21st century. Well, we say all things primitive died out years ago. We say it until we believe it, we scream it with our eyes closed, afraid to peek lest we find it's just another convenient lie. Oh yes, we live and breathe politics; We buy the latest TV's, play stations and PC's until we reach the point where our kids forget how to dream, and we claim that this is civilization. Survival of the fittest. It's an animals instinct, so what does that make us? These magazines and headlines, the lyrics spinning through our dark minds all say the same thing: You aren't good enough. Buy this, buy that, plus everything besides so as to prove you're
Once upon a time
someone who had never seen a sunrise
asked:
Will tomorrow have a birthday?
the question lingering in virgin eyes
a golden innocence
not referring to the date of the day next year
but the day
just the day we call tomorrow
and I wondered how to emphasize
to one who didn't know
of the miracle of daybreak
or of the funeral hosted by the night
for I knew had he ever seen a sunrise
or seen the day give way to night
he would know that no day had a second birthday
because each day begins
ends and dies.
Watch the strange girl
With starlight in her eyes
Watch her dance
Every motion a surprise
She hears only the music
-ignores their preying eyes
And she dances
And she dances all night
Voice raised
So everyone can hear
She sings her heart out
And doesnt seem to care
That shes the only one in love
With the music
Her body sways
Feet stray in the dark
They laugh at her strange ways
But they dont understand
She really is a star
She tells a story
With every move she makes
Eyes shine with desperation
To fly away from this place
Says this place is too small for her wings
And her dreams
Arms open
She spins
Minutes fall into place
like dominoe trains
in a pattern
but far beyond prediction
listen
as pulses fall
in synch with racing heart beats
tapping rhythmic lullubies
to tired minds
tapping songs that sooth
them to sleep
Death looses a poison
but the memory remains
what is life, really?
Living, or the impression made?
Breathe deeply
sweet intoxication
hands clasp tightly
before its too late.
The musician (magician?)
shy boy hiding in the corner of his dreams
in notes he creeps/ in notes he speaks
in notes he steals the heart
of every haunting silhoutte
who hears him
who's drawn to
the visionary melody he plays
entrancing the minds
and the ears
and the souls
of his audience
but antonymous of the Piper
this musician walks alone
a thousand hearts beating
in rhythm with his
but only silence follows
his quiet footsteps
only silence applauds
the anguished song he plays
He sings his song
in the language of the angels
he sings his song
and no one understands.
Take a taste of the sweetest things when you're dreaming. Quiet sighs, lungs fall and rise, closed lids hide the most beautiful eyes when you're sleeping. Dark is cold, you're shaking, keep waking, but the warmest smiles shine like starlight. Wind carries whispers of a spoken goodnight, sleep comes softly and you don't fight, murmer "I love you with" with the last of your might. Sleep darling-morning comes too soon.
You're restless
as the minutes tick by
Eyelids flutter
like nervous butterflies
but you can't sleep
-not tonight
You leave me blind
in the depths of your dark eyes
You lead me (blind)
through the depths of your dark mind
Say you love me
the only words you ever find
yourself at loss for
You say goodnight, Valentine
and we leave it at that
because goodnight never sounded
quite as lonely as goodbye. <3
In just a moment, everything can change, in a life time, we've got the world to gain. In a dream, where though knows no bounds, we become to touchless, faster than light, softer than the warmth of sunshine, more beautiful and fresh than the cold-we become alive.
In a dream I can run away forever, out of the past and towards a futurewhich is only ever as close as I want it to be, towards a rainbow which I spent reality chasing only to realize that some things are better admired from afar.
In a dream, I've become lost in a grey sky which I've only ever gazed up at, washed in answers that were always hidden in drops of rain that never
Breathe, stop to breathe
as the sky collapses around you
raindrops fall
like microscopic bombs
on all thats left around you
you're left freezing
in their sick idea of humor
you're left bleeding
as their lies spread like tumors
musics fading
like your will to live
you're left hating
to the point you can't forgive
pulse beats steady
the whole world is dead
in your eyes
you find yourself a failure
because no one let you try
take a second
to peruse the broken pieces
of the defenses they shot down
to leave you naked
take a second
to take a look around
it's stopped raining
it's over now
you're left alone
you're left to r
Bitter wind stings my face,
Crisp leaves crunch b 'neath me,
Birds fly above with flawless grace,
And I cry for those who deceive me,
Silent tombs stand erect,
Grey marble deathly cold,
Nothing ever changing,
'Cept the time which the church bells toll,
The blue sky sky darkens to accomodate night,
And the blazing sun goes down,
My courage fades in time with the light,
And sobbing I fall upon frosty ground,
In body I'm perfectly alive,
But my spirit is still and silent,
Darkness can't revive,
My heart, torn apart by tyrants,
My eyes caught an faded inscription,
The verse on a neighboring grave,
Dream? Apparition?,
No matter,
I'm screaming to an empty cave, calling to a hollow rock,
Ask for an answer, getting only the echo of my question back,
Is this really what I'm living for-a million unanswered questions?,
So confused and lost, taking other peoples suggestions?,
All I want is solid truth, something that I can trust,
Not this same false hope, which crumbles at my touch,
I want to follow my own stream, not someone elses current,
Sick of studying this lesson, 'cause I just can't seem to learn it,
I want to find the truth, oh God! Please take my hand,
Lead me from this whirlpool, lead me to solid land,
This world is a labryneth, a constant, ceaseless tra
He sits upon the cold stone floor of a dark and chilly room,
Back against the stone wall, staring into the gloom,
Rats scurry 'round the floor gathering crumbs he left behind,
His thoughts block out the pain of the ball and chain, his fatel bind,
Moonlight streams in through the window, blue light floods the floor,
Falling across his dark brown hair and onto the bolts of the door,
His young face is pale and weary, his clothes torn and covered in grime,
He's lost all since of day and week, minutes, months and time,
A bell tolls in the distance, marking midnights reign,
Five hours till the hanging, the end of this torment and pain,
A
I awake in the night so lonely and scared,
Knowing you're not here leaves me soulfully impaired,
Sunrise does so little to heal my aching heart,
But it'll take more than five states to keep you and I apart,
My thoughts are in Colorado and my heart rests there too,
Phone calls just aren't enough, 'cause phone calls aren't you,
I want to feel your touch, I want to see your smile,
It's been so long now, each passing day's another a trial,
I don't want to go to Mexico, I don't want to go to Rome,
I just want Colorado, I just want to go home.
Tears can never come to late,
They can't rewind time, but they ease the pain,
Cry Stone Angels, cry
Rain drops fall forth from the sky,
Falling like the tears you hold back for pride,
Cry Stone Angels, cry
Stop holding all your feeling inside,
Filled to bursting with the tears you fight,
Cry Stone Angels, cry
Cry, let out the sadness, cry so you can smile,
Let go of your pride, the outcome is worthwhile,
Cry Stone Angels, cry
You're so for down even hell is above you,
Rise fallen angel, up to those who love,
And cry Stone Angels, cry
He leans against an old brick wall,
Dirtied shirt and brown pants torn,
But in his eyes was something I saw,
Beyond his appearence, so ragged and worn,
His deep green eyes are filled joy,
His young face seemed to glow,
Behind his smile hid the rements of a boy,
In his hand a notebook of things he's wrote,
Though in a poor town standing over a dirty floor,
And slouched against the hard bricks of an alley,
He seemed like a king amongst the poor,
Like water in a dying valley,
Just a poor boy, but great love burned from his soul,
Royalty seemed to emante from his stance,
His seemed so warm despite the cold,
And the staff he held s
The distant trees are blazing now, the limbs alight with fire,
Reminds me of the love I had, lost dreams, lost hopes, desires,
Sparks illuminate dark winter skies, adding to the pale white stars,
Filling me with a sudden hope that maybe lifes not gone too far,
Flames engulf an oaks thick core, the tree burns from within,
I watch with a sudden desire for life, wondering how I ever gave in,
Minutes tick to hours and the tree burns down to flick'ring embers,
And as I watch I think, the body is gone but the soul's still remembered,
The nights I cried, the laughs I lost when inside I thought I was dying,
It was only a trip, a trial in lif
Here's to salty oceans,
And heres to midnights blue,
To wind in costant motion,
And here's to the thought of you,
Here's to restless evenings,
And here's to early morn,
To words with misunderstood meanings,
And here's to the heart of the storm,
This ones for the hopeless,
And this one for those in love,
Here's to the broken hearted,
And this one, for all the above.
I wake up cold and screaming,
In the eerie dead of night,
Everyone else is sleeping,
And the world seems void of light,
I look outside the window,
At a strangely quiet scene,
The world seems almost dead,
When the night is this serene,
Shadows haunt the corners,
Darkness holds the room,
And I feel so alone,
In the stillness of this gloom,
I'm scared to look for someone,
Afraid of what I may not find,
So I sit alone in bed,
Feeling trapped in midnights binds.
Dreaming of tomorrow which I know may never come,
Looking for a page unmarked by my mistakes,
Today I throw away yesterday and dream about tomorrow,
Today I'm counting the seconds down to the minute I awake,
Today I tried to do my best, but again I screwed up,
Yet another empty day that I've lost to past,
Tomorrow today will become yesterday,
And I cry cause I know that tomorrow just can't last,
Looking back on the journal of my life,
I see a thousand pointless days gone by,
Flipping through the pages of tomorrow, unmarked,
I break down feeling hopeless and desperate for more, I cry,
But what's tomorrow more than a word?
And wh
The sun hasn't shined
Since days long passed
We hope, we pray
But we can never grasp
So we dream
Trying to stay alive
The light is much clearer
Hope no longer resides
We drift in eternity
Wishing we could change it all
To only find nothing
From our dreams shall we fall
No angel will cry for us
No hand be held out
To save us from ourselves
From both the fear and doubt
From reality
What is and always was
As we dream tonight
Dreaming of love
No tears, no sorrow
There was something familiar in the look of that old woman. Yes, I had this habit since I was a kid; looking people straight in the eyes. I was trying to ferret about clandestinely in the locked drawers of their soul. Maybe I could find comfort there. Even snugness!...if I was lucky enough.
The worn out voice of the old woman tore apart my thoughts. Child, what are you doing in these streets at this late hour? These places are dangerous. The darkness harbors the shadows. Even the moon casts its stare elsewhere to avoid seeing something that it shouldnt. Illegal lovers, fortune-hunters, desperate escapes, broken hearts&
What has become of you
What penetrates your soul
What changes you
Has the fire burned out the coal
What truely exists within you
What lies benethe the flesh
Our hearts grow weak
And we often forget
What truely is
And what it really was
What is this feeling
Is this love
What fuels your smile
With every passing day
Passions and dreams
Nothing gets in your way
Achieve them
No matter the cost
When its all over
Its all you've got
No promises exists
Sometimes just empty words
From tongues of children
Aren't worth being heard
Keep on striving
For what you believe
And don't just live
To only bleed
The fire still burns
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Literature
fifty percent of almost half
I've always been best at blurry
inserting meaning
in the meanwhiles
the fragility familiar
like the shape
rain makes on impact
with that
hey
say
remember when?
(whenever)
measuring the time it takes
forever
in these fabricated hints
and not-so-subtle displeasure
like love's ad infinitum
not a finite item
the fine line
and otherwise
found hiding
but
I was born
sure I could
scream down the sun
instead of subjection
to setting
and settling
these days I know to know
no better
and when placing stars
still suggest
myself
and those I orbit
so impatiently
stop searching
the end will find you anyway
Current Residence: Home Favourite genre of music: Alternative rock, Classic rock, Hard rock, Screamo, Indie, Reggae, instrumental, culutaral, et ceter Personal Quote: And this, too, shall pass
Hello guys,
I'd just like to ask everyone who reads this to take a second to remember. Today marks the sixth year anniversary of the first terrorist attack, and the anniversary of death for so many grandparents, parents, children, and siblings who were killed that day, as well as so many of the firefights, paramedics, and volunteers giving their lives to try and save lives.
Please take a moment to remember the families who suffered losses and the heroes whose names were never mentioned. We don't need to know a name to keep a person in our hearts, to remember what they did, what they risked, or to say a simple prayer for them.
My heart
Hey guys, I hope everyone is doing well and muchly enjoying the summer. Just wanted to apologize for my lack of comments.. I haven't been home too much since near the end of June, and when I have been in town I've been plus.. plus sick with a cold that appears to be circulating. So, just wanted to say when I get a chance I will be looking through deviations and everything. Mmk.. well best wishes to everyone!!
This is how I go..
-AC
What is contentment? Is it an emmotion, or a decision? Can we decide to be conent, or do other things decide for us? Or is it really actually one or the other, a decision or committment, or can it be both? Whichever we choose to make it?
Can I choose to be content, and does it come by being selfless? I don't know.. not now.