My Crimson SunsetA mushroom of sand, Puff of poison Shoots up from the ground The only cloud In this forsaken land.My Crimson Sunset
Shimmering torpedoes expose my soul As they plunge Black as coal, And collect like tears As silver as gold.
A crimson diamond Sours and flies, Shatters in a second And the last shard dies.
Forlorn in the sand With dullness it lies; No pain can I find, But in my heart as it cries.
Tell her I love her:
The one as beautiful As the fiery core Of her tears When I said farewell Und
The WaitThe Wait, in corridors cold, Squeaky-clean white And the heavy smell of detergent Supposed to seem fresh. Molded plastic chairs With uninteresting curves That make you stare and stare At them in tedium. Uncomfortable, make you wriggle Writhe and squirm, ‘Till the glares of passing doctors Install a sense of motionlessness Within you. Coloured lines have eternity And signs: what do they mean? ‘Neurology’? ‘Pathology’? Science fiction, I’m sure. Someone asks me to move, Unfelt murmur in my ear, But I doThe Wait
Self Harm?A scar, In silence drawn, Frothing. Attention sought? Don’t be a fool, Why cut and burn Behind closed doors, If interest, Recognition, Acceptance, Is wanted?Self Harm?
What thought Springs to mind When I say: Self-harm?
Disgust? Embarrassment? Are you repulsed? You are ignorant. Deceived. Unaware. Fool.
Learning for learning’s sake, It’s like Pain for pain’s sake.
A flicker of flame, The glint of a blade. Draw blood, Draw pain, Draw u
LonelinessLoneliness Is what you feel When you don't know who Your friends areLoneliness
Loneliness
Is where you live When you don't know where
You're going
Loneliness Is in your eyes When you don't know who You're seeing
Loneliness
Is when they lie When you don't know why They're deceiving
Loneliness Is what I feel And what I breathe
And what I see And what I taste
It's the sound of his voice
The warmth of his arms The blue in his eyes The blood in his veins
It's the
Forgotten EyesI trace a path through fading weeks to a lonely walk through rainy streets Bare feet the gutter rivers touchForgotten Eyes
The rain and tears fall far too much
I expect the fallen rain to take the shape of the icy grip of past mistakes
But beneath the crumbling concrete lies The warmth of footsteps ill-advised I know somewhere a stranger cries Lifting their gaze to clearing skies
These lies Are empty in the hopeful stare
of two forgotten eyes
Small Pilot
Story
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What if there's always cups in the sink, and
what if I'm not what you think I am?
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No I'm not sad/ And though I say nothing/ I want to talk./ I'm waiting for you to smile/ Then I'll smile too/ And we can begin./ Are you like me?/ Does it go on forever?/Waiting to smile?
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" There's a little black spot on the sun today... It's the same old thing as yesterday..." ~King of Pain (c) The Police 1983
[avatar by ~wolfbeanie]
Check out my story as well, if you like. Not half as good as a lot of things on DeviantArt, but I enjoy writing it.
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No I'm not sad/ And though I say nothing/ I want to talk./ I'm waiting for you to smile/ Then I'll smile too/ And we can begin./ Are you like me?/ Does it go on forever?/Waiting to smile?
I most definitely will! ...as soon as I have enough time. It could be today or sometime next month. But I will read that story.
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"We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl... year after year. Running over the same old ground...What have we found? The same old fears... Wish you were here." ~ Pink Floyd, Wish you were here
[avatar by ~wolfbeanie]
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Would you care to witness what is the product of the Bladesman's Mind?
I wish you luck with your marriage - I hope it turns out the best for you two! You seem like you deserve each other.
<3
By the way, I read some of your other stuff, and it sounds great!
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No I'm not sad/ And though I say nothing/ I want to talk./ I'm waiting for you to smile/ Then I'll smile too/ And we can begin./ Are you like me?/ Does it go on forever?/Waiting to smile?
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Would you care to witness what is the product of the Bladesman's Mind?
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