The darkness moved in … covering the sun. The event invaded the dreams of young and old. For years they lived in the world they'd grown to love. As time goes you tend to be content with the idea that you're screwed. Much was the amazement of the masses when spears of light vaporized the dark below. Enough to disrupt their stagnant demise, despite the greatness and purity of the sun they hid. They're skins white and streaked with blue veins cowered away for the cleansing. Change.
For years the events of the sun had been prophesied in the Laws of The Illumines. Dated in blood back to the days when man was none existent. The orange black outlin
Its attack! And abandonment
It's in vile redemption that you've coated with the mishap and mayhem of yesterday's news
Your vision despite insight forms careless hand puppets on the wall
Incident and fatality were to dead in head to recall
Count upon my caution to believe in the obvious
I have underestimated the components of your nature
Gee just my luck is it not… to thing of you like anything but
Complicated in your own trivial experience!
Its attack and abandonment!
But you don't see it that way
No one will ever see it that way
They see you in beauty and veil
Yet I see you in all that prevails, the same
Yet that mig
Chain to chain I'm linked to you and you to me.
In the reality of this statement, I was shown fault.
This impurity that carefully remained hidden,
In violet light stood out like the stains on your unclean sheets.
Silly fool, foolish child, you were never meant to know.
To know the audacity of your existence,
Or the beauty of red on snow.
For classic hours have caused this thought to bend
The bar of realities prison cell and fascist trends.
In delight freedom looks real,
But in de-dark I've controled what you feel.
So in fullish attempts to become whole I thought of my link to you.
I thought of the chains of society that hold
Cut to the bonds of broken wrists,
Broken lies to bloody clenched fists,
Awake to find the doubt in safe reading,
Which brings death closer to the preceding,
By birth your death is set,
So live with no regrets.
Never able to speak
Never able to say
All the things that I could
When he passes my way
Do i say something first?
Or let it pass me by
Should I really even care?
If I didn't it would be a lie
So as for making the first move
I'll move away
Nothing will turn out
If I stay
And should I decide to let him go
I'll just be one less person that he'll never know
The confidence of the already baffled state of mind
Depicted a less than truthful statement,
"It was I who said it first."
It was the maker and breaker that stopped the state-
Meant to be a follower but lead the way.
Meant to have insight but went astray,
Impeding the meaning of carelessness.
It was the start of the second based redness,
Blue on yellow with paper cuts, scarlet.
Light house in the remoteness far lit.
Far more redeemable than this
Was the endless unhappiness of unattainable bliss.
The cost of the alchemy of followers of lead
Gold in the heat but with kosher dry bled.
And the man that started this halfhear
The commotion from the night before
Massacred the endless surrealism
In two half's that clearly defined reality.
It's death was the residing state of hell,
Who callously scouted the last refuge of life.
On discovery, the massacre began.
Brains and thighs split in surreal equality
With thrusting from surrounding impurities.
A multiple orgasm in sophisticated, surreal, simplicity,
Defined the beginning of the nights massacre.
At the end the dead lay still.
Decay and maggots resided in the state of hell,
And silence was the last refuge of life.
It was death at my door late that night, with its talons and blood stained teeth anchored in my skin.
It was death at my door late that night, with its blood poisoning vile dripping from its teeth and seeping out of my wound.
It was death at my door late that night, who laughed at my disfigured body, stiff and cold on the floor.
It was death at my door late last night, who tore my flesh and left fresh blood on the door.
Your heart is stopped at the breath of his name. His Name on your lips let alone is enough to make you quiver. When you say his name it?s not the same. The way your alcohol is fussed through your veins is indescribable to the invisible ink that courses with the stroke of a brush over every curve of his name. Its not natural, but more physical bound and spiritual. As though drawn to him, your love or feeling is nurtured, nursed like a mother does a sick child, which is kept alive in the absent, then strengthened in the present. A calling not ever being defined by mans stupid attempts. A wanting. not of body, but of friendship. Not of touch but
In an instant he couldn?t feel his face, as hard as he had been hit he couldn?t get over the fact that he still loved her. She had stabbed him in the arm, hit him in the head and now she was on top of him caressing his head. He was still dazed when he realized that her face was inches away from his own. He could feel her breath on his lips then by his neck... then pain. How could it be?
He lay still as I bared my fangs and bit his neck. Such knowledge possessed by this man was almost overwhelming but short. He was dead long before I got to him. He had died the day he loved someone other than me. I left him lying next to the old oak barely al
Would you every sign something in blood? In your eyes I see I'm drowning in your mind of endless worries closing over me. Blood is life. Blood is what it is. Blood makes up all our lies. Blood is Blood. My life is what I have obtained, all lies. A suicide deranged inside. I can't say your name. I hide from pain. This is insane to me. I can't let you leave; I can't make you stay a while. I can?t keep your blood in me. The failure divides me. I'm falling. Catch me! I'm falling! But you can't catch me. I'm broken and you can?t save me, can't see me, can?t free me, I'm drowning. In a wink of an eye all you see will soon die. Clouded dreams of the
The Constant Aggression by teenage-crisis, literature
Literature
The Constant Aggression
The constant aggression of the utmost frailty invaded my consciousness, and consumed my failures to see the unveiled ferocity that penetrates my intimate and desecrated reality. The denial and congregation of mythological feeling pried open like a flesh wound infected and bleeding with maggots. The ambiguity did not disclose the feeling of abandonment or atonement of love. In the moment, did nothing portray the soul being exclusively then the statement ?I am alone, I am nothing.? I was callous to think of the foreboding nemesis as a subtlety that needs help or vocational understanding. ?Needs more time and care,? they said, much to the advant
Savor the last essence of a friendship as it turns sour and crumbles back to the dust in which it was formed, as angry fists fought in a battle over nothing. The tendency to feel the pain, the rush of triumph as pain is inflicted, and as you inflict it, yet as he crosses, you burn in tears to know that unintentionally he?s been hurt, pain inflicted, and you inflicted it. I cry. My tears are endless, as I hate my friends. She hides, so I prepare my arches, ready to shoot her down and kill her time of morn with hate, and absolute terror at the fact that I?m capable. I cry. My nose hurts. I can?t see as everything is in a haze. My nights and dre
Thrown on a rocky outcrop, left to the mercy of the birds. You say you love me yet leave me. You never cared in the first place. I?m sorry that it came down to this. I start to prepare now. You shall have what you want, and I wont bother with life now. Depression eats away and never repays debts, but in a sense it always does to meaningless bets. Opportunity strikes, but how blind was I not to see, that you shouldn?t have been the one to leave, it should have been me. I feel nothing for you now. I?ve blocked my every essence. I don?t want to talk to anyone, and its better that way isn?t it? See you around never can say when I?ll be back. Have
Even though some are bad, they will never leave us. They're always there behind old sheets, lost but not forgotten. All the emotion and feeling, like a bottle of wine's essence intensifies as time goes by.
Put your bleeding arm across me
And let your bleeding eyes consume me.
Take me to my death with screams of lifelessness, unrest.
Complete my dead to the rest of the world.
Love is just a horrible word
Cold callous things that I feel
Raised to me with hate reveled.
I'm dying and I'm growing old
Here. I'm lying on the floor
With dread and fear
I'm taking my last breath as something dear
I'm closing all my veins to you who?s near
I'm laughing at my silent bleeding blood
Bleeding the blood of petrified mortals held high above
The menacing Venus that sees what you do
Loss of my sanity and merciless in you!!!!
The gash in your arm is almost enticing. I love the intimacy between your blood and mine, but it is an illusion that has become the foundation of my vena cava. I love the warmth and aftertaste that your rich red blood gives me. You?re rambunctious yet radiant, but will never see the radiance of the sun in shine. Talk of shine and darkness as my love and life plummets in to the abyss. I meet you there in my dreams and visions, but your tongue hangs half out and the gargling blood in your lungs drowns your words as I drown in your blood and sorrow. Bleed friend bleed! I wont be here tomorrow yet today is done. Done in the world, done in my life
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well havent been up to much.. i update my xanga more than i do this ... i really should do something new .. i've had a block tho.. cant draw anything.. but i did come up with a new song not too long ago.. its like the first song in quite a bit.. anyhoo gotta go
well things are going good.. mechanics of materials is going ok... might get a c in that class in stead of what i hoped for.. but hey thats ok i guess... other than that school and everythign is kicking my ass slowly but surely... oh well.. hope everyone has a great thanks giving and eats lots of turkey!
School starts tomorrow ahhhh i'm sooo excited !!!!! finaly i think i have been inspired to go and learn... this is a temporary feeling tho lol i'll hate school in about a week ;) anyhooo other than getting things ready for school i've been up to nothing :D love y'all ;)