February 2012
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Will You Be There?
I don’t know where you are, but someday I hope to find myself next to you.
When it shall be my time to dim my lights and fall into eternal sleep, may my precious soul find its way to yours to keep.
Will I find you?
Will you be there as I drift away?
No longer bound to flesh, but freed into the realm of spirits, into the place where all things meet…will you be there?
I...
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In The Darkness...
In the darkness, where you say you are,
do you cry with the hopes of a pain to be diminished,
or in the acceptance that you must endure this pain for all the life you have left to live?
In the darkness, where you say you are,
do you seek revenge upon those which have caused you unholy damnation,
for have they so luridly destroyed your high pride?
In the darkness, where you say you are,
do...
January 2012
3 posts
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Me and you? We’re just different now. The air is different…but I swear sometimes I close my eyes and I can smell the summer breeze…the way it used to smell as I walked beside you and we dreamed big dreams like the childish little creatures we were. But my eyes, they open again, and I’m here, in this place of frozen dreams and memories that just weren’t meant to be. No...
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I like to see you, I like to see you there,
Your face before me, Staring here,
Right into me, Into this flawed soul,
Of certain uncertainties and whimsical love stories.
I like to see you here,
Right here before my eyes, Where there’s no ever escaping me.
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I Feel You.
I feel you,
Under my skin,
Like a parasite ready to deliver its kin.
I feel you,
On the surface,
Like the indulgence of the cool sea upon my flesh.
I feel you,
Deep within,
Burning me like you burn the wood on a cold Winter’s night.
I feel you,
Deep within,
Reducing my insides as if it were a melting wax.
I feel you,
Dwelling in my place as if you belonged,
As if there were...
December 2011
5 posts
Erysimums: Tell me who you really areAnd who am... →
erysimums:
Tell me who you really are
And who am I?
But a dream, your dream
Or worse—
An unpleasant reality
Left all alone in thought
She thought, she thought.
Speak to me
Inside your head
Tell me you wish I was dead
Let’s be honest for a minute
I am your own monster
I caught you…
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"This Is Death," we said.
I remember all those times you said you were leaving,
didn’t matter if I was pleading or appeasing,
it was just about that time,
“This is death,” you said,
without a reason.
I looked into your eyes,
confessing all my weakness,
tried to keep us from dying,
but death was never fair,
and all those nights were hard to bear,
all those empty nights when you were no longer...
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Lightyears.
You ever see the lights flicker in your room as you take a deep pull from the blunt in your hands that you use like fuel to ignore the time passing by? So when your spark dies out there’s nothing left of what was, it just lies useless in its body, the same as when a living thing dies; and the time, it moves on, cuz time is more precious than those lights in your eyes and the soul you ignite...
November 2011
3 posts
“Ask the experimenters why they experiment on animals, and the answer is:...”
– Professor Charles R. Magel (1920)
quote found in my vegan zine of awesome (“The Frugal Vegan’s Spring and Summer Survival Guide.”) Buy one here. (via sherlocksblanket)
“Atrocities are not less atrocities when they occur in laboratories and are...”
– George Bernard Shaw (via thefrugalvegetarian)
October 2011
18 posts
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Death Is A Killer But Love Is The Winner.
In the darkness, where the demons thrive, what do you see that keeps you alive?
I see you in the night, so I close my eyes and become surrounded by light.
What if I’m not there, no longer in sight, and the monsters come and devour your life?
Would you do that? Would you leave me to die, no longer to thrive with the blood of all life?
I would have no choice, for the demons haunt me...
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Words As These, Do They Mean Anything?
We do not have a democracy, we have the illusion of one, and the people you all choose to elect are simply paid actors. Our government has long been bought out by corporations and our country has been robbed of true freedom. I don’t hate America, I hate the people that claim to “own” America and I despise the people who foolishly believe in the charade that is being played before...
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A Letter To My Dying Old Soul.
Death is inevitable.
Death is what makes one ponder the meaning of life, for if we lived forever, there would be no marvel, no gleaming light in your eyes when you feel your soul being captured, awed.
Would you simply wander endlessly, hoping to come upon a meaning to grasp? Is that not what you do everyday, when you realize that nothing you have or strive for really means a damn thing? I am not...
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Regret.
Let her rise from the dead and eat your fucking soul,
for the pain she inflicted should overbear your ruthless cold,
yet my chest rises in the night,
yearning in such despair for a touch so warm,
one I haven’t found or felt in all these lonely nights.
She’s coming through the veil,
to end the war,
and pierce your insides like you never knew you could feel,
so tell me...
“We often forget that we are nature. Nature is not...
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I've learned to close the book.
You taught me well,
when you took my leather into your hands,
and you skimmed my pages so easily,
and then burned me whole.
I’m burned but worthy,
yet those who read my pages will surely notice,
I’m incomplete,
and so perhaps their story is all I need.
But there’s a problem now -
No one can open me.
“I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there...”
– Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale (via thelibraryofminds)
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The glory of the morning arises as I rise. I sit up and clear the unnecessary thoughts from my mind and I look to the left where the window to the outside lies. I suppose its not much but I can see the street cats walking merrily, scavanging for the food that keeps their bodies alive. I sigh heavily, as reality overruns anything else, and brings forth all that I want to escape. Good morning.
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“We seldom realize, for example that our most private thoughts and emotions are...”
– Alan Watts (via lammy954)
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“Love destroys people.”
– Myself.
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It is the only way.
Prosperity comes not with ease,
but with perseverance.
When life shoots you with its gun,
you must dodge the bullet,
yet if flesh becomes torn,
you must intake the pain,
survive the heat.
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Neglection of a Masterpiece.
I’ve neglected my novel.
So much that I say things like, “I need my shower curtain.”
And those are words only I can comprehend without explanation,
for in them lie creations of thought, yet to be written,
yet to be drawn,
and now they’re gone…
All I have is this memory,
and I can say it serves me well,
only half of the time.
I’ll get it all back....
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“Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don’t...”
– James Frey, A Million Little Pieces (via definitelydope)
September 2011
16 posts
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Life goes on but the memories of all that you once loved are never erased. They make you wish you had a time machine, to go back into the most precious of moments and linger for as long as you’d like, basking in the glory of what was, or even doing some things differently. But we cannot alter time, and I say that is the saddest of lines…for there are things I must have done, must have...
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The Blight - A Recognition Of My Reality.
My life has been passing by as if there were no time, as if the time were an endless thought in another’s mind and I had no control over what is mine. Do I lie or have I simply lost my mind? I’ve lost all track of what is truth, what is light, and what is right - for darkness has overridden all of my might. Where does one go when there is no safe place to be all alone at night and the...
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Something Lovely.
He stared at the words, they were playing over and over in his head, for he had read them many times over, enough to simply stare, not read them. He couldn’t believe it had come to this point, where his heart had been caressed, and then ripped out and stomped on, and stuffed back into his chest in disassembled pieces. Nothing could have prepared him for the pain that he felt at this very...
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Tonight my soul has died,
It keeps the demons company.
The ones that have torn me up inside,
And stolen all I’ve loved in life.
For believers of a prophecy,
Pray my soul is released,
To your heavenly father,
The one I will not seek.
I roll with the devil in the fire red,
Ride into the night,
Where all my peoples dread the light,
My soul is dead tonight.
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My Resistance.
Love is a murderer,
and so here love cannot lie with me,
in peace.
What atrocities love may commit,
within me,
I fight with a hatred that emits the purity of chaos.
So may you ever love me,
just know,
that my love is filled with a venomous heat that no passion can ever defeat.
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Written in Leather.
When I wake up, as my self becomes conscious, all I see are hazy scenes. You know? Like the static on an old television screen…
Nothing I see is real, nothing is true. The only thing that truly exists in absolution is what I feel. Beyond that, are lies and restrictions.
The hardest thing to do in this callous world is to distinguish reality from illusion. And after consciousness is...
My sign is of the Earth,
But my heart,
It lies,
With the salty breeze of the ocean.
The Earth is hard,
It’ll break my fragile little bones.
The ocean succumbs me, makes me one,
Indulges me.
I’d drown in it,
The delicate ripples may rage,
But may I merge with the ocean,
Die in its angry waves.
All is fair in love and war,
But love is war,
Between heart and mind,
And all that is right.
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Can I hold you close? I'm so out of focus...
A fire has been burning out,
left to die in an ocean of tears,
that have been cried in abundance,
from loss of loving passion.
Yet I’d die to feel my burning passion,
with a kiss so romantic,
that may rekindle,
what has been turned to ashes.
I long to feel what I have felt before,
but the diminishing remnants are no longer enough,
but I wish that they were, with you,
so that I...
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My mind is dry,
I’ve had no luck in finding,
inspiring melodic,
words.