tonight feels like a good night to be damned
ignite this inferno with a phospherous hand
im the little powder keg hunkered down in the dark
with my flint and steel looking for a spark
put on my shoes and grab some rope
to hang myself or to hang all hope
pointing cannons at computer screens
and delivering criticisms via limousines
i put the bible in the paper shredder
and fuck god on the letter header
i climb mountains witless and limb,less
until i pass out or pass the nimbus
defying all known convention
crossing out generations without mention
i look back down on this sorry world
and when the cock of dissent is fully unfurled
i laugh both venomous and caustic
echoing somewhere between death and agnostic
i can't seem to find yahweh anywher eup here
but descent the mountain? "shoot boy, i'd rather be queer"
ill take the public defender who didnt even know it was his shift
because on judgement day ill drink and plead a fifth
ignite this inferno with a phospherous hand
im the little powder keg hunkered down in the dark
with my flint and steel looking for a spark
put on my shoes and grab some rope
to hang myself or to hang all hope
pointing cannons at computer screens
and delivering criticisms via limousines
i put the bible in the paper shredder
and fuck god on the letter header
i climb mountains witless and limb,less
until i pass out or pass the nimbus
defying all known convention
crossing out generations without mention
i look back down on this sorry world
and when the cock of dissent is fully unfurled
i laugh both venomous and caustic
echoing somewhere between death and agnostic
i can't seem to find yahweh anywher eup here
but descent the mountain? "shoot boy, i'd rather be queer"
ill take the public defender who didnt even know it was his shift
because on judgement day ill drink and plead a fifth
Thick, fresh, pristine, blanket...
Lies.
Photographs that shine
Bright eyes hide bitter pain
A satiny-smooth smile
Cooing voice, sexy style
Fangs behind lovely, perfect lips...
Softly-grinding curvy hips...
Lies.
Tainting where most vulnerable
Painting over weakness
Gripping your willingness
Attaching like a parasite
You surrender and collapse upon
a sheet of woven deception...
An afterglow breeze reception...
Lies.
Crawls upon your sleeping body to soothe you
wrap around to smooth you
defuse you, and most wickedly,
to use you.
(C) eroticmiranda
I hold our love in my hands
a delicate, fragile thing
glistening in the light
I recall the last time
I held something so precious
I crushed it and was left
with blood on my palms
and a guilty conscience
I hold it between two fingers
and study its intricate design
inscriptions etched forever in time
scared of my own strength
I set it by the window and watch
as it refracts rainbows in my direction
you said it's made of diamonds
but I can never be too sure
a delicate, fragile thing
glistening in the light
I recall the last time
I held something so precious
I crushed it and was left
with blood on my palms
and a guilty conscience
I hold it between two fingers
and study its intricate design
inscriptions etched forever in time
scared of my own strength
I set it by the window and watch
as it refracts rainbows in my direction
you said it's made of diamonds
but I can never be too sure
Oh pastoral scene of white,
Stretched out before me
Like a fleece blanket
Made out of tiny flakes of white
That only moments ago
And moments now,
Flew at my windshield
Like tiny ice angels
Or fairies.
A swarm
Of diversity
As I can see the shape and texture of every snowflake
Seems so different,
As snow white dust blows across the road
In swirls and whirls
To be lifted and dropped again.
Snow white heavenly blanket
Your touch of cold
Is like fire
As You bite my cheeks and hands.
And yet you are so malleable,
Formable
In ways that you accept,
And crumble in ways that are wrong.
My mittened hands gather a bunch,
Maybe thousands of tiny crystals in one handful,
Taking you from the windshield of my car
And propelling you in a ballistic arc into the branches of a nearby tree.
A couple more bunches
Naturally form the shapes
Of snowbirds.
As I slowly navigate the freeway
Coated in a formidable layer of white,
It's clear
That the interconnectedness of all things
Taken together
Demands respect.
And yet
Until the thaw
Until you have been used and molded
Your beauty remains
Pristine
Stretched out before me
Like a fleece blanket
Made out of tiny flakes of white
That only moments ago
And moments now,
Flew at my windshield
Like tiny ice angels
Or fairies.
A swarm
Of diversity
As I can see the shape and texture of every snowflake
Seems so different,
As snow white dust blows across the road
In swirls and whirls
To be lifted and dropped again.
Snow white heavenly blanket
Your touch of cold
Is like fire
As You bite my cheeks and hands.
And yet you are so malleable,
Formable
In ways that you accept,
And crumble in ways that are wrong.
My mittened hands gather a bunch,
Maybe thousands of tiny crystals in one handful,
Taking you from the windshield of my car
And propelling you in a ballistic arc into the branches of a nearby tree.
A couple more bunches
Naturally form the shapes
Of snowbirds.
As I slowly navigate the freeway
Coated in a formidable layer of white,
It's clear
That the interconnectedness of all things
Taken together
Demands respect.
And yet
Until the thaw
Until you have been used and molded
Your beauty remains
Pristine
Dont be mistaken
we are not friends
you made that clear
when you stopped caring
you showed me what it was like
to give up
to loose faith in someone
you showed me
how one face has many sides
most never seen
to be a friend is everlasting
that goes on forever
no matter the distance
we are not friends
you made that clear
when you stopped caring
you showed me what it was like
to give up
to loose faith in someone
you showed me
how one face has many sides
most never seen
to be a friend is everlasting
that goes on forever
no matter the distance
- Music:Leona Lewis - I Got You
Next of Kin
My brother was my only friend
Always a patient ear to lend
He'd tell me how elves and saints were all heaven’s sent
Whenever I hurt or needed to voice my wench
He would tell me tales of princes and nobles from France
And no matter how little time together we'd spend
He'd often remind me how much it meant
My brother was my only friend
He often held my hand while I tried to sleep
When dreams of ghosts would come to haunt me
Even when daddy made me cry and cringe
And the others shut me out or ignored me
He never failed to be there, beside me
My brother was my only friend
When we’d run freely after kites
When the day inevitably turned into night
When the fright of the world crawled up my spine
And when I passed out cold in that alley
My brother was my only friend
When from dozens beatings he made me escape
Protecting me from the venomous pain and senseless rage
Supporting and soothing me and at that tender difficult age
When love was constantly mistaken by hate
When drugs and alcohol ended up in my plate
When neither friends nor family I could face
When I thought that saying sorry was too late
When I believed this world would drive me insane
When I imagined that being alone was my fate
He’d promptly pick me up and carry me away
My brother was still my only friend
Even when I shouted and got angry
When I cut myself or needed money
He’d calm me down through the phone
Saying that it was ok and I should come home
My brother is no more my only friend
Earth swallowed him up suddenly
No more advices or complaints
I’ll hear from him contently
All I do now is light up candles
And stare up at the sky where he now stands.
My brother was my only friend
Always a patient ear to lend
He'd tell me how elves and saints were all heaven’s sent
Whenever I hurt or needed to voice my wench
He would tell me tales of princes and nobles from France
And no matter how little time together we'd spend
He'd often remind me how much it meant
My brother was my only friend
He often held my hand while I tried to sleep
When dreams of ghosts would come to haunt me
Even when daddy made me cry and cringe
And the others shut me out or ignored me
He never failed to be there, beside me
My brother was my only friend
When we’d run freely after kites
When the day inevitably turned into night
When the fright of the world crawled up my spine
And when I passed out cold in that alley
My brother was my only friend
When from dozens beatings he made me escape
Protecting me from the venomous pain and senseless rage
Supporting and soothing me and at that tender difficult age
When love was constantly mistaken by hate
When drugs and alcohol ended up in my plate
When neither friends nor family I could face
When I thought that saying sorry was too late
When I believed this world would drive me insane
When I imagined that being alone was my fate
He’d promptly pick me up and carry me away
My brother was still my only friend
Even when I shouted and got angry
When I cut myself or needed money
He’d calm me down through the phone
Saying that it was ok and I should come home
My brother is no more my only friend
Earth swallowed him up suddenly
No more advices or complaints
I’ll hear from him contently
All I do now is light up candles
And stare up at the sky where he now stands.
- Location:innerself
- Mood:
discontent - Music:silence
Oh Crap!!
Oh crap!
I sinned again
I lusted after you
And you lusted after another
And now I'm mad
So why would I care if you're sad?
Tell me why
Oh humor me
I really would like to hear
All your crap
And waist five minutes of my life
Oh crap!
I sinned again
I lusted after you
And you lusted after another
And now I'm mad
So why would I care if you're sad?
Won't you enlighten me
Please tell me
Why should I bother?
Why should I care?
Oh crap!
I sinned again
I lusted after you
And you lusted after another
And now I'm mad
So why would I care if you're sad?
repeat
Suddenly you're mister innocent
By Wilmary
Oh crap!
I sinned again
I lusted after you
And you lusted after another
And now I'm mad
So why would I care if you're sad?
Tell me why
Oh humor me
I really would like to hear
All your crap
And waist five minutes of my life
Oh crap!
I sinned again
I lusted after you
And you lusted after another
And now I'm mad
So why would I care if you're sad?
Won't you enlighten me
Please tell me
Why should I bother?
Why should I care?
Oh crap!
I sinned again
I lusted after you
And you lusted after another
And now I'm mad
So why would I care if you're sad?
repeat
Suddenly you're mister innocent
By Wilmary
Frustration
It's so close
It was so close
And you didn't let it happen
My heart fluttered
As we both flew away sheepishly
I feel so unaccomplished
I wanted more
And left empty-handed
I may have this bracelet,
I may have this pen
But I don't have your lips
Safely saved on mine
I came through the frustrating door
And left with the same feeling
When will you be ready?
It's so close
It was so close
And you didn't let it happen
My heart fluttered
As we both flew away sheepishly
I feel so unaccomplished
I wanted more
And left empty-handed
I may have this bracelet,
I may have this pen
But I don't have your lips
Safely saved on mine
I came through the frustrating door
And left with the same feeling
When will you be ready?
I'm already there
By Wilmary
By Wilmary
A wild runs in my blood. It
rages to be free of the cage -
that is my life. I growl and threaten
to no avail. They take what is rightfully
mine, as I will take theirs
when my time here is done.
A wild beats in my raw heart. It
burns to be unleashed and uncontrolled;
I am in the savage seas, tempestuous,
against battered shores of my
captors. When I leave, they shall be
empty, and I will laugh.
A wild lives in my soul. It
is my destiny, my nature, to fight the chains
that bind me. And I will fight, even if
it destroys me. I am the wild, as it is
me: the very essence of life. Unchallenged,
untamed, undenied, I will be free.
rages to be free of the cage -
that is my life. I growl and threaten
to no avail. They take what is rightfully
mine, as I will take theirs
when my time here is done.
A wild beats in my raw heart. It
burns to be unleashed and uncontrolled;
I am in the savage seas, tempestuous,
against battered shores of my
captors. When I leave, they shall be
empty, and I will laugh.
A wild lives in my soul. It
is my destiny, my nature, to fight the chains
that bind me. And I will fight, even if
it destroys me. I am the wild, as it is
me: the very essence of life. Unchallenged,
untamed, undenied, I will be free.
Excerpt:
Poetry
I wouldn’t care for the words by poets
When they hadn’t expressed feelings at all
Because they are just empty words on
Lifeless paper, and nothing real (like me or you)
Full poem here.
Poetry
I wouldn’t care for the words by poets
When they hadn’t expressed feelings at all
Because they are just empty words on
Lifeless paper, and nothing real (like me or you)
Full poem here.
It is a cliché, they say. But I can’t be bothered by what’s truth and what is irony. I only wish now that hard rain poured on me. The path I’ve stayed has worn through the soles of my heels and I feel the ground move against me. The wrath I feel has been born on whose account to feel the heavy pound rise against me. It is fate, they debate. Tonight I can tell how hard I fell on that misguided tour. I’m longing after long gone, and I only wish to be proven more.
It’s ended in the worst sentiments between lovers. The park benches are abandoned and the museum paintings preserved. I’ve lied to you once before and I won’t tell it to you twice. It’s marked 2 o’clock and I surrender to my bed for the afternoon. My head is a mess but nothing’s amiss. The bed sheets rewind to proper and the paper folded and tucked in a corner.
What were you thinking when you pretended sleep as you fall through my arms and we melded? While I thought I kissed you and you were in a pleasant dream, your hair in my hand as I held it? Now, I won’t question this revelation of a secret. We’ll just stay as it was, haunting and riveting across the park. They’ll never know we were there, no evidence of our fingerprints in the rust because our feet took us away quickly as we bit the dust.
I fill you with the excerpts of my hasty decisions. You accept them without any hesitations. We said farewell later on, tracing our steps with the course of the stars. Our words rhyme with how they were painted upon. I see you turn and twirl in your pretty dress.
Into the shadows, I muster
The courage I have never desired
Into the curtains, I mutter
The secrets that I’ve tried to design
For all the right reasons to speak in a different tongue
I took that walk right off the path and went in circles
My music in my ears and my sentiments on my tongue
I began to speak
My hands shook from my held back tears
My feet aching a longing for a walk with you
I mouthed the lyrics of the song that made my heart beat
I began to sing
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Thank you and have a lovely day!
Can I forget you,
And your memories-sweet?
Can I need you not,
After all we've been through?
Could I find one day
That my heart loves another,
That my soul's bond is not of one trail?
Could I, in my need of you
Mingle my heart's life in another's cup?
Would I falter in my love,
Looking in another's eyes?
Would I learn to love another,
If I tried?
Should I need you less
When I could have so much more?
Should I run from this fate
So beset with baleful sorrows?
No. Nay. Never.
I love you, I love you.
I love you, and only you.
What is time to me, when it stands still
Whenever you leave my world?
What is joy, if not mingled
In your delightful sour-sweetness?
What is a silver lining in the clouds
If the sun is absent from the sky?
What is peace,
If all that's left is empty loneliness?
You cry a lot,
You mope at times.
You laugh at me,
You belittle me too, sometimes.
You can be mean,
You can be nasty,
You could be all I really didn't need right now.
But...
You make me smile,
You make me sing,
You make love last
And shine through in everything.
You keep me company
Even when you and I are both blue.
You hate me,
And still tell me you love me too.
And I do need you,
Love you
More than you will ever know.
I dare not speak of letting you go.
I dare not hope for anything more than this?
For whomever else, could make me swoon
And know pure joy in the simple boon of a kiss?
You are love to me.
You are the spice of life.
My love.
I love you.
And your memories-sweet?
Can I need you not,
After all we've been through?
Could I find one day
That my heart loves another,
That my soul's bond is not of one trail?
Could I, in my need of you
Mingle my heart's life in another's cup?
Would I falter in my love,
Looking in another's eyes?
Would I learn to love another,
If I tried?
Should I need you less
When I could have so much more?
Should I run from this fate
So beset with baleful sorrows?
No. Nay. Never.
I love you, I love you.
I love you, and only you.
What is time to me, when it stands still
Whenever you leave my world?
What is joy, if not mingled
In your delightful sour-sweetness?
What is a silver lining in the clouds
If the sun is absent from the sky?
What is peace,
If all that's left is empty loneliness?
You cry a lot,
You mope at times.
You laugh at me,
You belittle me too, sometimes.
You can be mean,
You can be nasty,
You could be all I really didn't need right now.
But...
You make me smile,
You make me sing,
You make love last
And shine through in everything.
You keep me company
Even when you and I are both blue.
You hate me,
And still tell me you love me too.
And I do need you,
Love you
More than you will ever know.
I dare not speak of letting you go.
I dare not hope for anything more than this?
For whomever else, could make me swoon
And know pure joy in the simple boon of a kiss?
You are love to me.
You are the spice of life.
My love.
I love you.
- Mood:
amused
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