Words; an unsheathed blade

The Grace of Falling

“You’ve sent many sentiments to a stranger’s ears I’ve heard, my last friend.”

“And through which slit have you heard of such, surely not the lips of a fellow. For you should know me as I have you, my sentiments are poured to paper and in it lay a cursive unrelenting conscience.”

“Those hands may have only stained your perceived canvas, but your art though misunderstood has been through words. You’ve crafted many portraits with those.”

“My friend, you accuse me for the sins of the misfortunate. I’m no saint, never have been. They were young and beautiful as sins should be, committed through the youth of mind no less.”

“Your letters glisten like blades, as always. But you, you’ve fallen like that of an angel tearing the shackles of oppressed wings.”

“Wings that are good for everything but flight, it is enough. For it is the grace of falling, not the falling from grace that should be enamoured. These blades of mine, I have given many.”

“Neither of them wield it as they should.”

“None ever will. I’ve said my peace, now deliver it.”

“Farewell then, you shall have it and I shall have none.”

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A sorrow as artistic as the canvas that lay waste to forevers.

From The Portrait To The Artist

 

She will awake in the break of summer dawn,
Upon the shimmer of crimson rays.
I will not be there,
I must not be there.

Without a glimpse of her face,
Nor the bidding of a farewell.
With only the love that wells upon my heart,
Bearing regret like an infernal flame.

I have committed an unpardonable sin.
What have I done to her innocent soul?
Something grislier than murder,
Something filthier than rape.

And you called me picture perfect,
But was I just a simple defect.
Contempt.
Contempt.
Contempt.

I sleep,
For there is no peace in rest for me.
The one who sullied her love,
The one who tormented her thoughts.

I sleep,
Mindful of her betrayed heart.
Bathed in thawed ice,
Netted in the nightmare of my sins.

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Today a daughter will hug her father and ask when’s Jesus is coming back.

Cause the mirror see’s of us, which we dusted off in all our lust.

Cupid’s Gotta Have Another Arrow

 

And this incessant exhaustion of my heart,
Longs for a deeper consequence.
The undying scent of dissonance of our depart,
That lingers the hopes of every lover,
That sings itself into our final hour.

Cause they could see us but not you and me,
In their words we would sing along to.
Dance till the night outcasts the moon,
And with that we’ll all be covered in blue.
But could we write another song,
Or did cupid get it all wrong.

Cause we’ve seen enough stars to know,
The lies that hang beneath them.
But are we worth all whats to follow,
There are still the hopes of every lover,
That sings us into our final hour.

Cause they could see us but not you and me,
In their words we would sing along to.
Dance till the night outcasts the moon,
And with that we’ll all be covered in blue.
But could we write another song,
Or did cupid get it all wrong.

And this incessant exhaustion of my heart,
Longs for a deeper consequence.
But can we hold on to a faith,
That is tangible enough to tug onto these strings.
Well cupid needs a gun,
This arrow doesn’t hit hard enough.

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Back from stoning hiatus DD:

In silent regret, where I’ll have it as that.

A Little Less Than Hopeless

This is the faint scent of regret,
As the gravity of romance pries our hands apart.
Leaving an aftertaste on our lips,
That seems to accentuate a moment that slipped.
Now you tipped off the lights,
And let the blinding night shadow over us.
As you paint purple fears in my head,
That cursed the times I’d miss you instead.

Cause I’m leaving traces on you in every consonant that I said,
Stressed out the vowels in words that meant I’m afraid.
Then you left with the countenance of an apology,
And I wished you to be alright without me.
Just so you’ll never hear me confess.
But I’ll only be a little less than hopeless.

As I count words of good intent,
The letters that made them sentences you left bent.
Into a note that you had yet cast,
But I guessed I snagged on a shade too fast.
So I’ll turn on the radio,
And hope you don’t hear my voice clinching the stereo.
But I’m hearing yours in a place within my head,
And how I wish that it would stay dead.

Cause I’m leaving traces on you in every consonant that I said,
Stressed out the vowels in words that meant I’m afraid.
Then you left with the countenance of an apology,
And I wished you to be alright without me.
Just so you’ll never hear me confess.
But I’ll only be a little less than hopeless.

And we’ll wait for that lover’s song,
Cover our eyes as we prayed a little too long.
Cause the song’s not coming and we wanted,
To hope for something we knew has departed.

Cause I’m leaving traces on you in every consonant that I said,
Stressed out the vowels in words that meant I’m afraid.
Then you left with the countenance of an apology,
And I wished you to be alright without me.
Just so you’ll never hear me confess.
But I’ll only be a little less than hopeless.

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Waiting for Go Radio’s new album, aAaaAAAAAa.

Find the rhyme in my every line.

The Goodnight Song

The stars hang above my room,
Swaying into a silent breeze.
The moon calls upon your name,
As my tears fall upon the chasm of reality.
I hear myself singing to my reflection.

Now can you tell who’s this song about,
As I sing these lines out.

Everyone’s in love tonight,
As they listen desperately to the pallette of stars.
Who’s to say everyone was us?
If I needed another another hand,
Would you tell you’d be the one to mend.
Cause it gets lonely,
It gets lonely when I sing myself to sleep.
And as this dream dissolves into the morning sun,
Do you know who I’d dreaming of?

As it may in every constellation,
They say that the night’s buckling.
The clouds sheathed in its essence.
As I hide another mirror into my drawer.
I hear myself singing to my reflection.

Now can you tell who’s this song about,
As I sing these lines out.

Everyone’s in love tonight,
As they listen desperately to the pallette of stars.
Who’s to say everyone was us?
If I needed another another hand,
Would you tell you’d be the one to mend.
Cause it gets lonely,
It gets lonely when I sing myself to sleep.
And as this dream dissolves into the morning sun,
Do you know who I’m dreaming of?

Sitting under the spilling light,
I’ll stay still.
I’ll stay till,
Our shadows converge tonight.

Sitting under the spilling light,
I’ll stay still.
I’ll stay till,
Our shadows converge tonight.

And as this dream dissolves into the morning sun,
Do you know what I’m dreaming of?
Forgiveness I pray,
Is what I’ll find here.
In the passing of yesterday,
I’m hoping it’s you dear.

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Life is like a relax only~

Back to the roots, up on that chimney with all that lovely soot.

 

Do You Even Know

You tore me asunder,
Left me nothing enough to plunder.
You told the lies,
But called me a liar.
Lit my cigarette to start the fire,
But hell’s not giving me enough pyre.

But do you even know,
That woven regrets are harder to mend.
Weeded gardens are still full of thorns.
Times move forward in every tick of your essence.
You’re saying you’re tired,
You’re sick of being jaded.
But do you even know,
Do you even know.

Waiting in the rain,
Longing for something i’ll never attain.
You told the lies,
But called me a liar.
It’s all me I’m the one to blame.
I scarred you into a corner of my veins.

But do you even know,
That woven regrets are harder to mend.
Weeded gardens are still full of thorns.
Times move forward in every tick of your essence.
You’re saying you’re tired,
You’re sick of being jaded.
But do you even know,
Do you even know.

And now you’re running back to me,
Saying you know,
You should’ve known.
That our story wouldn’t be a happily ever after.
After all.

But do you even know,
That woven regrets are harder to mend.
Weeded gardens are still full of thorns.
Times move forward in every tick of your essence.
You’re saying you’re tired,
You’re sick of being jaded.
But do you even know,
Do you even know.

Do you even know.

-

MP is ending woots, but all these contemporary festivities had me a aftertaste I hope I wouldn’t regret.

Orphaned Hearts, Tragic Philosophies.

Trust Is Another Word To Tell You, I Just Haven’t Caught You Yet

We gave up forever pretending,
Cigarette ashes were that of a phoenix,
And with that would rise from the flames.
I guess we realised for the second time,
That our breaths were clouded in the smokes of yesterdays.
So stop looking at me with those bloodshot puffy eyes.

Does these tequila kisses seem so wrong,
As we fall into another line of this drunken song,
A shot of it again, another toast for the pain.

I’ll never sing another word for you again,
Oh, I’ve given up, given up.
I’ll never write another song for you again,
Oh, I’ve woken up, woken up.
Oh god you’ve me on my knees,
Just keep this nightmare alive.

Let’s get our sanity back in check,
Do you hear me I’ve got mine on the wall,
These are shortcomings of our broken hearts.
I guess we realised for the second time,
That our breaths were clouded in the smokes of yesterdays.
So stop looking at me with those bloodshot puffy eyes.

Well Johnny’s got me walking the night long,
As we fall into another line of this drunken song,
A shot of it again, another toast for the pain.

I’ll never sing another word for you again,
Oh, I’ve given up, given up.
I’ll never write another song for you again,
Oh, I’ve woken up, woken up.
Oh god you’ve me on my knees,
Just keep this nightmare alive.

We’re tangled in this drunk romance,
Our love’s all lost in this dance.
Now you got me singing this in past tense.

So I know trust was just another word,
To say I just haven’t caught you yet.
I’m raising my glass for this final breakthrough.

I’ll never sing another word for you again,
Oh, I’ve given up, given up.
I’ll never write another song for you again,
Oh, I’ve woken up, woken up.
Oh god you’ve me on my knees,
Just keep this nightmare alive.

This’ll be the last song for you,
This is the epilogue we never wanted.
So I’ll sing now the last two words of this song.
I’m gone.

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Gahh major project is killing me, not of its workload of course. But the constant realization that I’m a lazy ass who’s unwilling to do things till the last minute. Oh well just a few more months till graduation, hope conscience provides enough servitude till then. THE HORRORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Have my mind as a keepsake, so I’ll never know when I’m gonna lose it.

The Flames Of A Reverie

The clock sings a reprieve,just pretend it’s time.
Cause it’s easier to believe, nothing in this mime.
So darling, goodnight and goodbye.
You’re lighting the match tonight.

Now strike a match to my paper heart,
Watch me burn, watch and learn.
Don’t run we’re already set the fire,
Lashes to ashes, lust to dust.
We’re engulfed in the same desire.

We’re still lost in this reverie, tell me it’s time.
This is nothing short of eerie you’ve lost your mind.
So darling, goodnight and goodbye.
You’re igniting the spark tonight.

Now strike a match to my paper heart,
Watch me burn, watch and learn.
Don’t run we’re already set the fire,
Lashes to ashes, lust to dust.
We’re engulfed in the same desire.

I must be a masochist,
And you the sadist.
So when you think this is turning molten,
Look how far we’re gotten.
We’re still hanging on,
Though the flame’s all gone.

Now strike a match to my paper heart,
Watch me burn, watch and learn.
Don’t run we’re already set the fire,
Lashes to ashes, lust to dust.
We’re engulfed in the same desire.

So darling,
Goodnight and goodbye.

-

Been too lazy past few weeks. >: AAaaaAAaaaa

Past dialogues; Present monologues

The Flight Of A Crow

We strode through the snow clustered streets as any other,
We talked about everything and anything I never had.
With empty smiles plastered upon our faces,
She was the same seeming cheerful,
Always kind and painfully carefree.
Not wanting to lean upon anyone,
She let off another unconscious facade.
She has the same look in her eyes,
That of sorrow in depths of emptiness.
Occassionally tinged with longing loneliness.
The only conscience she can’t hide beneath her mask.

“You know, I wished these days would never end.
Tomorrow wouldn’t call upon the moon.
The day after would shun the bellow of the crow.”

“What of memories?
What of dreams?
If you only lived on the planes of the present.
I would’ve crumbled into the ages.
I live to honour the past.
You to hold a certain future.
Angels form their feathers as do crows.
Thats our difference.”

“Then what of me?
Have I made that difference?
I may have wings but I can’t hold them in flight.”

“My wings are heathen.
Torn and charcoal, I am not worth.”

“You haven’t answered.”

“I already did.”

“Then I’ll stay and shed my wings.
Feathers to replace tears.
Arms will take their place.
And they’ll be around you the moment,
You look like you are now.”

“I am not…”

“You are.
I have no memories before you,
And that future you spoke of.
It’s here, right here.”

“A woman who couldn’t recognise herself in the mirror,
A woman who marks her own death date on the calendar.
I’m an afternoon moon.
The only luminant the crows can’t apprehend.
Are you content with just that?”

“I’m speaking with the only one I can.
What more could one be content for?”

-

As much as my prayers to God,
My answers portrayed a scythe.
Maybe heaven’s further than hell than I thought.
The reaper must’ve heard the desperation in my sentiments.
And he was kind enough to relieve it the only way he knows how.

How many years has it been?
Every chime a lapse of distinctive reminscience.
I wonder which part of my memory will fade first.
Her image?
Her voice?
Her sunset silhouette?
But still I’m smiling,
I guess that part of her I’ll always relapse.
Into the sun as the morning blooms,
Beauty as the path on the river in the moonlit gloom.
Burning into my senses,
I took a drag on my cigarette.
Watch as the summer breeze dissipate the wiff above me,
As do angels,
On the flight of a crow.

You hold your liquor, I’ll hold my breath.

 

You Damn Sure Know What This Song Is Really About

He’s strolling down heartbreak boulevard,
Where the vines bloom in shallow gloom.
And he’s whispering to a collage of broken hearts.
Shh.. Stay quiet, stay close, don’t fear.
He should’ve just skipped this part.

Oh champagne starlet,
You’re so deadly violet.
With a poison tongue,
An imaginary kiss.
You had me lovestrung.

And now you know I knew it all along,
That the name scarred upon your chest isn’t mine.
Our love may just be beating on overtime, but still
Shh.. Stay quiet, stay close, don’t fear.
I should’ve just skipped this part.

Oh champagne starlet,
You’re so deadly violet.
With a poison tongue,
An imaginary kiss.
You had me lovestrung.

So won’t you at least let me know its time,
And with it everything’ll be fine.
Cause even if you chose to be gone.
Spare me four to sing you this one last fucking song.

Let me know you hear it,
Let me know you fucking love it.
I’m choking on tears and you know it.
You said all you wanted was a happy ending,
All I sang was it to be neverending.

Let me know you hear it,
Let me know you fucking love it.
I’m choking on tears cause you know I can’t hold it.

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