August 25, 2009
Only the Floor Changed
The darkness of the day settled again. He sat there waiting for the lights of the den to dim. Blood rushing to his face as he slithers across the room. "You don't know what it's like, but you will soon". A tingle up his his spine as retribution approaches. Graceful movements towards his freedom like the flames of lit torches. Slow and steady as his fingers constrict the blade. "hold still brother. Soon your guilt and my pain will fade". Flashes of red cover their eyes as a life comes crashing down. His body so frantic as ever for what he felt was so profound. The only thing that changed was the color of the ground. The coward slithered away without comfort or even a remorseful sound. Instead he poured guilt into a pool of blame that would soon make him drown. If it's blame you use, then it's nothing you'll find. It might feel good now, but only for as long as you can stand to hide. Just take a look at yourself and get back on track because revenge is for the cowards who run from themselves and never look back.
August 23, 2009
Don't Stop
"Don't Stop" he says.
Your worlds crashing. He has no idea what's happening, but he tells me to keep hacking?
Don't Stop
A hurricane of thoughts through my mind.They are not good, or fine, but they're mine and I wish to keep them confined.
Don't Stop
This storm is caged in my mind. I feel like I'm doing time. I'm going crazy inside, but somehow how this phrase makes me feel fine for the time.
Don't Stop
I just wanna quit. There will be no fit. I'm just tired of it, but I'm just going to bottle it up till it hits the tip.
Don't Stop
Just face it, replace it, and find a way to embrace it. Our lives our lived on shoelaces, and you can't handle looking at anymore concerned faces. Don't stop, don't stop, and don't forget your traces. Don't stop believing and you'll be the one who makes it.
Your worlds crashing. He has no idea what's happening, but he tells me to keep hacking?
Don't Stop
A hurricane of thoughts through my mind.They are not good, or fine, but they're mine and I wish to keep them confined.
Don't Stop
This storm is caged in my mind. I feel like I'm doing time. I'm going crazy inside, but somehow how this phrase makes me feel fine for the time.
Don't Stop
I just wanna quit. There will be no fit. I'm just tired of it, but I'm just going to bottle it up till it hits the tip.
Don't Stop
Just face it, replace it, and find a way to embrace it. Our lives our lived on shoelaces, and you can't handle looking at anymore concerned faces. Don't stop, don't stop, and don't forget your traces. Don't stop believing and you'll be the one who makes it.
And the Thunder Rolls
The splatter against everything. The calamity of light and sound.Nothing is the same but refuge can be found.
Through the darkness, explosions will be seen. A crash cuts through the air. One that can't be fathomed, or gleaned. It's beautiful, and a fiend, but if it isn't seen it cant fulfill its purpose or its dreams.
Now it's faded and all that's left is the roar. You can leave your refuge, dance in the rain, and be scared no more.
Through the darkness, explosions will be seen. A crash cuts through the air. One that can't be fathomed, or gleaned. It's beautiful, and a fiend, but if it isn't seen it cant fulfill its purpose or its dreams.
Now it's faded and all that's left is the roar. You can leave your refuge, dance in the rain, and be scared no more.
The Lighthouse
On this voyage of thick and blue, I find myself not knowing my destination; not a clue.
I've hit waves, tsunamis, and hurricanes and the one thing I could always see clearly was you.
without a compass, or map I let the wind push me where it wants me. I wonder when the next your beam of light will bring me to safety.
Days and nights pass and finally land appears. The sun beams warm my face, but it won't be untill nightfall when I place my feet on its piers.
The sun falls as i follow the tide. I turn to land and the beam of light warms me inside. "I'm home. no more running. nowhere els to hide."
I've hit waves, tsunamis, and hurricanes and the one thing I could always see clearly was you.
without a compass, or map I let the wind push me where it wants me. I wonder when the next your beam of light will bring me to safety.
Days and nights pass and finally land appears. The sun beams warm my face, but it won't be untill nightfall when I place my feet on its piers.
The sun falls as i follow the tide. I turn to land and the beam of light warms me inside. "I'm home. no more running. nowhere els to hide."
Make Your Move
"Up two spaces"
The front line marches without leaving any traces.
This side against that side; tick goes the clock. When you are put between a rock and a hard place do you give it all you've got?
Straight ahead or up and around, which placement do you take? We don't forgive or forget just wait until the landscape becomes our destructive fate.
Ride your horse as far as you can or strike high from your towers. The only stipulations given is seek and devour.
Battle strategies, what does it all mean? Are you going to choose wisely when your in check?
Your seconds slip away like a thief in the night, but when you tap out was the move made right?
King vs. Queen; mind vs. trap. Not knowing where they've been, pawns falling at the tip of a hat.
A throbbing beat from your chest as you find yourself running from fate. You can cry, plea, and rant to th board, but your only response will be "check and mate."
The front line marches without leaving any traces.
This side against that side; tick goes the clock. When you are put between a rock and a hard place do you give it all you've got?
Straight ahead or up and around, which placement do you take? We don't forgive or forget just wait until the landscape becomes our destructive fate.
Ride your horse as far as you can or strike high from your towers. The only stipulations given is seek and devour.
Battle strategies, what does it all mean? Are you going to choose wisely when your in check?
Your seconds slip away like a thief in the night, but when you tap out was the move made right?
King vs. Queen; mind vs. trap. Not knowing where they've been, pawns falling at the tip of a hat.
A throbbing beat from your chest as you find yourself running from fate. You can cry, plea, and rant to th board, but your only response will be "check and mate."
The Eternal Flower
Like a sun ray breaking the horizon, your touch gives hope. In the midst of winter, your delicate stare imbues me with the warmest coat.
The patience we are holding sets the soul on fire, but the game we play creates unspeakable, unknowable desire.
Now the fires burning and it makes your touch home and your words erase my mind and sends me to a paradise to which I'm prone.
Days, months, and years will pass, but none touches the fire or your beauty. Shackled and chained to your voice and yet my mind still grants you purity.
Arguments, fights, and and late nights that lead to flowers to stop the dread, but the one thing that will never change is the flower we've grown will never be dead.
The patience we are holding sets the soul on fire, but the game we play creates unspeakable, unknowable desire.
Now the fires burning and it makes your touch home and your words erase my mind and sends me to a paradise to which I'm prone.
Days, months, and years will pass, but none touches the fire or your beauty. Shackled and chained to your voice and yet my mind still grants you purity.
Arguments, fights, and and late nights that lead to flowers to stop the dread, but the one thing that will never change is the flower we've grown will never be dead.
Crash
People Crash.
Abruptly, inevitably, and it cause us to clash.
Our walls our built , but yet we think our hands are as smooth as silk.
People Crash.
Unnoticed connections made everyday because our cover predetermines our man made of clay.
People Crash.
We feel our hands and find rocks, so now we wonder what tools are needed to make the walls drop.
People Crash.
Abruptly, inevitably, and it cause us to clash.
Our walls our built , but yet we think our hands are as smooth as silk.
People Crash.
Unnoticed connections made everyday because our cover predetermines our man made of clay.
People Crash.
We feel our hands and find rocks, so now we wonder what tools are needed to make the walls drop.
People Crash.
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