ive never been happy
always shown my emotions
my depression is beautiful
at least to
me
maybe when you see my true frown
you can wipe off your
false smile
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
i study the stars and hope
that one day i can figure
out the complex formula
that will lead me
back to our
paradise
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
do you ever imagine
or dream of the moon
and wonder
and hope
that one day
you will be just as bright ?
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
if i dont wield this sword i cant protect you
if i keep wielding this sword i cant embrace you
indeed this hate will either
bring us together or
tear our blind hearts apart.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:28 AM UTC
there is no meaning in our world neither is there any meaning in us those that live it. it is then meaningless, for us, who are equally meaningless, to see this world through our thoughts, despite knowing there is no meaning to be found.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
none of us were born alive
we were born dead
the end exists before
anything begins
if living is the only truth
the truth we gain at the end is the real goal
in other words
death is the complete
and utter discovery of the end
of the truth that is life
we are not permitted to seek truth
those that cannot transcend
death
will not find the truth in anything..
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
sometimes we have to
get rid of what we love
especially if it causes us pain
it makes us morbidly sad
but sometimes it must be done
regardless of feelings
how do you think God felt
when he cast his favorite
angel from the
heavens?
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
red like pain
white like purity
red like blood
white like bone
red like silence
white like solitude
red like a beastly instinct
white like the goddess' touch
red like a thawing hatred
white like a frozen, pained cry
red like her lips
white like the sheets where we lay entwined
red like the nights hungry shadows
white shines and red scatters
like unrestrained gasps that shoot through the moon
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 4:23 AM UTC
my heart is cold. i met her in early august, where the sky was as blue as her nail polish. even at first glance i knew her heart was as cold as mine. i discovered, and realized years later that indeed hers was much colder, crueler, deceptive. the first time i had managed to get her in my bed i thought i was victorious, untouchable even. as we laid there in our entwined love making, i had convinced myself she was mine. i told myself she was like every other woman, i could come and go as i pleased, with no repercussions. and in this moment i had lost. i did not know it yet, but im positive she did. as i gazed into the abyss that were her eyes she knew....she always did...
i dont know what about her made me keep coming back. maybe it was the scent of her skin. in my final moments i still dont know... this woman, that had captured my soul and kept it in her heart of ice. it wasnt lust anymore, my friend. we talked, under the stars, over a cup of coffee; we laughed over our favorite books and scoffed at society. danced to music that appealed to her and enthralled me. she stimulated my soul and unlocked the coldest, deepest parts of my heart.
i was in love with her. and had convinced myself she was in love with me. now, i knew how all the previous women i had manipulated had felt. she was gone before February. her soft touch, her smile, her scent, the underside of her ******* her intellect all haunted me... i searched for my ice queen for many years, alas i could never find her, i still often dream of the memories we once shared.
i could not warm her heart of ice. indeed, i hope someone out there could have saved her from the loneliness i could not save her from. i hope someone saved her the way she had saved me. but, i surely doubt it.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
truth is the currency of the few, its also the weapon of those that rebel, the few that are able to live and tell, thirsty for truth still not quenched, questions even after death, gazing for that one of a kind, the hard to explain, the undefined, information is power, and knowledge is a secret, and those that possess it wont share it, a crazy schizophrenic, maybe a psychopath, but the darkness that's been promised has come at long last.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC