Six feet away from her.
I can still hear your voice
behind the car window.
The car is moving.
I look out the window.
I see her face.
A troubled face.
I promise that
we'll be back to
our promise land.
but saddening as it maybe,
I can't place hands with the sorrow
that glares me down.
even though I miss the time of grief,
I don't want to move to fast.
Ok. To keep things at a pace,
I'm afraid of you
and what you've became.
I feel her breath
that drew close to my face.
We're so far away,
that i'm forgetting to remember
you still exist
I must write you
about the daily events.
It's the just that days are
bleeding by
a
My darling spider, youre drowning, draining away,
You spilled, spilling away
From my web, the web is empty, today
I will stop forgetting you, today
Come back into my heart, my itsy
The thought of not having your fears, leaves my heart, so itsy
Now time spills from your red hourglass, my pretty
The red sand crawls out and flies away, so pretty
Please, Please! My Darling spider, make away and awake from the water stream
Without you, Coldness haunts my blood streams
Dear, Darling spider, its so hard dreaming what the worlds dreams.
And sometimes the screams in their nightmare interrupts our dreams
My heart becomes u
Daft or Justly new?
If I knew the answers to the sea,
Would you come along and follow me?
Sleep between the waves
and see the angels bathe.
Listen to the waters lullaby
and speak to creatures by their cry.
Feel the under siege trenchs caresses
and touch the heart of a earth without it stresses
Or would you complain?
Would your words consist of life not being dry enough and avoid me but encourage my disdain?
If I conversed with the sky,
would you speak to me and marvel to fly?
View a shadow of cloud
and speak upon a blue as it travels aloud.
Witness a storm protest along with uncertain pleasure
and smell the f
Love and something confusing by dokurome, literature
Literature
Love and something confusing
On this beach
I lose my surroundings.
The sand settles into my toes.
The salt chaps my lips
and rips my taste.
The sun breathing against my heart.
All is gone.
But a beauty I didn't yet know existed until she presented her love is still wondering the plane of my emotions and I can't help but to think that I'm not thinking. This sand, the sea is all too much to my fancy. I found myself on lands where I never paraded not even dreamed yet it is suited for my heartbeat. At my own peril and confusion, I sulk at being sick, tossed, and drown. Running a muck in seclusion, warm hands embrace the cold shrine I call a heart...
from the girl tha
Now, along with tears,
memories of a beauty
of a night rising over and into gentle eyes
with wake of the
morning tide welled up in
corner of my eyes will vanish.
And those sky high peaks,
where we once dance
and spoke upon the greens,
will be belittled to the waver and
murmuring rumor of the skinless winds...
Now that you took to the skies,
my heart will never explode
like a kaleidoscope with
the intensity of a million
rose petals rushing towards me...
Now that you left me the right to grieve,
my irises quiver with sadness
as tomorrow loses its fill.
I feel the chill of life's danger
and death's empty promises.
Swinging back and forth, delicately scraping my neck with each pace.
Yet, as gentle as it may be, repetition and progress equals death.
The glistening guillotine is exceeding my body, pleasantly.
The sling of the terrorizing metal is so soothing,
breezing back and forth, closer and slowly.
My sight fails me. Not only by the fact
of the effects of cloth over eyes but
by the blinding of pleasure.
My eyelids grow heavy and dreams fill my vision.
And I realize, it has been while since I witness
a nightmare or caused one.
Haunting the depths and the dawn, dreaming dulls my reasoning.
Overdosing on these whimsical fancies concludes in
I am the easy streets.
Paved black and smooth, tangled and narrow with multiple twist.
I am the ice cream trucks.
Sirens sing simple symphonies as kids parade near.
I am the summer sun.
Soothing worked over wounds with the remedy of play.
I am the bitter winter.
Christmas fills the snow written air by mixing oxygen with cheer and gingerbread.
I am the worn and torn sneakers.
Running frantically with the obvious sight of too many adventures on the soaring soles.
I am the words of man.
Limitless to meaning yet bounded to single and mere matter.
I am the wavering heart.
Beating to precession of romance caught by the beauty in my eye
I skip dinner again.
Im not hungry just passionless.
The walls are painted with the color of apathy
and everything that lies within is stale
but my T.V. is static.
Just another program installing fear!
I need to get away. An all expense paid trip to
my notebook to witness the ink & paper clashing
with ideas. Yet I forgot my ticket in my dresser
I lost my pen
I skip four hours of sleep
Im not tried just empty.
My sheets are tangled and embraced with
a kiss of sweat. And there, on my pillow, A drop
and a few drips of my dreams.
I put them in my hands in my left, the tender gra
Double, double, toil and trouble
See the kingdom fall to rubble
All from the take of an unearthly dagger
While the voice yells, Dont stagger!
Dont stagger!
(Chorus)
What will clean you of this
Blood upon unclean hands?
A little water clears you of this deed.
What will clean you of this
Blood upon unclean hands?
Perfume will never sweeten your deed
He who fails to touch what already harms,
Will see the king in his crimson, golden charms.
And take cold and barrowed throne
Slaughter and paranoia will rule his home
Will rule his home
(Chorus)
What will clean you of this
Blood upon unclean h
Congratulations on mutilation by dokurome, literature
Literature
Congratulations on mutilation
Im clutching my fearful heart
in the mist of darkness. Dwelling inside
a monster aims for my
internal devastation.
I hide but its no use for
I devour myself and lose
my will. Im secluding
falling fatal to the thoughts
outside my head.
I know if I tried hard, you could love me
I could be there for you; if I could be youre friend
But these wishes plunge into
shallow ears. Regression is
the only way to heal these
tears as they ruin my flesh.
My pale skin rips fear into
abandoned and starved eyes!
Somehow, through this passive and
frightful faça