel ask faidi to get to me as soon as you see this.Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1086315823116758902004-06-03T19:03:00.000-07:002004-11-20T03:49:38.406-08:00Sometimes the people with the most faces on,
are the easiest to read. They are as predictable
in the likeness as which they assume they are not.
They are the ones that become angry and depressed everytime
that bit of truth leaks out. They tell of everything
they feel and think only beacause it keeps them secure to know that
others look up to the facade they so carefully have to
groom and Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1086311961914903442004-06-03T17:58:00.000-07:002004-06-03T19:03:25.003-07:00 How long how long will I slide
Separate my side, I don't,
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat, it's all I ever
I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I've got to take it on the otherside
CenturiesDivnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1077444230662938062004-02-22T02:03:00.000-08:002004-02-23T23:49:09.606-08:00If death were to be upon me,
I would gladly embrace her frigid bones,
Within the darkest clouds of her cloak,
My memories would wither away,
And they would envelop me.
To where the black remnants of her heart
pulse the hynotic drones of long dead Gods,
Mine would follow.
When my eyes would tear for the world
The drowning emptiness of her's
would whisper and caress my soul,
gently she would callDivnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1076938500607259562004-02-16T05:35:00.000-08:002004-02-23T23:52:00.326-08:00Dreams are born and reborn, lingering
Through these years; I wait. My knowing smiles
Have become wisdoms you cannot touch,
And every time you leave (return)
You never wear the same face twice--
Until now. Chaos wanders vacantly,
As those who can't bless
Seek to desecrate, with hearts so still
And prayers that whisper in the ears
Of lonely. I wonder too much
About the days in between, the life
Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1072930448487104682003-12-31T20:14:00.000-08:002003-12-31T20:15:41.000-08:00It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows, let it suffice,
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1072930269591518702003-12-31T20:11:00.000-08:002004-01-07T04:22:34.576-08:00My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And bloodDivnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1071828809831475222003-12-19T02:13:00.000-08:002003-12-19T02:14:45.590-08:00 As time continues
memories of you
ripple away
from the shore
of my mind
where once
waves of you
washed me away.
Poetry receeds.Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1071828733283660982003-12-19T02:12:00.000-08:002003-12-19T02:13:29.060-08:00I saw a ghost of myself today
Caught in the reflection of a passing window
And I stayed long enough to see
That the hollow eyes staring out
Trapped in a world of glass
Belonged to a boy I could no longer call
Me.Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1070883042878735292003-12-08T03:30:00.000-08:002003-12-08T03:31:43.890-08:00I trace your lips
with my tongue
pausing
for just a moment
to breathe you in
I missed you
so much
To you sweetheart.Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1070366476074758642003-12-02T04:01:00.000-08:002003-12-02T04:02:12.590-08:00The discontent in someone was illustrated upon me awhile ago..
I saw her direction of anger as well as its source,
I saw satisfaction in the release of that anger,
I saw the swelling compellment to hate.
And though i saw the stupidity of her words, it showed me the stupidity of mine.
Mine which was above all else, witheringly unclever.
Humbling often comes from the people you least expect it to.Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1065922577066410562003-10-11T18:36:00.000-07:002004-01-07T04:22:02.810-08:00I feel the void between the stars that cluster,
As they swirl around me.
I feel them close,
Beyond much that is distant.
Distant to much that is close.
To each a star smiles.
To me the dark beckons with the haunting breeze that cannot be felt.
And plays the crimson tune to which cannot be heard.
But her fair hand reaches enough to hold mine.
Fingers intertwined i clasp tightly and stand ,
To my Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1065017513547708902003-10-01T06:58:00.000-07:002003-10-01T07:13:38.086-07:00Sentiment in every note
Vibrance in the multi-tudinal rapidness.
Ah,
The classical flamenco of depression...
It is encased in a fortified stone of...plastic
Amour! Touche!...
I cannot feel as I did.
Not now, not forever.
Because,
Purity is piercingly hard to endure
When it stretches beyond what you would choose to choose.
I am burying my hurt so deep it is infecting me.
Should i climb out?
Its Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1059653450661900062003-07-31T05:10:00.000-07:002003-07-31T05:10:50.650-07:00 Existence is perfect -
Sensual embracement conquers,
When you close your eyes and drift to the darkness of mind,
Your sublte mischeif pokes the slandering crux of fantasy,
To which all else is closed,and i cry.
Witty repartees dance in your gentle tunes, your whispers,
Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-1057822670786329272003-07-10T00:37:00.000-07:002003-07-10T00:37:50.670-07:00 Fairest night i played my chance,
To which to where, I hope you danced.
Tresspass not u thought to say,
Room for one, the King of Spades.
I...I watched you kiss,struggled to breathe,
Cradled the memory, held it to freeze.
Tranquility sews my eyes
From sight to see,
Your stolen heart you stole from me.
Fairest night i stopped to glance,
Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-958627842003-06-20T07:13:00.000-07:002003-06-20T07:13:13.776-07:00There is a world unshrouding your presence,
That grows by the reign of your every touch, glance & breath
I peer to see the anxious willow trees who yearn to reach the purity of thy lake,
Reaching.
But cruel are the poisoning roots that cling & grasp,
The cold heathen earth of demise.
I reach.
A leaf exuding all that is forlorn & solace, touches the water.
Excitement! Exhilaration! Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-958607712003-06-20T05:54:00.000-07:002003-06-20T05:54:23.220-07:00Place not sigh. Cry not fury.
Everything returns in the eye,
as minds will be blurry.
All will be well. None will be left.
In her house we shall dwell.
The maiden that is death.
To that maiden she lives of purpose little,
of that house she resides,
spirits are fickle.
But death does not abide by the choice that is mine,
Neither love,Neither freedom,neither tears,neither time.
Ecliption
Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-951509432003-06-01T05:46:00.000-07:002003-10-17T05:08:00.060-07:00Insanity bulges and shoves against the feeble and withering,
Membrane of my love for you.
Unimaginable is its longing to be freed,
Promising to plant its gripping roots within.
I shun thee for choosing to reside within me...I contempt!
I have carte blanche! Leave!
please leave...
Against my battered castle you smile.
Delight colours your full lips.
Angst seeps through the splintered doors of myDivnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-882608732003-01-30T02:46:00.000-08:002003-02-09T07:23:46.000-08:00An Avalanche of despair has smothered me, crushing the very veins that bleed for you.
I picture your face, burning in my thoughts, malignant, injuring maliciously.
Your name resonates in the hollows of my heart as it beats vapidly ,
Yet loquaciously drones your name through my sleep.
How am I to rest my love, if u do not allow me?
I bear no desire for gallivanting even when I hover toward the Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-859757102002-12-13T19:31:00.000-08:002003-02-09T07:55:01.000-08:00Weaving with tools of the imagination
is a talent that has evolved to be exceedingly rare,
Simpletons are of what society makes of them,
they know not rebelliance nor are they aware of restraints.
Played as puppets they are, unable to retaliate,
upon the inexplicable onslaught of feeble propaganda.
Imagination is the shield with supplements of ignorance.
The most powerful weilder of these are Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-847549482002-11-19T01:48:00.000-08:002003-06-01T05:50:23.000-07:00My tear was pristine as it fell.
Denied expiation for mendaciously living,
denied palliative care despite need,
it was nothing.
In my archway grew a canopy of arms,
lush and vibrance were of no compare,
yet pristine as it was,
one tear evoked a wrath upon my perifery of vision.
My tryst with gamboling fairies ended abrubt.
Blinding rage deriative from an eternity of forbearance,
Consumed with Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-845220642002-11-14T04:30:00.000-08:002002-11-14T04:30:45.673-08:00Starry eyes enveloped the moment before me.
There was but a window of tranquil between torrents of life.
Encased in that window i peered at reflections.
Twice was mine own to see,distorted - beguiled.
Oracles proclaimed angles of prophecies untrue,
twice was mine own to see,
shredings concocted through conundrums unanswered .
Barbarians host a warrior's intent,
once mine not to see...
Paramour...Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-844710222002-11-13T05:54:00.000-08:002002-11-14T04:19:26.000-08:00Abeyance thrives upon nothing-ness,solitude to absolve be unique.
Lest clouded, remember magic resides within forgiveness.
In forgiveness granted, and in the forgiveness received.
All depression accentuates agression in the midst of,
careless souls that swarm in couldrons within catacombs of despair.
Freedom of mind is saviour.Let it not be ruled by caprice...
Serenity...
To ClareDivnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-844673232002-11-13T03:45:00.000-08:002002-11-13T06:03:08.000-08:00I revel that I can find solace in my world.A world unconfined by means of convention.
A world very much devoid of periferies or boundaries that would consume me.
A world differently mould. Mine.
It is from this world amongst all else I live with my Snow Queen.She holds much of my cold.
She keeps my dark.She is my Snow queen.
On her silver lined chariot of ice,she sails the skies of my world,Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-843176752002-11-10T07:50:00.000-08:002002-11-11T05:34:12.000-08:00Confined in my realm of abnegation,
Mine wither'st most quick,
by refusal to condone to thy seemingly
aesthetic potryal of living
in which thou hast so adroitly carved.
I conjunct in this, styles of ages.
For flight, so thou can abscond with me
from worlds of which are creations of naive simpletons
to one construed by laws of our minds
I,forever bereft by thee,will wait...
Inspiration...
To KimDivnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-843061512002-11-09T22:52:00.000-08:002003-02-09T07:33:12.000-08:00The opaquely diaphanous veil of spirituality,
when tampered by the behemoths of sin,
unleashes much incandescent murmurings
that cannot be construed by the delicate
mind of wanderers in the desert of the soul
Imagination...
To JosephineDivnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-843060662002-11-09T22:48:00.000-08:002002-11-09T22:48:56.330-08:00(Is there ever any doubt in the
meaning of all the insane congestion of bellowing
feelings conjured in the darkest recesses
of one's elusive mind,
only to be wrenched frm the tendons tt bind
the fragile heart tightly
When ever so lightly comes the feindish
yet gentle caressing breeze of freedom?)
Hatred...Divnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923925.post-841678462002-11-07T04:16:00.000-08:002003-02-09T07:26:14.000-08:00"Now, stop being rude and introduce me to your girlfriend."
"Zedd, this is my friend, Kahlan Amnell."
Zedd peered hard at him,
"Oh, was I wrong? She's not a girl then?"
-*Zeddicus Zu'l Zorrander
Divnoreply@blogger.com