Backstage Pass

Cognition

2009-09-28T20:56:00.002-04:00

I speak while acknowledging I am bound to be silenced.
I achieve while aware I will be humbled.
I rise while knowing I shall soon fall.
I succeed while realizing it is inevitable for me to fail.
I gain fearing I am sure to have charity taken from me.
I do not remain inarticulate, for I am confident in the potency of my voice.
I am not quenched from being impoverished.
I tumble knowing my ascension shall exceed far beyond any that have previously occurred.
I savor the taste of raw failure while memorizing the bitterness and angst it possesses.
I vow to allow my thoughts to digest its unwavering discernment merely once.
I embrace loss for I am certain I will acquire and prosper again.
I live rationalizing I am fated to perish.
It is indisputable that I shall expire knowingly and knowledgeably.

Ingest

2009-07-17T22:48:00.003-04:00

Hey there, you hapless fool.
Yes you, the hopeless mortal with the guilt-stricken face.
How is your solitude addressing you?
How does it feel to watch your life sprawled across the screen?
Watching your words play into other lives like a broken script.
Is it satisfying to know that you are the ringleader of this blood-smitten circus?
Knowing that you originate from dementia, and continue to carry on insanity’s blessing.
Has it sunk in that you have hastily bitten off more misfortunes than you could ever chew?
Do you realize you’ve been damned with the touch of fatality?
When the sin-drenched stake is driven into your atrocious core, do you feel like an utter disgrace?
Or merely become overwhelmed by acquisition?
When the lights start to flicker and the aged film crackles to life, does the lack of color entice you?
As the accordion sings its morose serenade, does it send chills down your spine?
Perhaps it fractures the backbone you have never truly possessed?
The feeble soul that ought to be fed to famished hounds.
Can you swallow this?
Are you captivated by the tantalizing ways the gypsies display in vain?
Stolen treasures ringing as they pass, sputtering, muttering words of pretense.
Amidst the purple disarray adamantly choking you.
Cowering from the fires ablaze, surrounding you.
Rapidly becoming conquered by the madness of jump rope chants and sinister laughter.
Are you able to swallow yet?
Do you comprehend the sole fact that you have never once loved?
For it is because of your self pity and false affections, that you have remained alone.
Peer into the mirror you have stored out of contempt, discover that this dreadful reflection staring back at you is no other but yourself.
Try swallowing now.

Contrary-tale

2009-01-03T21:49:00.000-05:00

I must confess, I never adamantly believed in once upon a time tales.
In my evasive thoughts, these fables were merely slumber stories.
Consequently I felt you were no more wondrous than any other.
You were on my door step in simply blue jeans, a sweater and a smile; not shiny, shimmering, splendid metallic.
You arrived not upon a magical rug or atop a reverent stallion but in an economy car.
In your hands you held not my missing shoe from the previous fortnight, but the day’s mail.
You possessed no antidote for this ardor I seem to have been poisoned with but offer the hope and will for it to remain everlasting.
You have not awakened me from this gratifying reverie with a passionate kiss but a slight brush against my arm as you proceed through the threshold to slip off your coat.
It is then I suddenly come to the rationalization that my true fairytale resides within you.
We are star crossed lovers in this realm of reality.
And I am wishing upon every glistening sparkle in the sky, that I shall discover my happily ever after within your eyes.

Mortal Savior

2008-09-13T18:55:00.000-04:00

Venture into the depths of my desolate frame.
The form you have recklessly shattered in vain.
The smoldering hostility you have left to perish.
Now I am merely among myself, with only the memories remaining.
Those were the days, yes, those were the days.
The silence of those beloved golden moments was nothing short of sacred.
The pinnacle calm before the storm.
It was when time seemed to go on endlessly.
Yet at some point along the lines of bliss and ecstasy, time was lost, evaporated throughout the years.
The artificial serenity was then nursed in my hands like an empty mug with only an ounce of false pretense left within its shallow capacity.
Paranoia hastily coated my every thought and dream.
The concept of children crouching timidly in the shadows, their innocence being lapped up by the sinister omniscience the darkness summons forth.
So how could you possibly dare to request that I find it within the goodness of my heart to seek forgiveness of those who are deemed to assault the virtue of others?
How is it that you can subject me to sop up the defenseless tears and blood that flows from the victims, without uttering a single solitary word of contempt towards the committers of these catastrophes?
Regard me as a warning, for I shall not be the only one to speak out against these diabolical actions.
This vicious cycle must be stopped, and it is our obligation to make sure these victims are led toward a substantial salvation.

Transience

2008-09-03T19:39:00.001-04:00

I see the tears that brim your lustrous eyes.
I hear your heartstrings being strummed upon by the moon’s solemnity.
I savor the aftertaste of dashing hopes that dance on the tip of your tongue.
I feel your bleak hands reach out for me in despair.
And the morose fragrance of bitter anguish fills my insides to an inconceivable extent.

As the earth laps up the sorrow that drips down that shattered face of yours,
I can hardly fathom the treacherous pain that lies beneath your flesh.
For there is nothing a promise can assure in times such as these.
And I shall never venture to say a mortal can keep its word.
But you can be certain that I differ from the rest.
Never will you ever regard me as an evanescent lover.

Flare

2008-08-19T22:30:00.000-04:00

By some perverse stroke of fate, you have returned;
whether it be by a corrupt figment of my wretched imagination or the sick logics of reality.
Would it be indecent to question who’s struck the match?
What are your intentions for that smoke which looms all around you?
Are you disheartened with the fact that there are no mirrors to be found this time around?
You are a runaway spark from a salivating fire, which shines and burns yet soon fizzles into emptiness.
You land on my flesh and vainly sizzle into my core.
Upon my heart you set a wild fire, in which blazes through my emotions only for you to extinguish it soon after.
It is true that you brighten up my surroundings, but only so very briefly.
And yes, you leave me in awe every time the soft crackle of your voice brims my thoughts.
It would also be accurate to say that your manipulative amorous flame has managed to embrace me, and warm me through the cold.
But keep in mind that the artificial heating wears, leaving only bitterness in the night’s chill.
You shall no longer commit this scandalous treason.
For I will douse out this inferno, with my tattered tenderness worn on my sleeves.
I will never be burned by your tapered affections again.

Butterflies

2008-06-04T18:26:00.000-04:00

Their wings
They flutter in the slightest breeze
These wings intrigue me
Delicate, like porcelain, they are
So weak, yet so strong
They hold up their bodies, their life support
The symmetry
Perfection in an erroneous world
A fire of right in the darkness of imperfection
We should all take a lesson from them
Small perfectly drawn circles and lines
Sprinkle these amazing structures
A mirage of colors meets my melting chocolate eyes
Making them all the more beautiful
They are that feeling
That feeling I feel whenever I see you
That sweet sickness in the pit of me
They flutter
They are no longer just the miracle of a creature
The creature chased by young children in baby’s breath fields
Searched for by little girls with big dreams
They are your smile, your touch
They are everything you do to me
They are butterflies

Written by my sis Sum....i find this poem to be amazingly incredible, so i just HAD to post it! =)

The Oppressing Nature of this World We Call Home

2008-04-16T21:09:00.001-04:00

If I may, I’d like to propose my thoughts to you. An essay, if you will, expressing against the oppressing nature of this prejudice world we call home. You are not required to agree or follow within my preaching, but I ask of you to listen. Listen with the sense of hearing you were fortunately granted with from our God. I speak not for myself but for all who fill the soles similar to my own; for the weak and the strong, the elderly and the young, the open-minded, and followers of hearts. For love is blind, hence it recognizes no boundaries, whether it be bold or subtle. We not only love, but we rejoice in the vision we have been given. We see past sexism and gender roles, and instead see the beauty that resides within the soul, opposed to what appears on the outside flesh. We do not judge, we find love to come naturally with whomever we happen to dote amorously upon. Perhaps it may not seem like it, but it is as familiar for us to love as it is for you.

For we all bleed the same scarlet blood, it flows throughout all of our veins, and it seeps from all of our wounds. The bitter tears we taste trickle down all of our faces, and we were all born from our mother’s womb. For in our creator’s eyes, we all are equal, all loved and cherished. We are indeed sinners, but just like the rest of humanity, we are simply human. We are not foreign, nor that of an alien species, we surround you. We are friends, we are loved ones, we are co-workers, we are classmates, we are authority figures, we are role models, we are children, we are parents, we are acquaintances, we are heroes, we are passer-bys, we are people. We are everyday people whom do not deserve to be punished, who do not deserve to be judged. We do not deserve to follow the rules conjured by an ignorant, unenlightened mind, written by an unjust hand, but one of justice and peace. We have no right to live under the conviction of being tagged “immoral”, “unhealthy”, and “wrong”. For we are not shameful people, I for one am immensely proud of my broad-minded views and vast heart. I do not wish to be like them. If granted the opportunity to blend, the chance to mesh in amongst their narrow-minded fellowship, I would most willingly decline, hastily by all means. I refuse to conform to their convent of hypocrisy, denial in the truth of equality. Quality of pure life is what they lack, yes, that is surely the reason!

We are an oppressed people, willing to stand up against the closed-minded ones, the committers of hate crimes, the looks of shame and disgust, the disapproval and disdain, the religious banishments. We do not express ourselves in colors of blue and pink, black and white, but every color of the spectrum. We live a kaleidoscope lifestyle. We are bright and vibrant, we radiate pride. But because of your tenacious sentiments, some of us are forced to secrecy. To deceive about ourselves, so your contradicted society runs smoothly. In your eyes we are that ounce of imperfection among your immaculate human race. The kind of person you are ashamed of, the people you hide your faces from in disgrace, as if we are the plague itself. We are the rejected ones, deemed and bound to be discriminated against, and turned away from. The ones you lead your children from, shielding their eyes from the truth that lies before them. You preach of our “wrong-doings” unto them. You take advantage of their innocence and naïve thoughts, and they believe you entirely, because they know no better. Ever think we have feelings too? Your derogatory slander will no longer bring us down! You are under the assumption you can convert us, cure us, but you once again prevail to be incorrect. Your statements will not fester in our heads for us to contemplate into the wee hours of dawning. You shall never change us.

We are reaching out, stand up for what you believe in! Be who you truly are! Laugh in the face of false pretenses, banish contradictions, and ward off the urging pressures to relinquish your efforts, tune out the discouraging voices around you. Express yourself, not only be victorious in the battle but win the war by being yourself. Follow your heart, love freely. For as this world turns the hatred only thickens, the pain only grows, but the liberation we feel must be created by ourselves. We must fight for our rights. “Because crawling on the planet’s face, some insects called the human race, lost in time and lost in space and meaning.” We can only rely on ourselves, without that there is nothing. So who is with me? Stand up for those in need, combat the ignorant. We are people, flesh, bones, and blood. We. are. people. This is who we are. This is who we are proud to be.

Elation

2008-04-05T16:17:00.001-04:00

Alas you’ve reached the wee town of Anisette.
A land graced with puddles of amaretto and a ceaseless marmalade sunset.
Laced with serendipity and lemon drop dreams,
with swirling sidewalks frosted by clementine creams.
Twirling strands of strawberry blonde,
floating to fields of fiction and beyond.
Cherry blossoms lining the cobblestone boulevards,
entice rosebud cheeks to bloom with cordial regards.
Puckered lips blanket these seraphic streets,
anticipating candied plums and peaches that are delectably sweet.
Flavorful tongues lick our faces in a friendly greeting,
as sour rains sustain depleting.
Paving the way for perfection profoundly,
leaving us all to sleep soundly.

*inspired by Blue October's "3 weeks she sleeps"*

Perpetual Ambiance

2008-02-12T21:55:00.001-05:00

Is that a smile tugging at the corners of your lips?
Is that a tear jerking from the fringes of your eyes?
Perhaps a chill soaring down the measures of your spine?
For I cannot see you at this exact moment,
but I sense your every movement.
It’s almost as if you have crawled beneath the responsive layers of my flesh.
Delved within the chambers of my being,
as if we share my very existence.
Tell me,
are those butterflies fluttering inside you?
Amphibians springing amidst your throat?
Have you been cursed by vexation once again?
For I cannot hear you at this exact moment,
but I sense your every breath.
I feel your heartbeat pulsate throughout my being,
as if we share the very same blood.
Tell me,
is that a vibrant luminescence radiating from your soul?
A lush set of wings upon your shoulders?
The walking definition of perfection is found within the sight of you.
For I cannot be next to you every moment,
but I sense you all the time…

Redemptional Plight

2008-01-17T21:34:00.001-05:00

Speak to me the words
that are held hostage behind your elusive lips.
Menaced by the rigorous trauma inflicted upon that delicate structure of your’s.
I’m finding it difficult to allow words to flow from this here pen,
because well, to be honest I feel as though they are all inadequate.
Then again, everything seems to be incompetent when held close to you.
I yearn to be the one you flee toward when the tides have turned their cheek.
I ache to be the one who calms your storms.
I pine to bandage your every wound.
I long for my hands to be the ones that gently bear your heart.
I wish for my fingertips to play your heartstrings melodically.
I hope that someday you are placed beside me,
to wade through all of life’s hardships and treasured moments together.
To savor your smile,
always and forever.

Sweet Pea

2008-01-05T17:21:00.000-05:00

Scribbled names inside scrawled hearts,
contemplative question marks.
Candy apple lips,
and rock candy eyes.
Why do you believe my lollipop lies?
Don’t you see that I’m a sucker for you?
Can’t you see past my sugarcoated stories?
The gooey impressions of your marshmallow hugs,
have managed to keep my thoughts stuck on you.
You reside in my every ice cream dream.
Silent white prayers,
reassure me that my candy-heart-phrases will not go unrequited.
Daisy petals left in a pile on my floor,
reflect my steady belief in
“love me, love me not’s.”
I’ve come to realize you can learn alotta things from the flowers.
The way your eyes linger upon me like molasses,
and the fruity fables I sell to you for a dime,
make my peanut-brittle bones shudder with elation.
Would you please just crack your jawbreaker barricade,
and kiss me already?

Lethal Injection

2007-12-30T20:46:00.001-05:00

Where am I?
How did I manage to arrive in this netherworld?
Why is this narrow chamber saturated with the fumes of demise?
I am held captive by the firm grasp of solitude.
My hands –
I cannot move them, for they are bound to this bleak seat.
My eyes –
I cannot see, for I am blinded by the darkness that coats this room.
At last, a sound!
Footsteps lingering just beyond the corridor,
assure me I am far from being alone.
I then peer into the eyes of the reaper himself.
As he reveals the pin point that shall withdrawal my life,
a grim smile crawls across his gaunt face.
He allows a minute amount of fatal fluid to drip from the tip of my humble terminator.
It splatters on the floor,
leaving deadly residue upon my skin’s surface.
As his eyes begin to brim with avidity,
he asks me if I wish to taint this final hour with my pitiful farewell.
I refuse to speak unto this fiend.
With no further adieu, he locates an exact vein.
Slowly, yet rapidly I feel the needle puncture into my skin.
I can almost taste the lethal liquid fill my insides.
I can feel him unjustly siphoning the life from me.
The room spins with the faces of those whom look on in spite of instituted ruthless rituals.
The man has killed me.

Prevail of Lunacy

2007-12-27T13:56:00.001-05:00

Embark on this forbidden charade,
take a seat among the deadly living.
Become mesmerized by the reeling crackle of the projection screen,
as you consume a shot of faux ecstasy.
Feel the burn as it cascades down your shallow throat,
squirm while it morphs amongst the stomach acids –
the writhing innards tucked away within your hollow corpse.
And your guts splatter,
spilling upon and tainting the land,
left for maggots to feast on.
For your eyes have glazed over,
your heart has rotted away –
picked upon by buzzards.
They are parading through the condemned streets,
with your shroud held high above their heads.
For their feeble fingertips,
are dripping derangement’s wax upon your spine.
You are left at the mercy of a hooded monster’s savage
hands.
Running towards a hope that never existed,
you are merely a number.
This is the exorcism of helpless souls,
you have entered insanity’s reign.

Amative Repose

2007-11-27T12:58:00.000-05:00

Has your begrudging view cast itself upon that angelic form wading before us?
For I assure you that set of blessed eyes are fixated on no other but myself.
The figure gracing this affair with the utmost visible delight,
is indeed my beloved –
That twilight stranger whom you see,
is the one who has established dwelling within my reeling thoughts.
That soul has granted me with the most amorous devotion,
a lover could possibly conjure.
That lovely spirit has settled within the perennial forests of my mind.
The sweet savor of confection on one’s sensible lips,
the quivering palms that are tucked hastily away in pockets,
are stimulated by the mere sight of my darling.
For my dearest is capable of arising the vivacious sun,
from the bleakest corners of the world.
Able of coaxing the sunset to remain everlasting,
the horizons to rest forever broadened.For every mortal’s dream is standing before us,
just swaying melodically alone, beneath the solemn moonlight.
Envied by all I shall be.
Every being yearns to traipse one’s fingertips upon my lover’s cheek,
my beloved’s fancy is coveted by all.
But their hunger shall never subside,
never will I, (even ever so faintly),
stir the thought of departing my love.
That astonished beauty is no other’s but my own,
simply for my indulgence.
Thus the sole purpose to my perpetual slumber.
To eternally preserve my lover and I,
to keep us distant from humanity’s covetous grasp.
Embracing one another evermore.
Lying in fields of elation and exemption.
Aware that we shall never wake…

Pulse

2007-10-18T20:14:00.000-04:00

Take my hand, for I shall lead you to deserted lands.
Watch me as I cramp the style of reality.
Come mellow down next to me within this ignorance.
Keep a crooked smile as we caper about knee-deep in contempt.
Allow me to guide you to a place where agony and deception collide.
To a place where transparence is a language spoken among all.
A place where tainted blood trickles from virgin ears.
The trough at which parasitic love affairs feed from.
Where innocence is siphoned from futile veins by the fingertips of filth.
A spot that is acknowledged for the aftertaste of fresh defeat,
stimulated by the torrid kiss of death.
The decomposition of tongues,
masked behind the lips of demise.
The vastness of hostility’s appetite,
licks the tears pooled together
to form that of apathy upon your face.
Jagged fangs that ferociously puncture
through pitiful souls,
shredding them apart.
Will you join me my fair,
to venture the cold chambers of your heart?
Take my hand, for I shall lead you to deserted lands…

Frozen Facade

2007-09-13T18:05:00.000-04:00

The bitterness of this amorous conflict

Has managed to allow my movements to become frozen

It has permitted the chambers of my soul to become solid

But yet transparent all the more

It feels as though we are intertwined together

Tangled up in this madness, trapped in time

Just a breath apart

A heartbeat away

From bliss

Yet a footstep next to disaster

My being has been permanently rested right before you

Left to gaze into your eyes

Knowing that never once will you turn

To peer into mine

Trapped within the forsaking ice

Kept captive by the daunting ways of reality

I could only yearn

That time would hold us hostage

For all of eternity

I may only wish that forever lasted longer

Than it has previously been acknowledged to

For we would never have had to face

Our closure

Your departure

My failure

Never once would we be taunted by the juvenile ways

The past selfishly offers

Stuck, still, moments stopped

Just placed there to bask in

Dangling before my eyes

Saved from the vain ticks of the clocks' hands

The fleeting hours

The pulsing memories dancing in my thoughts

For there would be nothing

Not anything at all

Simply each other

Together

Stranded alone in a sea of ecstasy - misery..

Frenzy

2007-09-06T16:52:00.000-04:00

Ice melts

Cascades calmly down my forehead

Finds tainted salvation within my barren eyes

Forms alliances with the make up that creeps

Creeps slowly down my face

In identical nonchalant fashion

Words sprawled out across the silence

Swallowed by the white noise

Sounds, tones - sanity's opposition everywhere

Tempting, teasing, tickling my senses

As you all watch in spite of yourselves

For you are drawn to the way my heart beats in rhythm

With this chaos

How my mind ticks alongside with this catastrophe

Reality selfishly offers

Simply out of obligation, blissful perfection, total deception

Lips parted, my transparent words rapidly escaping

Emotions towards other evaporated

As if I am mocked by the hands of time

Taunted by the lucid ways of life

Watch me, the lost naive child

Pondering my mere existence

All the while becoming more fixated upon the glow of the flashing lights

Allow me to introduce myself as your fascination

I'm said to be graced heavily with brilliance, intellect, and a bit of contempt

But you will never truly understand madness

Until you slip into my skin.

Long Gone

2007-08-28T12:31:00.000-04:00

No, I will not savor your every word

Nor will I cherish every moment we share

I will not hang on the edge of your presence

Or wither away in your embrace

I refuse to look you in the eyes

Or dry the tears that fall from them

Because the last I remember, was it not I who brought them about?

Was it not I who caused you "excruciating pain"

I have finally approached my nerve's end

I give the credit for my quick arrival to you

But nothing more will you recieve

You deserve a life of emptiness and dissapointment

You are not capable of holding my head

Above these drowning waters

You are unable to shield my heart

From betrayl's infuriating motives

I am tearing down our once beautiful threshold

One wooden plank at a time

Setting fire to it all

Watching the reflection of its glowing flames

In my unrested eyes

Then selling the ruins for face value

Let the wind blow the last remnances of ash away

Look on as I make a mess of my life

And blame your selfish ways

I will take this truck

With all of our past times and loving words exchanged

And drive off into the blue horizon

So you can forget my name

A Lover's Torture

2007-08-26T14:37:00.000-04:00

This knife's blade seems so appealing now,
I am captivated by it's defined capabilities.
May I stab you in the spine, such as you have done unto me?
May I watch your blood gush and then wash the windows with it?
Will you give me the honor to watch this silver bullet's reflection in your emotionless eyes?
To look on as the cold lead punctures into your empty heart?
Can I force your head under the water and hold you until your corpse sinks and disappears into the abyss?
May I set fire to your threshold with my faded love's flame?
So you can feel its warmth and see the vibrance it once possessed?
Can I wrap my hardened hands around your throat I've kissed amorously a thousand times?
While you gasp for breath as I once did all the nights I cried for what seemed like forever... over you.
Kiss my venomous lips as you are hypnotized by my alluring eyes.
Allow me to suck every ounce of life from you, and inhale your last breath.
Let me adorn your tears and wear your blood as my attire.
Give me the permission to take you away without a trace.
Away from this world, this reality.
And as you beg and plead upon my mercy's behalf, may the profession of your love unto me be your last words...

Escalation

2007-08-26T13:24:00.000-04:00

You make my senses go into overdrive.

You then walk away,

Leaving me to keep up the pace.

You return eventually,

But only to turn them off completely.

This switch is slowly beginning to rust away,

Every time you lay your gentle hands upon it.

As it sparks and malfunctions,

You give up in vain and frustration.

But let me ask you,

May I ride your emotions like a roller coaster?

Can I use your affections like that of a faucet?

Can I throw your feelings into the fire,

I prefer to call reality.

As you have done unto me countless times.

Would you like me to profess my love for you tonight,

But act in the mannerism of hatred tomorrow?

Do you want me to praise you in this hour,

and forget you the next?

Or would you rather me hang onto this thread,

this thread you've left me to dangle upon?

Would you like me to follow you like the bible,

and worship you like a god?

Never ceasing my feelings no matter how much yours fade?

Would it make you happy if I left your Kodak picture- of a life?

To enable it to be ignorant bliss?

Or to stay

Just so your life has an ounce of imperfection?

Would it bring a smile to your face,

If I told you that you are beautiful?

Or would is only distance you farther from me?

Does it warm your heart,

knowing I'd give anything to hold you for eternity?

Are you haunted by the memories of our past

Just as much as I?

Do you feel guilt when you see my face?

Or hear me whisper "I love you" in fear you will overhear?

Do you get chills,

When you read the thousands of letters and proclamations,

I've written to you?

Do you realize what you do -to me?

You play with my heart and mind,

As if it were a game.

Well all toys break my love,

Take that as a warning.

For I will love you today my darling,

But there is no telling if I will tomorrow.

Ultimate Sacrifice

2007-08-26T13:08:00.000-04:00

Hold your breath,

Close your eyes,

Feel the bitter wind slice across your pale face.

Dream that you are roaming amongst the heavens,

When your true surroundings resemble hell.

Notice how the sun commits itself behind the dark clouds,

How all the color is swallowed by an intimidating layer of fog.

Awake your senses to the roar of the crowd,

Pleads from the victims.

As the chaos intensifies itself to an unbearable peak,

Stand within this mass of people.

Turn your attention towards this broken stage.

Watch as I approach the gallows of suffering and sacrifice.

Notice my worn hands,

As they are bound to this stake.

See how my veins are severed in half.

My ankles,

How they have been tied and stapled,

To this wretched wooden plank.

I have been beaten and stripped - from my attire and pride.

Lead the standing ovation,

as they mount a crown of barbed wire atop my head.

See the pained expression within my eyes.

Embrace the dagger you thrust into my heart,

For by your hands I yearn to die.

When the blood cascades,

From my every pore,

Will you wince in remorse?

Or merely smile in accomplishment?

I have given myself,

In spite of your sins.

For all of suburbia will rest in peace tonight.

As the fires dim to embers,

Like my being to ash.

Know this has always been for you.

As the dust settles,

And the crowd thins,

Leaving you standing alone in the cold.

Think of me,

My last words uttered,

And my memory.

For you are the true victim

of this urban crucifixion.

And when the moon appears again,

And the stars continue to shine.

Let that be an eternal sign

That you have forever been forgiven.

Phantasy

2007-08-12T21:42:00.000-04:00

You're standing there alone,

Wind whispering in your ears.

For you are at peace,

With yourself and the sky.

Your eyes have no distinct shade,

but that of depth- reason.

As the ominous clouds allow a mere ray of sunshine to dote upon you,

it appears as though you were created with far more passion and skill.

Far more than any other mortal placed upon this earth.

Almost as if you are not a mortal at all.

An angel, a divine spirit that graces this world...and me, with your presence.

But the reality is- you are not an angel, nor a kin of satan.

You are the possessor of my heart,

The bandit who has stolen my words.

You reside in my dreams and lighten my soul.

The smile my lips adorn,

The hope within my eyes,

It is all you.

Angelic Rose

2007-07-16T16:25:00.000-04:00

Why, could it be that a fair such as you has acknowledged me?

How is it possible? For those as ravishing as yourself shall reside among the heavens.

Those as serene as you shall converse amongst the angels, receiving affections from that of God himself.

I gaze at you from afar, at your stunning presence and sigh snatching essence.

Your hair falls voluptuously upon your angelic face, as your scarlet lips tempt me in every way imaginable and your hazel kissed eyes set beautifully all below what appears to be a halo above your being.

For you alone, possess more beauty than any mortal has ever glanced upon.

More than any sun's setting or rise.

More than any season's unique vibrance, than any song's melodic tone, or any wind's soft whisper.

Your elegance exceeds farther than any ocean's depth or sky's length.

For you are that of a heavenly angel that has enlightened my existence in a matter of mere moments...

Surrender

2007-07-16T16:21:00.000-04:00

Nora,

Are you happy now? Are you satisfied with no words exchanged? Tell me, how does it feel to tear someone in millions of lifeless pieces? What is it like watching someone die right before your eyes? Did this ever mean anything to you? Have you ever cared? Or was this all a lie? I can see right through your failed attempts to converse with me. I am capable of seeing past your plastic emotions and fake smiles. You turn this conspiracy against me, acting as if I am fit to be punished. But on what account? How have I wronged you so?

How is your nocturnal slumber faring? For your evenings now seem quite occupied with haunting my dreams. Why do you express resentment toward my affections? Where does all your hatred reside? Is it within your heart perhaps? Does it dwell in the darkest shadows of your impaled soul? I watch it eat away at you adamently. It saddens me deeply to see you go this way.

For you remind me of a joker. You are a lover of pointless games and superficial disguises. For you use both recklessly in your life of charades. All I see when I glance upon you is regret, pity. For I feel remorse on your behalf. I am sorry you are forced to look at your reflection everyday. I apologize that you must bleed the tainted blood that flows through your shallow veins. You are that of satan's kin, mothered by misery and kissed selfishly by pain. You feed upon the hope of the helpless, the wounds of the beaten, and the luck of the damned.

You are not worthy of anything other than sorrow and dissappointment. You shall breathe and exist amongst the company of morose. You deserve wilted flowers and broken promises, crucified love and ressurrected loathe. You have stabbed me for the last time...

-Kat

Killer I

2007-07-16T14:43:00.000-04:00

Run...as fast as you can.

Run...for if not, they're sure to ruin your plans.

They read your thoughts...crush your dreams.

Drink your sanity.

They taste your blood...swim in your tears.

Bathe in your spontanity.

They kick you when you're down...shoot you when you're up.

They are immune to pain...deaf to screams.

Your pleads for mercy will never be enough.

They are everywhere, poisonous to everyone.

The eyes kill..

After all

2007-07-15T14:45:00.000-04:00

Maybe I was mistaken, maybe I was wrong.

Perhaps unto me your heart never did belong.

Maybe this was all just a very bad dream.

Perhaps this mirage has tasted victory from its schemes.

Maybe your tears formed like lighter fluid on my intentions.

Perhaps the vibrant flames cradled your attention.

Maybe your embrace originated from the hands of obligation.

Perhaps your being fancied the feel of false sensations.

Maybe our souls were never meant to be mates.

Perhaps our spirits are destined to separate fates.

Maybe we were supposed to let our bond fall.

Perhaps you never really loved me after all...