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Nothing stops this plague
Eating my soul away
Aching
I'm burning inside with lust for
Anguish for
Racing towards a
GLORIOUS PURPOSE

And it will never go away.

-

One last exquisite divide

to hold the earth still

against the tide

A Return

Into this darkness,
Marching,
We go:
Holding close our-

Palms held open, grasping, groping,
Tongues to lick and stick and stalk.
What once was lost is found is tossed
Into this darkness
Fingers crossed.

Eyes to the sky.

Five Last Words

I.
I am the guttersnipe wretch
Walking midnight streets with broken hands,
Pools of tepid water sucking at my feet.

II.
Wanderer, dreamer, little lost soul,
I am the one left out in the cold,
And I will walk
And I will run
To sleep in the darkness when the sun must come.

III.
A fetish for falling

IV.
Gemini countenance:
A twin for all seasons!
Exclusion, reclusion,
Criminal grievance.

V.
I will walk into the dark
Willingly
And perhaps this sacrifice
Will be
Enough

Writer Problems

I have never created a permanent solution, a world built to last, an asylum from the outside void. Every word burns readily against the white and the paper goes up in flames, a world lost, a song sung, a silence unbroken. I have never created a construct built to last.

            Unchained, now, what do I have to do?

            Write me a world.

            How do I write something I hardly understand? I am no creator. I am a wanderer.

            Build the walls from your blood, your soul, your heart. Fill it with all the pain and confusion you’ve ever felt lost in a crowd of meandering mortals. Fill it with immortality.

            I can’t remember what it’s like.

            You remember.

            Do I want to go back?

            Do you want to go forward?

            My hands feel broken. Requiem, denial, I have forgotten what I’m chasing.

            Walk the cemetery path and look into the still pond.

            All I see is myself and the sky.

            Which way will you fall, if you jump into it.

            To the stars, the black, the void between galaxies.

            Which way.

            Within.

Fuck Punctuation

Break apart the lines of text
And rip open the empty chest

Sing me songs before I fall,
She says,
And let me be the one to end it all

I have lost the will

Righteous light of the setting sun
The sun
Setting my eyes before we go
Into darkness,
She said.

I WILL NEVER BE YOURS

I Dreamt Long

Deep grass to cover me
Deep dirt to smother me
Deep dreams to haunt me
Deepness to taunt me

I see your mausoleum on the hillside, buried myths and moths and dust rot bones. I have wandered here of my own volition and stand with hands in pockets as I peer into the catacombs. No one knows where I have wandered, no one will call when I don't return. I am alone here with just the wind and the voice of the past whipping down my spine. I can't rush this, just give me some time.

Wood to bind me
Cotton to wind me
Time to abuse me
Darkness to use me

One foot in front of the other I am stepping into the gaping maw, hands outstretched to maybe stop my fall. I have never been here before, I will never pass through again, but I hear the voice calling me to the end. I tread on skulls, on ribs, on spines, I pick through tunnels of buried lives. I taste the rotten flesh on the stagnant air and hear the whisper of voices that aren't really there.

Fire to burn me
Whips to turn me
Water to drown me
Haven't you found me?

I am deep beneath the surface of the world and I stand alone on a precipice made of dirt and bone. I can see nothing that she does not show me, know nothing she does not bestow on me, hear nothing, feel nothing, I can no longer run. She is the addiction that will leave me undone. I crawl forward on hands and knees, feeling arms reaching up from beneath.

Grass to cover
Dirt to smother
Bones to break
Life to take

Some hard altar becomes my bed, some skulls sit beside my head, I lay with bated breath awaiting her hand to bring my death. I am here of my own volition and choose to stay out of contrition, or sorrow or fear or remorse or peace, I am here to die and be released. So bring down your hand with brutal force, I no longer run, Mistress, I am yours.

*

I have seen where it grows between
Hard wood and
Evergreen

Follow me away from here

I am the singular
Fleeting image flowing
Silently
Into isolation

We are the forsaken

And you are the exquisite divide

~

Her velvet gown falling into darkness,
I bow
Tasting the sweat of my treason
And expecting the sharp lash of recompense

-

I keep getting these random panic attacks and I don't know what to do about them.

I can't sleep, I'm not eating right, I can barely get out of bed.

I don't know what to do about it.

I feel very fragile.

And nothing seems to matter anymore.

I don't care about anything.

Safety

I have paced this floor forever,
Hands twisting against themselves
In hope and fear,
Watching the door for a sign
Of weakness.

Pacing this empty room eternal,
Words dripping down the walls
In silent rivulets
As the stone bends around me.

I am the singular, silent,
Forsaken
Echoing whisper left out to die.

So won't you please
Tell me about the world outside.

Disjoint

Let me sever your heartstrings
Making love to the gaps in between

Sweet agony blooming into vibrant fractals
Vibrantly etching
Acid

Dust floating in the air to be lost upon contact:

I am the point within

Savoring your widened eyes in the mirror
As you struggle to breathe once again
With hands outstretched

Do you see the electric fading?

You can only see the dark spots coming all the time
Now
Visions of the hereinafter
Wet on your clammy skin

Translucent shell with veins below
Spilling
Spilling

Letting go

< br/ >

< strike >

as if you're not afraid of what will come

touching the flesh

< body >

Awakening

She will rise into the night

Until you can

< br/ >

< br/ >

< br/ >

the light in

And be so < b >

be so
< b >

as to

< strike >

Like the world is ending

Take the words apart and form a single line

Until the time comes,

She said.

Sight

I have been pushing my hands out against the darkness forever;
Shouting broken words into a bleak infinity of
Stardust, nebular symphonies, falling worlds.

IF I EVER TOLD YOU WHAT I'VE SEEN

You would reach for a hand no longer wishing to be held.
One void too many amongst the lonliness,
Wouldn't you say, little one?

Between the galaxies, the gap of matter, antimatter,
The sound of wind in canyons creeping,
Have you seen it?

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYTHING

Before this moment?

Eight Dreams Wandering

I.
Beg and borrow,
Little flame,
Turn the page and write your name.

II.
Books on shelves bent double down to kiss sweet dust upon the ground.

III.
You,
Who have wandered aimless,
Found a library among the nameless
And for the lost,
And for the dead,
So write your name with-

IV.
Silk and thread.

V.
Cryptographic clues follow silent steps leading:
Before the morning comes, falls, lays bleeding

VI.
Last decimal point before the coming storm,
Dew drops fell and cry forlorn.
Take one last look at oaken door.
Take one last book and beg for more.

VII.
Into the darkness: hallucination;
Come, my lady! My salvation!
I am lost but now am found,
Follow star, not wind, not sound.
Have you been watching me, my heart?
Have you seen me being ripped apart?
Vile creature, a dream within,
I swore to never be here again.

VIII.
Were you so blind to think your debt paid?
You beholden creature,
Just run away.

Beheld

Within the pale moonlight glowing,
I have stood upon the road
And with my hands built fabled bridges

Dirt and ashes between my toes.

And you have witnessed my perfection:
A sudden silent catastrophe,
Upon your heart inscribed with needles
I have stitched away the key-

Alleviate the windswept darkness:
Favour her with whispered shame,
You must stretch out silken towers
Of skin and fear and endless pain.

Don't hold me back, now, little darling,
Hearts beholden with silver keys,
I am kneeling ever on the roadway
To please the Lady of the Deep.

Worship

I would fall before you,
My heart,

I would bow down and whisper your name

Between shaking hands
And without hope.

I have walked a windswept forest at night searching for something that I'm uncertain exists in the first place. No body wants me and no body knows I'm gone and no body would miss me if I never came back. If I fell into the darkness and reached for the bottom of the pit would I find what I've always wanted? I don't want to be lost.

My heart,
You are the only one I have ever worshiped.

I could never give you what you deserve

And I weep for that,
And I weep for my defiance.

And I wish I could forget.

Unbroken

"Windswept willpower,"
She said.

I listened too long at the door, I would never be able to knock now. Does she know I'm out here? Will she let me in?

Do I want her to?

My hands are shaking cold, frozen husks empty of the power they used to contain. I dropped my pen on the ground when I ran. I dropped the pages and watched them fly away.

I can hear her moving towards me and I wish I could run again.

"Hello, Shadow,"
She said.

Mistress, I've been here waiting, I've been here, I swear. Please, I'm sorry, please may I come in?

I can taste her hand against my face, her fingers, her eyes, I am sinking to the ground so that I may touch her feet, please, let me just touch the hem of her dress, just once.

"It's been a long time,"
She said.

I know, Mistress, I'm sorry, I've been so lost, so lost in the woods, I couldn't figure out what to do, where to go-

"You ran from me,"
She said.

Mistress, please, forgive me, I was confused but...

"Beg for me,"
She said.

"You heartless bitch, I hope you choke, I hope you fall into the depths of the ocean, I hope you are carried away in the darkness and never return,"
I said.

She has the most beautiful laugh, I can feel it through me, I can feel it crawling across my skin, I can feel it within. I bow my head, I bow before her, my knees frozen to the ground.

"You are always thirsting for it, my Shadow, do let me know if you would like to come in,"
She said
As she shut the door.

Saber

(Don't you take it for granted
I WANT IT MORE THAN ANYTHING)

I wish I could have been there for you
I wish I could have parted the veil

You're not broken
You're just lost

And I hope that you can find your way

Ex Igne Veritas

Silence behind the storm
Before the day turns back to salvation

Let it burn out bright

Cocoon

I am the singular silent
Forsaken
Following the one true sound of
Shattering windows
Breaking habits of time ticking outside
Continuous
Freezing breezes folded below wings
To hold our hands out begging
But not for the song of
Sanity

I am the handbag
I am the toy box
I am the vase

Giving in to an impenetrable filling up
To shout at the entire world

Am I not enough?

Sheut

The one who follows never
Lives

The one who swallows never
Gives

The one who wants it never
Strays

The one who haunts it never
Prays



i am the stepping stone between this world

and 

your last breath

Silent

and I just want that sweet kiss again

to let go my control and fall

into the silent haven where i can

bleed out it all

~

History of silken thread upon a
Hornet's nest

I am the book of the damned and
You
Held out against the scythe
Greedily
Clinging to the last vestiges of what
I am

She said into the written word.

Some scarlet cry of parasites will
Only pull back the tide for
So long

Darling

Note

Don't you take it for granted

Don't you forget where you came from
Where you're going
What you have

Don't you stop running for even a minute
Not a second
Not a breath
Not even for a single thought

Don't you stop

Don't you stop



DON'T YOU STOP FOR ONE SECOND

Demons

I am the forgotten
Left behind

Washed up

I am the protector
The forsaken
The sacrifice

For the voices you don't have the

Will

To silence all by yourself

This sacrifice dedicated to you
By one swift stroke
In drunken fury
Down a pale branch

You are the child

And I will tuck you in at night

Chasing the monsters from the closet because
You can't

I wanted to fall into the deep
With stars spinning above
But you

You pulled me between the rock
And the desert

Demanding that I be your co-dependent
Clingy

BANDAGE

Explanations

Because I can't explain it if you can't see it now.

I wish I could hold your head in my hands and blow a breath
Of secrets
Into your soul
So you could see the way I see
And why I see it

I can't hand you the answer key when I only know
From fantasy

But it's the trust and the commitment and the soft
Gentleness inside,
The way I wake up and want to touch the
Promise
Around my neck

But you're looking at a shattered caricature of what this is
And I don't think I can fix it.

If you can't taste the freedom and relief from stress,
The not having to worry about what comes next,
The way the moonlight shivers down the flesh,
The hearts beating, caged, inside the breast-

I can't give you the gift of knowledge,
The eyes to see beyond the cover and into the depths

And I'm sorry that I can't explain what I want
What I need
What I have to have

But I passed the point you're at and found that,
Deep below,
It's the most beautiful thing
In
The world

Without

I will never hold you against my skin
With hands reaching

You've lost the brilliance I remember in sordid dreams
Dreamt in darkness
Dreamt in sorrow

I am the one left standing above the world without voice

I have not because I ask not
Because I need not
Because I
am
not

It's drizzle on the rooftops

I am alone

┌¤┘

Unholy addiction
Salvation
Imitation
Silken silent shuddering
Blissful creation
(Like moth to destruction
Inhaling exhaustion
Accept the infection
Relentless reflection)
Mechanical moving parts
Under suspension

Of Gods and Goddesses

But it's this burning ember within,
Taunting me with what might have been.
And I, a fool perhaps,
Look down a path that I can never walk again.

I will always regret that it wasn't him.

But I won't be the rock in the stream,
A longing reach for something from a dream,
Merely wearing down with time
Until there's nothing left of me.

I won't wait blindly.

But I sketch charcoal portraits of wishes unfulfilled
And hang them on walls of guilt,
A poignant reminder:
I would be waiting still.

I can't hold my breath forever.

I can live with the regrets,
And I will learn to do so yet again,
I am a fool, you see,
Hurting for what might have been.

_-*

I'm fine

Why would I lie?

I'm the one left awake at night

And you know I'm alone
All the time

If I had a metal promise in
My hands
I could reach the sky

I COULD GO OVER THE STARS TONIGHT

And there wouldn't be any more alibis

Or choking on
Words
Because there's just not ENOUGH of them
To fill the void

And I have tasted the metal promise on my tongue

And I have held the edge against a vein

And then I simply walked away
Back into the wretched day

But I am holding onto the noise in my head this time

So the static doesn't fade
And why would I lie?

I'm fine

Metus

Inter spem et metum
I am trapped
Waiting,
Wishing.
"I am the fallen," and
"I am the fissure," and
"Inter spem et metum,
I have found redemption."
And without words
We spoke together
Into the night.
Inter spem et metum
I am caught
Desiring
Caught dreaming
(Between hope and fear
I am choosing)

Remembrance

Fear
Unending,
I try to shield my face
From
What I know will come.
I'm
Pleading
"Don't do it,
Don't hit me again."
But I know it's
Coming,
I know it's coming.
Do I deserve this?

Night Lights

I.
And we, by candlelight,
By a moon unseen,
Breathed in an ocean of doubts
And exhaled simple lines.

II.
"Tonight," she said,
"I have chosen."

III.
Tibi sum, domine.

IV.
Waiting in the wings a
Voice
Crying out for an encore,
An encore!

V.
"Once spoken it is true,"
She said.
"I have promises to keep
And miles to go,"
She said,
"Miles to go before I begin to dream."

VI.
By candlelight and a moon
Hinted at only in a swallow of
Light

VII.
I have written,
Written,
Will write
A million truths to you
Before the next
Sunrise

VIII.
Tibi sum, domine,
Te amo

Maranatha

I liken you to a star
                in the night sky
    Diamonds spread on velvet sheets.
Your eyes are the wind
       And my soul the reeds,
  Bending before your call.
             You are my waterfall
I go over the edge of the world
      Finding peace beneath your crystalline waves.
My lungs burn to let you in.

       I am swallowing the sky tonight

In Circles

Did we all start as angels?
I remember the falling from heaven,
The landing;
Who are you?
They say that if you don't take the chance
It will never come by again
And I?
I believe it.
You still have such beautiful wings
Even here on earth.
I wish you could hear my song,
My singing,
The whispers just below the surface.
I have said I am an abomination
And you?
You have yet to see it.
How can a demon promise an angel light?
Deceitful harlot,
I say,
Deceitful witch.
I will make you see me for who I am
And then?
Every word we've said is subject to change.
I would never hold you to me,
I would never wrap you in chains.
I would never make you like me.
You are always free to fly away
On the wings of
An angel.

Never

You rolled me under the waves
And I,
The unbending,
Caved
Before something warm and
Safe.
My guilt is a knife wound,
An icicle overhang.
My weakness will cause pain
And anguish
And I will be alone again
Because I never showed you
How deep
And dark
(And broken)
My rabbit hole goes.
(I wonder how long it will take)
I'm afraid
And I'm sorry
And I'm selfish
Because I want to,
Just for a little while,
Be held by someone who doesn't look at
A monster,
A child,
A sinner,
(A shattered soul)
Just for as long as it takes
Let me not be alone.

Pendulum

Don't take it for granted,
She said.
The dust settled again.
I was waiting for the next step on a path
I had forgotten.
You know it won't stop,
She said.
I am standing below the conductor
Watching the dust flash by.
I have forgotten the desire,
The will,
The reason.
You never had it in the first place,
She said
As she walked away.

Hiding

The thing about hiding is that you sacrifice parts of yourself to do it. You tell yourself It's what I want, really, I just don't want to go out right now. I can later, just not now. And then it starts to spread to other parts of your life. Oh, I just won't check my messages for a little. I won't answer my email tonight, I'll get it tomorrow. I don't need to make a post. And then suddenly it's been three months and no one has heard from you.

And the sacrifice part? It's not like I was writing a whole lot in those three months when I went offline. Oh, sure, for the first week, when I wasn't constantly thinking about something to post, it was relaxing. A relief, even. And then I just stopped thinking about it all together, and I felt lazy and lethargic and apathetic. Which is all very well and good when it only lasts a few days, but this is months. Seriously.

So I started writing again, on anything handy. Like back in high school. I've got all these little scraps of receipt paper and napkins laying around now with random poetry on them. I am both amused and disgusted.

I mean, I have a perfectly good internet now, I don't need to litter so much :P


Said one hand to the other:
"Pray, let us again relive our youth,
Let us crush the walls before us
Laying waste to those who dare defy."
Said one hand to the other:
"Pray, let us touch the sky."

It was a long way down and it's a longer way back up again.

Ten Fading Fires

I.
So tell me who I should be,
Since everyone seems to know
Except me.
Give me something static to grasp
Between shaking hands
While I walk up and down your burning streets,
The filthy gutter water on my feet,
And your sweet homes now ashes in my throat.

II.
Tell me, what lie will sustain you at the end
When, born in darkness,
Another echo emerges from the gaping wound
Like a hydra with a fetish for flesh.

III.
Suddenly, it's just me again
As though it never ended.

IV.
If you never ask I will never tell,
And all those pesky secrets
Will never have to bother your vapid mind.

V.
Another cupcake for the heathen!

VI.
Until next time, you clueless whore,
Take me for granted once more,
Take me at face value and learn the truth.

VII.
Another scar for the dunce on the web!
Ladies and gentlemen,
He's down for the count!
Now watch as he gets his stupid ass
Counted out.

VIII.
You know who you are:
Take it from me,
You don't have what it takes
To take it from me.

IX.
Ice in my veins
Fire on my tongue

X.
I always have the final word.

Invidious

"Faceless fallacies,"
She said
With a heart full of
Spiderwebs.
"It's the cupboard in the attic
Beside the rotten bed."

Tomorrow is golden,
Painting pure:

"Such a mocking masquerade,"
Said the demon from the drawer.

Right and Left

IT'S NOT LOVE
I'M LOOKING FOR

Come to terms with a different sound
It's not
A violent gushing of blood
From a broken heart

It's not my missing part

I don't want flowers and wine and chocolate
Silken sheets and music

I'm not looking for a knight
A prince
A prophet

I just want someone a little more...

Dominant.

This Is Screaming

Static ringing
Say

Bells bells bells

I hear voices in my head
The sun rising
Rising

I've got a rhythm to meet

It's coming
A long time
A LONG TIME

She said

I almost don't want to hold it together anymore
Just start screaming
Until heaven

WHISPERS AWAY

Static building into a sweet
Lullaby
To fall to sleep to

And inside

INSIDE SHE SAID

Is where I can't hold on anymore
I don't want to have to deal with this
Except
EXCEPTION

I have to
Or I lose something

PRECIOUS

Sad Little Life

You've got the whole world,
Don't you,
In a pocket of your too-tight jeans.
One day you plucked it from space
And tucked it away,
Someplace where everyone would bend to you
With meekness on their face.
Such big blue eyes that you hide behind,
And I tell you now
They're full of pride,
Full of desperation, right?
To find someone who will love you
Regardless of yourself
In spite of yourself
Because of yourself.
And everyone you push away with the way you act
Is just another notch you'll remember
When you grow up
And look back, dreaming,
On something that could have been full,
But was empty.
You don't want pity or compassion
But you want us to respect you without emotion.
Vanity sealed upon your heart,
A desperation
A DESPERATION
Tearing the world apart.
You act like you've never had someone stand
Against your anger
Before your wrath,
And I'm here to tell you that I am
DIFFERENT
Because I won't let you make me crawl
Before someone who has the world enthralled.

Fourth Virtue

It's like saying the moon is purple,
A rich little lie
Whispered into the night.
Am I a hypocrite?
For wanting things to be alright,
For respecting life,
For protecting what's mine?
I depend on the safety
Of the societal norm
To keep me sheltered and
Keep me alone.

Why shouldn't we trust another's words?

If they say that they're good,
If they say that we should?
Society dictates we all have to lie
Just like the moon
Looking down from the sky.
And I guess when it comes to
Trusting someone new
I embrace the truth
That there is no truth
In someone who desperately wants
To know you.

Why shouldn't we trust another's words?

Because sometimes even if we could,
Even if everything seems as it should,
There's a feeling I get on the back of my
Tongue
And I've had it forever,
And I've had it so long,
That I trust what it says and I
Push them away,
Regardless of what pretty words they might say.
Because sometimes, as it turns out,
Society's not wrong
And sometimes, as it turns out,
The feeling's too strong.

I'm not giving in to a desperate plea
To stop defending myself
From people like me,
To just trust someone else
Without waiting it out,


Because sometimes people lie
And the moon is still white.

Deprivation

Petals, she says with a smile~

I am just a figment in a world
Undivided;
Unequipped to contain what should be free.
Since I am what everyone could be

Except...

Something in me is broken and
Fixing it?
Would mean facing a blinding light
In a sterile room.

"Recently that has seemed like the sane option,"
Says Lithium sweetly,
"Wouldn't it be nice?"
It would be, I can't deny

Except...

Who would I be when I came out?
"Who are you now?"
I am a patient blasphemy
In a world undivided
To hold people like me.

Petals, she says~
I've got to hold it together

Except...

I never sleep
And rock bottom always feels like this.


I'M NOT OKAY
But I don't know how to fix it.
I can't just LET GO

Petals~

I CAN'T LET GO AFTER ALL THIS
BECAUSE PRESSING ONE CIRCLE INTO MY THROAT
(means she'll choke)
Is admitting I am not good enough
Strong enough
Smart enough
Stable enough
To keep it together for the rest of them

PETALS, SHE SAYS~

Except...

I'm broken and I can't afford to haul my carcass
To the shop

One Long Rant

She's going to change who you are
Just to make her feel a little bit better
About losing

A mutual friend of Blue and I recently was broken up with by her long distance boyfriend of 3 years. Regardless of the fact that they are still deeply in love with each other. Regardless of the fact that this friend, let's call her

> NOTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY (and secrets to hold you while you sleep)

Jhanti, let's call her Jhanti, regardless of the fact that she has the highest libido of anyone I've ever known and has remained 100% faithful to him. He broke up with her and now she is

>Just like the rest of us

Devastated. She's devastated and distraught and looking for a way to make it not hurt so badly.

>GUESS WHAT, BITCH (it never stops)

I don't want to hate her because she is a girl, just a child, a year younger than I am, just an immature little DOLL, but I do hate her. I don't care. I can't make myself care. I shape my face in sympathy and empathy and a little bit of humour, but honestly I just hate her. I want her to shut up. I want her to

>GET OVER IT (like the rest of us)

To realize that he HARMED HER by cheating on her, by then breaking up with her, by just letting go. She holds him on a pedestal like a god while we mere mortals can neither slander nor remark on his radiance. I UNDERSTAND but it doesn't mean I have to like it more. I know it was different for me, with Aodhan. Not by a whole lot

>CHILDREN PLAYING AT CHILD'S GAMES (it was the most real thing i've ever had)

But it was still different. She doesn't see a bad guy in all this, and so trying to offer her a shoulder is...difficult.

>BLIND LEAD BY THE LOST (i only go so far)

She is a child, and she acts like a child, and she refuses to be anything other than a child because she was taught that, because she's got beauty and brains and a SWEET SMILE, she doesn't have to try as hard. She's got a prince SOMEWHERE, she's got a

>CHASM BETWEEN HER AND THE REST (like i did?)

Hope of getting out alive, but she doesn't try. We're always here for her, Blue and I, and all she wants to do is fight us. To tell us how wrong, how stupid, how lost we are without HER FUCKING GUIDANCE. She reminds me of my stepfather. HER WAY IS THE ONLY WAY, ALLAH BE PRAISED. The irony is, I escape much of her girly wrath by being a girl myself while Blue takes the brunt of it. I TALKED HIM DOWN from confronting her in anger. She DEFENDED HERSELF BY BEING A GIRL. I just want to SLAP HER sometimes because it's so STUPID. Being a girl is not a DEFENSE, it's a DISABILITY. It is a MAN'S world, and she has quoted that saying at me, 'Girls have to be as good as men and be able to do everything they can IN HEELS.' I don't even bother playing that game.

>I DON'T LOWER MYSELF TO THE SEX WARS (i don't have one to begin with)

I guess I just don't understand that desire, to be as a fucking girl all the time. To rely on those gender stereotypes of the helpless, hapless female. It is a man's world, I guess. She's a feminist, but she doesn't see how being that STEREOTYPE, that little girl, is completely DEFEATING HER PURPOSE. I don't play. I DON'T PLAY. I am strong and smart and geeky and I earn respect by being me, by not playing, by not being a DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. By not being a bitch and relying on TYPICAL GIRL EXCUSES to cover for me.

She thinks the world revolves around her and she can do no wrong and she is always right. I'M SICK OF BEING THE MEDIATOR. I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO BE. I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO BE. But I am left with no choice in the matter. If I don't hold it down, hold it together, it's going to explode and fall apart and I'm not going to be in the middle of that bullshit again (a la Annie).

>IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO (or nine)

Blue isn't blameless either. He provokes her and there's only SO MUCH I CAN HEAL AND MAKE EXCUSES FOR before there aren't enough words left to cover. There's only so much I can do. And I probably shouldn't cover for either one of them, but they are both CHILDREN, and if I don't help, they won't be able to do it by themselves (I've tried). He is ARROGANT and used to me. I am a very relaxed person and I listen and I accept that there are views other than my own. In other words, I BARELY RESEMBLE A GIRL. I don't know how to tell him that treating her like he treats me is GOING TO FAIL because she doesn't understand how to do it yet.

>WISDOM UNRELIANT (i am dead if they read this)

Also, dear anonymous, whoever the fuck you are. Either GROW A PAIR and leave your name with your comments or just GTFO. I have my comments set so that you never have to log in, create an account, or whatever. All you have to do is type your fucking name. If you don't feel that you can leave your fucking name, you don't have the right to wish me a happy birthday. If it is who I think it is, YOU HAVE MY FUCKING NUMBER, JUST SHOOT ME A TEXT. FUCK. IT WOULD BE LIKE NOT SIGNING YOUR NAME ON A CARD. THAT CARD DOESN'T MEAN SHIT.

>DON'T PRETEND YOU'RE REAL (when you obviously aren't)

Psychosomatic

Tessellations of the same old thing
Like
Raindrops on roses and
Girls in black dresses
Fragments of a time when the world still
Revolved
(You've got to know it's still going)
A crossing of mild destiny
Breathing out each second like it's the last.
Rising vultures,
Rising tides.
Tonight it's the same old thing
Like
Brown paper packages tied up with rope.
There's something off about the entire fiasco.
Suddenly
I'm not half the men I used to be;
There's a halfhearted whisper in the dark.
Owing bits and pieces to a culture
I was never a part of to begin with
Really takes the cake.

Which is a lie.

Unspoken

Silken secrets in flesh and blood,
A door
To another world eternal,
Yet in violence do we rot our breath,
In pitiless exile we rot our brethren.
Sun stealers on high, though, still,
One must be darkness to
Hold a light.
So, then, do we know truth?
Ashes tell us of fires past as bones
Shatter in empty corridors.
As many hands as could have held a locket
Says London bridge may be more than a
Song after all.
We are more than broken tile?
One wayward glance,
Lock-pick;
Thievery is in my blood
Hidden behind a door.

VVV

There's a specific reason
FOLLOWFOLLOWFOLLOW
You tore it up to build it down
Streets in rain
TORE IT UP
Down the stairs
capscapscaps
REFLECTION
dANCE wITH mE
I don't want it
I've got something you don't know :3
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater
HAD A WIFE AND COULDN'T KEEP HER
I want you to NOTICE
Not because I forced you
But because
YOU CAN
XD you don't have it
YOU DON'T HAVE IT
Shhhhh...
PANIC
Flip the switch
CAPSCAPSCAPS
Don't take me at face value
SHUTTER
SHUDDER
shake
faceFaceFACE
I want
I WANT
balance

BreakBreakBreak

Believe in something
Real:
Elastic fairy tales spoken by
Anyone blind enough to hear.
Kind words from a twisted mouth
(Bringer of sorrow)
Reminders of a distant truth
Empty and unclear. Tastes of
Aluminum and copper to
Kill the senses.
Breaking,
Return to the
Era of innocence
And fall down, fall down,
Kingdom for a locket.

Nine to Extinguish

I.
I came across you in a dark alley
In a dark city I found in the past.
You sell what lies beneath your silken shawl
But have nothing beneath your breast.
Truth thus told, I burned you down,
Burned the city to the ground,
Truth thus told, I fell to my knees

II.
Blessed insight to startled doves:
The sky is your cage
The clouds are your blood.

III.
Rhythm denying a sought for release
Rhymes stealing flames like thieves.
Not so tough, I have to dream,
Not so shoddy as I seem.
Not so wicked, not so vile;
Demons drag me back to my eternal exile.

IV.
BREAKBREAKBREAK

V.
From my knees I look into a sky denying,
From my knees I see angels crying.

VI.
Faceless demons with claws and fangs,
Hit the floor with blood grenades,
I take the hits, I drink the blood,
I wake up tomorrow in the mud.

VII.
Shudder to hear the sound of your voice,
Never had a choice,
Never sought the poison brew,
Never thought I'd leave you.

VIII.
FLASHFLASHFLASH

IX.
I rise from my knees and though I hear you
Beg and plead
I walk away and not once look back

FlashFlashFlash

Interlude played out with silken thread
Hushed audience awaiting a bitter end:

Who, then, will rise upon the stage?
Who, then, will dance upon the grave?

Such arrogance from velvet curtains falls
Like dust and cobwebs to coat the walls,

And touching home the blade to breast
Finally find eternal rest.

Theoretic

Separate disguises
One mask to coat them all,
Flimsy fallacy to fool the masses.
I was never meant to be,
Never meant to be myself.
Touching, isn't it,
The rise from two dimensions to three?
Something went wrong,
Guesses made,
Something let me become,
And here I am today.
How scandalous! To think
That I, a dark cover, could be
Anything other than a fallacy.


Man, writing a novel takes it out of you >.<

Happy Samhain

Ticker tape bandit
Sublime criminal, breath held
What water falls behind your eyes
True justice laid at my bedside
Pincushion poltergeists with rapid motion
Colourful swirls of ebony and white
The window lets them in from outside
Crossless facets of a blinding tune
Up comes down
This jar holds the moon
Behold the glory of a broken sound
Ticker tape bandit
Up comes down

Crisp

Because it's like
Eternal wandering.

"Autumn favouritism,"
She said.

It's stuck in my throat
But she just smiles
And walks away.

These trees are a tomb
For a wretched heart.
She's walking my grave.

"Ephemeral,"
She said.
She smiles as she turns.

"Walk with me,"
I whisper.

She pretends not to hear.

That's okay.
These trees are my tomb
And she'll be back,
She always is.
Autumn favouritism;
Bleeding brown.

It's never been so clear.

_________
Anonymous: Even though I don't know who you are, thanks.

Depth

Don't take me for granted:
I have a fetish for falling.
Below the surface
I'm not what you see,
I have a darkness inside me.
Take advantage,
It's all I need.
Redemption is a painful purity to seek.
Inside the mind
It's like floating on ashes,
Taken to places where I am free.
It's like drifting on cotton,
My legs give out under me.
I have a fetish for falling,
Darkness lulling me into blank dreams.

You Only Disappear

I'm going to share something very precious with you.



There was a turning point for me, when I was with Aodhan. There was one night, one dark night, where I discovered that I had to leave. I sat at my desk and sang along with this song for hours, crying. I can still taste the metal of the gun barrel that I had in my mouth at one point.

I sound like just another stupid kid, right? I know. But I have never known anything other than abuse, and that's hard to take.

Something harder, I regret leaving. Especially because he was...he was ill, and that's why he mistreated me. It doesn't excuse everything, but it explains it all. For the whole three people who actually read this, if you haven't visited this link yet, here it is. I wasn't strong enough to wait for him to figure it out, and learn how to deal with it. I am bi-polar. I know how to fight, and how to counter, and how to hide. I have a firm hand on my emotions, a metal collar, and they only run rampant in my head and in my words. I wasn't strong enough to wait for him to get better.

That night showed me how little time I had left if I didn't leave. I couldn't control myself anymore. I couldn't keep that part of me quiet. I am not a weak person, I have never been, out of necessity. I was shattering, shattered, at that point. I'm hardly better now.

I've always lived with no regrets, but now I have one. I don't know how to take it. It feels natural, to regret, but at the same time, it feels like I should have been better all along. I should have known better than to love, I should have known better than to leave, I should have known better than to not pull the trigger.

I'm sorry for the depressing topics of my posts as of late. I'm using my blog as a confessional again, something I haven't done outright for years. I can't tell if it's because I'm trying to heal or I'm falling to pieces.

Every time I open myself to someone, even a little, I get burned. I have too many problems right now, too much pressure. Maybe that's why I keep confessing every time I open my mouth. Or rather, touch a keyboard. I don't want to be by myself forever, and right now it's the direction I'm headed in.



Armand: If I am merely symmetry for Emily's girlfriend, let me go now, before I hang on any longer. My patience, while infinite in the right circumstances, is wearing thin in this. I won't wait forever for you to figure out that, even though I am not a needy person, I do expect you to acknowledge my existence at least once a month.

How To

It's come to my attention that next to no one knows how to act in a fast food restaurant. Good thing I'm here to clear this mess up! I've worked in various fast food places and have just the experience needed to help you, your friends, your parents, and your children learn how, and how NOT, to act when frequenting a fast food joint.

1. DON'T BE AN IDIOT - This should go without saying, but sadly, it must be said. There's really no specifics involved here, just don't be a blathering dolt and you should be okay. Don't assume that you know more than the person who works there (exceptions apply), especially if they're explaining how something works. Don't be pushy, bossy, arrogant, or disrespectful. Remember, we're the ones handling your food in areas that you can't see.

2. DO KEEP TRACK OF YOUR CHILDREN - We sure as hell don't want them wandering behind the counter, wandering out the door into the parking lot, wandering into the bathrooms, or wandering into other people's food. It's not only annoying for us, it's also annoying for the other customers. We're not going to watch your kids. It's not our job. If they break something, guess who gets to buy it?! You do! Hooray! So keep track of the little buggers.

3. DO SHUT YOUR DAMN BABY UP - There is nothing worse than the resounding howl of an infant/toddler/small child, especially in a building that contains no carpet whatsoever. If they start crying, do something about it! We don't want to fucking hear it! Take them outside! Take them to the car! Who cares, get them out of the place! You know, it's fine, within reason, if your kid is having a fit, and you're attending to them. That's cool, we can wait. But for the love of all that is holy, if you're one of those parents who goes by the training method of 'ignore it and it'll stop,' DON'T BOTHER COMING IN. You're just annoying everyone around you, and you will eventually be asked to leave.

I cannot even begin to tell you how annoying it is having to listen to an idle parent's brat. I don't have kids because I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO THEM SHRIEKING LIKE A CRAZED HOWLER MONKEY when they don't get sprinkles. I shouldn't have to put up with 45 minutes worth of tantrum because you're too sorry of a parent to do anything about it. Or you don't have the balls. Or you've decided that your child is an angel and their demonic howling is quite angelic, in the right light. This is based on a true story. If I ever see this lady again I may go on a wild killing spree.

4. DON'T GO THROUGH DRIVE-THRU ON YOUR CELL - Why the fuck do you think you're so important that we should have to wait for you? If you're on your phone, pull off into the lot, finish your conversation, and then order. Or put the phone down while you order! But don't make us wait for you to finish finding out what happened on the latest episode of your favourite reality show.

It's also super rude to be on the phone when you get up to the window. I mean, you don't go up to the register on your phone, now do you. No, you sure as fuck don't. So why would you go up to the drive register on one? If we repeat your order back, and you're not listening, and then it's wrong, that's your own fucking fault.

5. DON'T BYPASS THE SPEAKER - Unless you are legally deaf, have trouble reading, or can't speak loudly enough for us to hear you, stop at the damn speaker! You are not king or queen of anything, you have to stop just like everyone else does! This goes back to not harassing the people who are handling your food. If you decide that you can do whatever you want, and pass the speaker, then that messes up all of our orders. Or if you don't trip the sensor at the speaker, you're going to be sitting at the window for a long damn time. We can't hear you honking. Don't bother.

6. DO ASK - For anything. Really. If you want your x kept in y, then ask! (For instance, ice cream kept in the freezer) If you want condiments or napkins or your receipt, ask! Don't expect us to be psychic. We have a certain amount of things we put in bags, and if you want more, then you're going to have to tell us. If you don't want your sundae to melt, we'd be more than happy to keep it in the freezer until the rest of your order is ready. If you don't ask, and then want it remade, you're making us waste product because you're too much of an imbecile to understand that ICE CREAM FUCKING MELTS. Also based on a true story.

7. DON'T BE AN IDIOT - I figured I should end here. Retouch on this point. We handle your food. We handle your food. Remember this. Meditate on it. Think about it next time you go into a fast food restaurant.

That is all.

Nomnomnom

Turns out that when I try to free write 1000 words, it turns into 4700. Who knew? In other news, I'm not entirely certain what to do with it now...or how it should end exactly. I kind of suck at endings when they're not super tragic. And I really wanted this one to not be super tragic. But the ending I have now bothers me. I wanted a concrete ending.

You know the ending to "The Tiger and the Princess"? Yeah, that's kind of what it is right now. I didn't even name my characters.

I confuse myself.

Also, I'm super exhausted. I've been writing for like...three or four hours (with distractions). Kinda buzzed. Should really sleep. Don't like sleeping, really.

I bet that the guy opened the tiger door.

Divergence

I stand at a crossroads every day. Every night. I stand in the middle of two choices, two options always, and I close my eyes and take one.

Flip a coin. Roll the dice.

Fractals. My endless oblivion of choosing life.

I have taken the high road. The low road. The road that leads to nowhere and the road that leads to change. I have put off making decisions and decided in haste. I have thought carefully and left it to fate.

Fractals.

There's always a choice.

Sometimes I stay up until dawn and look at the sun rising and think about sleeping. It's a choice. The dead never sleep.

The dead sleep forever.

The dead never sleep. I have forgotten why I should. It's dangerous to worship death when one is alive. It's dangerous to contemplate not choosing life. It doesn't seem like such a big deal.

Really, is it? Fade away.

Angels are puppets are pawns are demons hiding.

Fractals. I have to make a decision. Endlessly choosing life has gotten me nowhere. Has gotten me to another corner. Life always seems to end in corners. Am I just not navigating the maze right? Should I have known which paths to take?

The cheese is here somewhere.

Fractals. I have to make a decision. There's an oblivion waiting for me. I could walk out the door right now and disappear. I could walk out the door and keep walking and go...somewhere. I could go somewhere else and lose myself in the writhing masses. They're fractals.

I have to expect this.

I keep choosing life.

One day, I won't make that decision. It will be made for me. It will be my hand not my hand my hand that takes the low road. The high road. The road that I keep denying.

Tell you what. When I vanish, be it in a city where I change my name, or gently into that good night, I won't let you know. I'll just vanish. I want you to remember me as something worth remembering.

Flip a coin. Roll the dice.

I stand at a crossroads every day. Every night. I stand in the middle of two choices, two options always, and I close my eyes and take one.

Fractals.

Counterfeit

I'm going to tell you a story
It might be a lie.
I'm going to spread it across the sky.
You won't know if I just change it here
You won't know if I just disappear.
I have a song to sing
But it doesn't have a melody.
I have a plan to run
But I know how it ends for me.
Something's got a hold on me,
I'm not the person you thought I'd be
You've got to listen:
I'm going to tell you a story
It might be the truth.
It's not like anyone ever knew.
I have a secret, you just never heard
I'm the one who acts absurd.
Take a look behind the door,
That little girl doesn't exist anymore.
I have a song to sing,
But the melody was burned.
I have a story to tell,
But with all the stories I've ever told
It's getting old.
I will lead you through a door
And then I won't be here anymore.
I'm going to let you in on a secret
Just promise me you'll keep it.
I'm going to tell you a story,
It might be a lie.
I'm going to wander off into the night.
Take the time
We have all the time
We have nothing but time
We have nothing
But lies

Value

She's not a diamond,
In this the truth is known at last.
She's not even blown glass.
Nothing useful,
Nothing good,
She's not even worth the air and blood.
She stays up all night to howl at the moon,
Sleeps too late,
Wakes up well after noon.
Walks graveyards to keep the living at bay,
And while she hears the whispers,
She ignores what they say.

She makes feeble attempts to get better
But still ends up numb.
She's just cubic zirconium.

Honesty Does Not Become Me

I am no good at court intrigue. I don't have the stomach for it.

I try desperately to refuse to play.

Unfortunately, that's what life is, isn't it? One big court full of back-stabbing, cutthroat barons and their whores. And if you don't play? You become the butt of every joke, jibe, and jest. You become the hated, despised, uncouth little heathen that is whispered about constantly behind closed doors and around shadowy corners.

It's almost like you have to be evil to be good.

I don't like to gossip, or spread rumors (should there be a 'u' there?), or pry into people's lives. Secrets stop at me. Oddly, I seem to know everything that goes on.

They treat me like it's a bad thing that I don't play, but when they need to talk, I'm the one they turn to.

The shit I know could shake the walls down to their very foundations.

I am no good at court intrigue. I'm too naïve, I suppose. I feel like we should all just be honest.



But I'm not being honest, either, am I? No. No, I'm not.

Verbal Vomit

It seems I am entirely incapable of actually posting anything these past few months. When I started here, I was averaging nine posts a month, sometimes pushing double digits. The last time I did that was in January, my spurt of New Year's Resolution. And before that? December of 2,00fucking5.

I had a blog before this that my mother murdered. It was called Tears of the Future. I don't think anyone reading me now was there for that. I only had it for...what...six months? But I had a far better track record. I was posting at the very least twice a week. Usually every day before school and then on Saturdays at the library.

Then, one day, my stepfather read something he 'didn't like' and my mother told me to delete it. Delete everything. I free write on my blog. I always have. It's easy, soothing, it helps. So, figure about how many posts I had, and then figure that probably half of them were free writes. I lost...so much of my work with one push of a button, because my FUCKING PARENTS decided they didn't like a poem I wrote. One poem. Out of...a lot. Did they care that I obviously was not well? Did they care that I obviously was trying to work out my anger and frustration and pain and fear in a constructive way? No. They cared about themselves. Just like they always have.

On the plus side, my stepfather is dead now. Which, on one hand, is amazing. Fuck him. On the other, it's unfortunate, because now I can never tell him what a fucking piece of shit he was. What a terrible "parent" he was. What a terrible everything. How he fucked my life up one side and down the other and expected me to say 'thank you, sir.'

I'm not a bad person. I have never been a bad person. Even now, I'm uncomfortable saying these things about a man who abused me since I was eight. I feel guilty, like I should have tried harder to make him love me. One time, when I was in fourth grade, I got in trouble over...something. Who knows. And I had to sit in a chair in time out in the middle of the room. I remember he yelled at me a lot; I was crying hard. After a while, I got up and hugged him. He shoved me back to the chair and told me that he hadn't said I could get up.

Once, when I was younger, second grade I believe, I hadn't cleaned my room. It was pretty messy. Yeah, I know, bad, terrible me, right? I had just given two little gifts to him and my mother and they both loved them. I was in my room, getting ready to clean it, but I got distracted by a book (I had an epic amount of kid's books, fer srs). He slammed the door open and started screaming at me to clean it, took the presents I had just given them and threw them at me. They didn't want them anymore.

I don't know why I'm telling everyone all this. I don't know where this is coming from. In fact, I sat down to make an actual post about something or other.

I can't seem to forgive my mother for sitting idly by while my stepfather abused me. And I can't seem to forgive him for mindfucking my mother into being so docile. It's a vicious circle. And there's no way for me to fix this. She started the circle all over with Carolyn and her mother. Everyone who touched my "family" got fucked.

I should be able to forgive them. That's what a good person would do, right? And I'm supposed to be a good person. Despite everything I've been through, I'm supposed to be a good person. Despite the fact that I've been through one hell after another, despite the fact that I actually SHATTERED under the pressure, despite the fact that I haven't had a home that I can remember, I'm supposed to be a good person. I'm supposed to forgive and let go.

Well I can't. And I don't want to. It's not fair. (But life isn't fair!) Well why the FUCK isn't it ever unfair in my favour?! I do good things, I do things that are a and b the c of d. I am always nice, fair, caring, unbiased. So, Karma, where the fuck are the nice things that are supposed to come my way because of that? What the hell did I ever do to you, bitch? This shit started before I could figure out what the fuck was actually going on in the world! Before I knew the capital of the state I lived in!

When I was very young, I used to draw people that looked like monsters. That wasn't my depiction of people. I actually thought people were monsters. I remember very clearly seeing a drawing of mine on a door and thinking, why doesn't anyone ask me why I drew monsters?

Sometimes I think that there are people in the world who are meant to take the bad breaks for other people. My life got fucked over so some other kid's wouldn't. I took the fall so that some other poor soul wouldn't suffer. Sometimes I get jealous and rage at the universe for making me one of the trash dumps.

Sometimes it's all that keeps me going.

Work in Progress

And I can taste the candy.
Bitter bars of rusted steel,
This girl stands inside
Strength a fable
Illusion
Illuse
Who am I kidding,
With every whispered story of the truth
I fall further away from you.
No deception
(No bitter demon am I)
Yet I am the deceiver
Full of dirt.
Not a real girl;
I can't even be hurt.
And what do I consist of?
Broken bits of glass and blood,
Little creatures that flit in the dark.
Who am I, Sir?
Not yours.
I don't even have a way to breathe
(Not a real girl)
So in this I do deceive.
Silence follows each burst of static
Each exclamation
Across my mouth I feel this plastic
A gag of brilliant proportions muffles screams
And dreams,
Don't you find it handy?
It tastes like candy.

Time Unjust

So in death do we part lips,
So true in truth a silken kiss.
Hush, my darling, my baby divine,
From out my mouth pours sand and time.

Blessed to be a keeper of the clocks,
Cursed, as well, to watch them stop.
One must rise and learn to fall;
Why did it ever have to be her at all?

Bloody devotion, she holds some truth
And the wind will play with shades of blue
While we idly spill thread and beads from out our holes
She hangs, stricken, on the wall.

So in life do we part lips,
So tear stained truth will know this.
Hush, my darling, my wicked sin,
The clock is at it again


Inspiration: time just by DaddiesGurl

Someone Should Have Known

My life is a study in control
Was a study
Was an experiment.
I dealt in greys and stained glass,
My fragile shattering
My fragile blasphemy
My sacred irony.
Listen when I speak to you.
What does your tongue worship
When you look at me?
I will walk your grave
Walk your pain
Soothe your soul.
And somehow I am cast out,
With a thousand gifts and curses
And your whispered threats.
Brilliant studies in control
Which I have yet to learn.
Let my life be an experiment
Or study
Or blasphemy.
I consent.

Platinum Bears

I wrote love songs,
I spread myself onto pages and lay on my face.
Worlds fell from my fingers
Showing the beauty in the darkness;
I thought I had something.
Such interesting disapproval from someone I don't even know.
Is my life summed up this way?
I can taste your desperation behind your eyes
And smell the depression you try to hide.
I will utter my blasphemies.
I wrote love songs...
And I am still misinterpreted.
How is this better or worse than hiding pain?
At least I don't keep it inside.
I will write my love songs and wither away in a corner.

Because I know my place,
I just fucking HATE IT

It's Not Worth It

I wish you cared. I wish anyone cared.

I guess I'll always be this alone

Resume

It's almost audible
A coherent melding of exasperation
And fury
The sound of
Bare bones breaking
My skin holding impossible forms
A stain
Rising to the surface
I bleed internally
Whispering screams behind closed doors
Each click of the lock
Each empty hallway echoes the sound of
Bare bones breaking
And who's to say it's not better
(Modicum of control)
Clasping hands together
Fracturing fingers
Snapping
And it's almost audible
The sound of
Bare bones breaking

This Is Screaming

One day I'm going to wake up,
I'm going to open my eyes.
Thinking that I have somewhere to go with my life,
So pathetic,
I choke on dreams that only taunt me
With sweet kisses.
I want so badly to get better and yet...
I am terrified of losing myself,
Dying and still being alive,
Giving in to that sweet darkness and resuming my watchful days.
Someone, listen, do you think I'm worth it..?
I keep trying to convince myself that I am
But every day I see so many reasons why I should just
Go away,
And it seems so reasonable, so logical, so right,
Giving back what isn't mine:
This life, hers, this shattered life...

Recently I haven't been well,
Recently I haven't been able to keep hold of myself,
Just like before, that vertigo returning
To make me dizzy
So I shatter the mirrors telling me lies.
Recently I've been confronted with who I should be,
Should have been,
And how far off that path I've gotten.
Rather than just living, just being the protector I was made to be,
I've become petty, a dreamer, a wisher,
A fool.
I fell into the way of the world and the world dictates
I must be a girl.
I have to give that back.
Means dividing, means releasing, means everything I've come to desire
I have to give up.

She wants her life back.
It's a steady pressure the last few days,
A steady rhythm choking me to sleep.
I can't stand the thought of being dead that way,
Or being offstage, forgotten.
I don't want to give up what I've taken,
What she left behind
THIS LIFE IS FUCKING MINE
And I refuse to relinquish my hold.
But there's this little voice that whispers
"Just let go"
And I wonder if I can not listen to it,
If I'm strong enough to push through.
It's so right for it to be hers again...


Would anyone care if I wasn't here...

Because messenger has lots of dicks

Lithe pretenses,
Like every dream I ever dreamt.
I'm not some weak powerless little bitch.
Tell me again
How you think you have the answers to my past,
My future, my present in your hands.
Tell me again
How you think you can unlock what I do,
Make it justified how I'm always wrong
And you know better because you're not young.
I've mastered things that you can only dream,
Or nightmare,
Things that you would melt before you touched.
I dreamt away a life that wasn't mine
And you want to tell me how wrong everything I believe
Or do or taste or feel is.
I want to tell you, both of you,
How wrong your point of view is.
You choke on your narrow ways of life
While I accept and take it all in stride,
I may not be better, but I'm definitely not worse,
And you can suck it if you want to bring it up again,
My dear, dearly departed 'friends'

Becoming Eve

I was born in darkness,
Some silent watcher to break a fall,
I was the one made to last through it all.
Incessant ringing in my ears,
Sometimes I wish I wasn't here.
Becoming what the body is,
A journey, confusing and insane,
Unnecessary,
There's no reason to fall into the trap of femininity.
Recombination forcing my hand,
Turning into the first sin,
Turning into a fallible mortal again.
Does anyone have the faintest idea
How hard it is to become
Some thing wrapped in identity.
I was a pure creature,
Leaving the genders to The Others.
Now I'm falling into a pit I don't understand,
A pit that, quite honestly, terrifies me.
What does a pure creature do
When suddenly impurity is the only option?
Either divide and prove unworthy
Or maintain and prove a sin

Forsaken?

Have I been?
Deluding myself into a semblance of self worth,
Have I finally pressed an unforgivable line?
Would I care if I had?
It's almost too much for me to keep dealing with.
I fall into relationships that are so far apart,
We must not meet until I can fly
And who knows how much time must go by,
I am so stupid stupid stupid to think that I can have what I want.
Sudden silences press against my ears
With a tearing in my core I pretend to ignore,
Blatantly hiding behind a twisted façade.
I hold my tongue and let things go on and hope,
Hope that today I will hear something
Or today
Or today
Or today
Or today
Will it be another long silence?

Can I make it through that..?

a l t a r

Bodies atremble in the night
Flashes of light through leather straps
And down with a vengeance
Scarlet blood coursing along her back
(Let go
Let go)
A point past no return, a point of brilliant
Release!
She collapses to her knees
(BREAK ME)
Redemption pouring from slices in rivulets
Raining ecstasy on a carpet of sin
And while she begs for nothing proudly
She awaits salvation to come down again
(Let go
Let go)
Dreamers and desolate souls passing through
She’s come to an altar
(I want to let you ravish me like a demon
Like heaven before the fall)
Eyes raised to the ceiling making shapes in her mind
Press forward into darkness
Slips
What more is there than this?
What more is there than this?
Begging, utterly undone:
BREAK ME

Five Aspects of an Endless Longing

I.
Dreams so sweet I can hardly stand.
My hair tangled around your hand.

Heart beating in my throat,
So painfully loud,
I nearly choke.

My eyes, frightened but fierce with desire,
Searching your face
To fan the flames higher.

A flush paints my cheeks crimson,
A terrified smile haunts my lips,
I bow to your command;
I want no more than this.

II.
In articulo mortis

III.
(La petite mort)

IV.
Tonight I'm going to stare at the stars
And smile to myself.
If my hands were to stray,
If I were to start my dreaming,
It would be your fault.

V.
Feverish with longing,
Yet too afraid to ask,
I wait for you to notice.
I bet you do,
But you wait until I'm crazy,
And I hate that,
While my infatuation grows
In leaps and bounds.

No longer an issue

Should it feel like a hot iron
Exploding in my chest?
A lump of molten rage
Where my heart used to rest?
Unbidden to my mind,
To my idle, empty hands,
Come desires hot as fire
And an ache of pure unrest.
I am alone
Blind fingers grasping at the keys,
Typing teasing taunts
Bringing unsuspecting men to their knees.
Bring me under your command!
And I will serve loyally and true,
But the more you refrain from discipline
The more I drift away from you.



I wrote this on my FetLife. Because. I can. And also I don't have anything more original to say on here, so console yourselves with the fact that I just wrote it today.

Not poetry

What I want and what I have have always been two different things, even when I didn't know it. And it hasn't been shit like "I want a Honda but I have a Chevy," (although that happened, too, I just didn't mind because at least I had a vehicle) no, it's been more profound. Makes me wonder who I pissed off in a previous life. I'm sorry already! Can I catch a break just once?!

Everyone I've ever cared about has always lived in a different state, and even now that I'm living with a friend, there's someone I'd rather be with a thousand miles away (Blue, no offense, love). There are four places I can live in the U.S., none of them any closer to where I want to be, some of them as far as I can go and still stay in the continental. I keep telling myself that life just isn't meant to be fair, this is normal, this is basic shit. And yet...

I've ripped myself apart for everyone I've known, except one, at least once. Should I have to sacrifice like that? Should I have to be broken?

For over a month I thought I'd been abandoned by the only person I haven't changed to please. I'm not sure I can describe what a blow to my confidence that was, or the thoughts that haunted me throughout that time. I'm sick, I'm so fucked up, I'm wrong, I'm worthless, I should have known better. In a funny twist of fate, I hadn't been abandoned, I'd been treated to a taste of something I used to do: a withdrawal from society into my own personal hell. I was broken of it with a dose of someone else's selfishness, but that's another story.

And so I dip my pencil in the water and move on...

I took a walk today under a grey sky with tiny speckles of rain falling on my face. It was decently chill, a pleasant surprise. I meant to write some poems, and did indeed write one, but it was nothing worth sharing; a waste of paper. I haven't managed to write anything exceedingly brilliant in quite a while, not since the night I read a friend's poem and wrote a frenzied response (a highly edited version made it on here, one not written in the heat of the moment). Perhaps I shouldn't push it, maybe beg my muse to speak with me, maybe search for a new one.

I showed a friend a drawing of mine recently. It was a practice sketch of the female form. I've been trying very hard to teach myself to draw better, and while I'm not the worst out there *coughthirdgraderscough*, I'm certainly not an artist. I enjoy drawing, but it will never be anything more than a hobby of mine, and not even one that I do very often. Anyway, I asked for some pointers on how to make it better and my friend said, "Just draw what you see."

But I see words. I see everything as a poem or a story. On my walk, I saw beautiful things that I instantly started crafting a verse for, or turned a quick phrase to capture, much like snapping a photograph. No artist am I, merely a wandering poet.

Passing Through the Woods

Inner turmoil like burning oil
(Refreshing)
Save me from my own desires,
Like a midwinter blaze
I am surrounded by ice.
Teach me something
(Inspirational nonsense)
Teach me something!
I will not beg
No dog, no cowering demon,
Oh, child with a wicked tongue!
Oh, child filled with desire!
No cowering demon am I,
No blistered body shaking,
SHE HAS GROWN HER WINGS
and flies silently away
(This is the day)
Heed!
Four years, two months, six days.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
For I have miles to go before I sleep.

Don't Keep Me in the Dark

Doorways stand open in the night,
I will hold open my hand for only so long a time.
Darkening days, my melody of life,
My melody of moving on to the next chapter.
Who's to say I deserve to be happier?
Mistakes are made and unmade in each hour,
Seconds overlapping to caress the rocks,
The sea speaking
(I shouldn't be shocked)
It's not that I didn't know, it's that I hoped,
And again today I am quietly alone.
Situationaly speaking, it's nothing new,
And I can even understand why it's me who is in this place,
Better me than anyone else.
I wonder if I was merely a distraction from the real world?
YOU asked me that once,
Now I ask you,
JUST TELL ME THE TRUTH:
If you don't want me anymore,
"My apologies for darkening your door".


Four years, two months, eight days

Today's trivia: The first band I ever made on Rock Band was called Darkened Doorway. The second was Orison.

Always On the Outside

Because there's no place for me within.
Stalking rooms with empty noises spewing,
Spouting nothing to be consumed by a void.
I'm not one with whom you should toy.
Something not right, holding on too loose,
And every other word grinds past my vision
Except I missed nothing of the nothing you said.
I a m s i c k
And it's about time I admitted it,
Except this sickness draws certain others near
And then I'm not the only one here,
So is it so wrong to be something else?
I have to stalk these rooms at night, shaded red,
Shaded black, whispering under the screaming vortex
Of the known.
I should just have stayed home
Except this sickness compels me to flee from the silence
And then there I am, letting someone in again,
Hoping that for maybe just a little while
I don't have to be so lonely.
But it doesn't work that way.
Because afterwards, after the possession and depression and
Elation,
After they've gotten what they wanted,
I'm still alone

Fuck It

I can honestly say that I hate myself.
I hate who I am
I hate what I want
I hate what I have
I hate what I need
I hate the fact that I am still degrading the earth with my presence.

And I HATE that people tell me I should be grateful.



It's not cheating if I'm the only fucking one here!

Sixpence Too Willing

Sing a song of ecstasy
A pocketful of tears,
Four and twenty blackbirds carrying my fears,
And when they finally landed
I offered them some bread,
Now I have a murder circling 'round my head.

Indeed

My life has been one long list of failures;
Why should my death be any different?

Doubt Within

With realization comes the responsibility.
I repress,
I refrain,
My face is pressed against the ground.
Am I less worthy?
I guess my arms are saying yes.
Hold me,
Hide me from myself,
Take away this poisonous doubt.
I don't know where I'm going
And I don't know if it's alone,
But I'm going there all the same.
I sort of feel abandoned.
Is that okay?
Maybe I should have said no...

This Has Absolutely No Meaning

Got a pocketful of nothing
(Ashes, ashes)
Who are we to say it's over?
I have a fistful of dollars,
What will you trade me for them?
I hold your heart by a string
Treat it like a yo-yo.
Will you listen when I speak?
Things moving at the corner of my vision
And I just hope I can remain silent about them.
You know what I'm talking about,
You know what everyone is talking about.
Exercises in playful meanderings
Exercises in futile wanderings.
Please excuse the mess of my dreams,
Just passing through your bleak reality,
Tasting on my tongue this sanguine addiction
(Reach for it)
I can feel your heart beneath my hands
Strings vibrating.
You are my symphony


I was messing around with Dr. Wicked's Writing Lab and this spewed out. I can tell you that it took me five minutes. Yay widget?

An Apology of Sorts

I don't have a whole lot to say,
Fell awake the other day,
Lost track of time and drifted away.

Last night I fell asleep,
Missed messages I'd been waiting on for weeks,
How do I justify that to myself?
How do I justify missing everything?

I wake up and feel dead
Insane buzzing flitting through my head

Dreaming draws me nearer to the fears
Hunting me with blood soaked spears,
I have nothing to shield me from the dreams

Skeletons grasping my arms,
Keeping me from running,
Sapping my strength so I can't break them,
I have to protect my friend, I have to save him,
I let my guard down and there it is,
Skeleton holding me tight
Forcing me to fight,
I should have hunted him and won.

My alarm went off at 8:45
And I was sorry to still be alive,
I tripped and fell from dream to nightmare.

In conclusion, I'm sorry I missed you

Silence In Spite of Me

I should just give it up
Stop hoping
Wishing
Wanting
Stop hanging on to threads that unravel
In my grasping hands.
I should realize that I can never have
The bright breaking of loneliness.
I can never have that strong guiding hand
Pressed against my throat.
I should just give it up
And call myself useless

Damage

Is that why I'm so alone?
I lit candles and drowned myself in darkness
In the silence of falling water.
Wondering never brings me nearer.
Am I too far gone?
I press my hands to the window and the sky
Weeps with me.
I am merely a product of my past
And a whisper of my future.
The past is doomed to repeat
(I can take the damage
I can keep walking)


Four years, two months, twenty-five days

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You make me feel like my heart
Is in a spreader bar

I'm not kidding

Steph: What are those long things called, with the pillow at one end and they're sometimes covered in silk?

Me: ...a chaise lounge?

Steph: Yes! You are a goddess!

Me: *strikes pose*

And It Really Was Time

So settle down and watch her go

Like bitter tea leaves down the drain
Like bitter whispers on the brain
And silent mutterings from behind closed closet doors.

Silence!
Fall in line

Wristwatches burning spirals on skeletal arms
Grim reaper smiles full of guile and charm
She's falling down the tunnel with wings pasted on her back.

Simpering little mice
This is what delirium tastes like

Cake and ice cream and ginger ale
Paper plates that are far too frail
I held her hand until she told me it was time to go.

Sooner Rather Than...

"They say I’ve lost it
What could I know when I’m but a mockery?
I'm so alone"
~Switchfoot, 'Sooner or Later'

Words Into A Void

I have to wonder if you're mad
If I did something to make you hate me.
I wonder if I could fix it if I did
I wonder if you would want me to.

I sent some pictures in hopes that you'd be pleased
And you were, and you told me,
But you're still gone and I know you're busy,
Just wish you'd say hi every now and then.

I'm lonely and silent
Wrapping myself in a cocoon of not caring,
Having to withdraw from the world
Just so for a little I can stop crying.

I miss you and hope that you're okay
And I'm trying not to harass you with texts
Or emails or calls,
I just wanted you to know

Even though you'll never read this

You Say I'm Hopeless

I want to burn my body to the ground
Rise up from the ashes and fly away,
Spread open my veins and just bleed
Oceans of blood, raining blue rocks
Hateful suffering,
Desires old as dust as faith as hate,
And then there was nothing inside,
Nothing inside,
Nothing inside.
Help me bend backwards and land on my feet.
Just one last song to lay me to sleep
(And I shall sleep dreamless)
With nothing left but bitter lies,
I am going to slice until there's nothing left but
Scars on my wrists...


I dreamt I ran a bath
And filled it with cherry blossoms
(There was whispering in my head)
I dreamt I ran a bath
And stepped in to the bubbles
(I don't know what they're saying)
I dreamt I ran a bath
That I turned red
(They lulled me to sleep)

Happy Winter Solstice

You are full of arrogance
Floating through life in a dream,
Assuming that you are the only truth
The center of the storms
Thinking you have found the only way
The only light, the only life,
Demanding that everyone be exactly as you.
Who do you think you are?
Arrogant to the last
Who do you think you are?



My mother sent me a cd for Christmas. This would be alright if it was in a genre I actually listened to. But I do not listen to contemporary Christian music. At all. No exceptions. And the only reason I ever did was because she bought me cds and I tried them.

She texted me today and asked me to listen to all of it. I personally cannot stand their music. I've looked up clips to make sure. I said I probably wouldn't. She sent back that there was no reason for me to celebrate Christmas since it's a celebration of Christ's birthday then.

She said I shouldn't celebrate Christmas since I didn't like her present.

Dear Mother, I hope you're reading this. Christmas started as a pagan holiday. Jesus was probably born around March. You haven't liked everything I've gotten you before, but you still accepted it graciously and I never demanded that you listen to/read/use your gift. I appreciate the fact that that cd helped you through a tough time in your life. Really. What you need to understand is that I HATE that music, and I don't care how much it means to you, I am not going to voluntarily listen to that. Please keep in mind that I have radically different tastes than you do. And I have since ever.

Much love

Demons Dreaming (Breathe In, Breathe In)

(Unceasing agony)
KNEEL
And know your defeat
PRAY
For mercy
How does it feel to be broken
How does it feel to be used
Abused
Warped into something else
(Kill me)
KNEEL
(Kill me)
PRAY
(Which way...)
Every tear is another link in the chain
Every breath is another wave of pain
Every day is another way to spell defeat
(It's so sweet...)
So kneel at the feet
And pray

Well, Does She?

I hold it in my arms.
Let me cry just one last time.
Hold me safe tonight.
(And does she worship?)
A veil torn from my face
Floats down onto the floor.
I walk the streets at night.
I am the darkness in your soul
The burnt edge on your toast.
(And does she worship?)
I hold my own.
Who can condemn me, who can hold me close?
I am always all alone.
Creature of darkness,
Creature of light,
I step into the sun,
I step into the night.
(And does she worship?)
What are you looking for, dark restless one?
Who are you seeking?
Will I know her when I find her?
(And does she worship?)
On this quest of many hatreds
I am the one to find my way.
Beg me to stay.
One little girl left out in the cold
I am always on my own.
(And does she worship?)
Sitting at a table with a paper at my hand
And the words are written with blood and sand.
A desert stretching as far as I can feel.
(And does she worship?)
I know that I'm not real.
A fractured jewel held together with steel,
Faceted memories that I can only feel.
I am looking for the one I've always sought,
And they tell me it's God.
Tell me again.
The Mistress who walks at night,
The one who's always been just out of sight,
The one who kisses my trembling lips,
The one who gives me more than this,
Should I deny who I am?
Should I deny that she is my heart beating
Not beating
Beating
Not beating
In my chest?
(AND DOES SHE WORSHIP?)
I deny no longer.
Could it be yes?

Love Song of the Sickness

Little windows in time
Hearts beating faster like ravens wings.
I watch, merely a humble spectator,
Savoring each and every radiant motion
Frozen in portraits of brilliant desire.
And oh, this desire is a sickness in me,
A creeping, wretched thing,
Not jealousy but a mass of crippling muck
Tinting my thoughts and making me weak,
Making me sick inside,
A sickness that boils in my veins…
His pale goddess glowing on my screen
And I have fallen in lust and continue to remain there
Allowing myself to drown like the bitter monster I am,
Bitter demon,
The one who has no wings except in darkness.
I caress the god and his goddess with my eyes,
My sickness flowing through me leaving a sweet stain on my tongue
Reminiscent of the death I am so enamored of,
My death, my internal agonizing rot.
I hold dear to my heart that I have also been chosen,
Like his goddess,
Except I can taste on my tongue that I am nothing,
Nothing even worth his time, nothing close to good enough for him,
And I scream at the sickness to implode and leave me empty,
A husk, a hollow doll,
I scream that I should leave them above me.
I can never ascend to even be touched by their glorious beauty
I can never hope to be cradled and the sickness assuaged…
He looks upon me and my heart skips a beat,
My forever longing making me grateful of even a moment’s notice,
He says that his opinion of me is enough
And yet…
I am stricken by the god and his goddess,
Awed by the beauty and elegance and purity of their union.
Who am I to even be a blemish on his radar?
Who am I to kneel at his feet and offer my adoration?
Who am I to hold this sickness inside…?
So broken, so used, so used to pain am I,
I cannot even function in a way worthy of his attention…
I have no right to lust after his goddess
No right to kneel and kiss his feet
NO RIGHT to hold his interest, hold his consideration,
Hold anything of his…
And yet, I persist in holding them both dear to my heart,
The sickness a safe resting place for my desire,
And through the sickness I can see my unworthiness…
The god and his pale, perfect goddess floating above me
While I lay on a bed of coals and worship from a distance,
My breath caught in my throat so firmly
I can do nothing but hope I may lay in their glory forever…