i've come to show you what its like to be human
you only know so much
these are called mistakes but sometimes
when you think hard enough
they don't exist
also, there is no meaning
unless you assign the meaning, of course
and it can all explode inside your mind one day
and then by night, it'll be you again
clean and pure
drink some nights away but
save others for yourself
allow your soul to wander
and be alone for a while
it needs to be fed solitude
in order to keep the light
come back to me, though
always come back to me
because i belong to this earth now
i'm rooted in this ****** up civilization
poisoned by corruption
injected with lies, over and over again
and now i am a different version of myself
i've inhaled the sin and it keeps me here
but you can still be far away when you want to
i came here to teach you how walk steady between it all-
light and darkness, life and death, truth and lies
the teetering bridge that brings us all together
balance yourself and don't look down.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
no one is going to look at this piece of paper
and marvel at it because it was touched by me
my signature means nothing now
i can't remember the last time it did
the words are lost, probably within each other again
vowels and letters and sounds melted
together
oh, and the meaning
yes, must have forgotten about the meaning
must have forgotten how it felt
please remember, when the sun set
on the open field, i fell to my knees
and the colors of the sky lit up my face
( i was beautiful then)
and i cried with you
for the last time
how did i get lost within you?
and more importantly,
why did you let the words lose their meaning?
ask who gives them meaning
and cry with me again.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 12:05 AM UTC
although i am afraid
you guide me
'-and i can not
see
at all
anymore'
you feed the fire
that burns inside of me
i can not extinguish
it with any words.
no exclamation for help;
no open-ended plea.
ive tried to suppress the flames
until i realized
it was killing
me.
and my mind is
hungry all the time!
i have heard
the silence
that comes with
your absence
and it is deafening!
you have seen
the substance
of my creation.
the origin of this
madness.
you know the meaning of me.
help me find the light, too.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 12:04 AM UTC
I have this thing that I do...
okay, and I'm going to change it.
I promise... I promise...
I find deep meaning in every coincidence.
I meet beautiful people and laugh with them
and love them instantly.
"We were lovers in a past life."
The past life is always better,
everyone knows that.
I fall in love with unknown eyes.
I lust for new feelings
and get high off of them, too!
Now, I've realized
that I am not meant for this world.
I have been rejected by
these coincidences.
I am not from here, and now I know that.
(Because, if I was, then you would love coincidences, too.)
I am doing this to myself. I know I am.
I love you
and you are gone
and the loneliness is what kills me,
not the reasons why you left.
I can not take
being the person that I am.
I am persistent to achieve complete nirvana of the soul.
But my mind won't let me get there.
I am writing all of this because it needs
to come out and I don't give a ****
what anyone thinks of me.
I never do.
I am putting myself out there. This is me. And **** you.
That's why I always try to **** you off
because you give a **** about these things.
You give a **** about me making an *** of myself
and I do not.
I find meaning in different things. That is why you left.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 12:03 AM UTC
I used to belong in this hell.
I was the last puzzle piece to the fire.
But there was a shift in the currents
(those that guide love towards shore)
and I drowned
and I'm not sure where I am now.
I know that this isn't heaven.
The daylight would make sense of all these things;
the birds would always have a sky(without having to wonder where to fly)
and I would always have the perfect words.
The search for meaning has stopped.
I have seen what these waters can do;
The missing pieces have gone back to the moon.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 12:02 AM UTC
a constant variable in the
scientific and holy
experiment of love.
mix in the energy.
prepare for explosion.
antimatter =/<
the radiation of the
moon.
(ive learned to admire
the hell i've created.
you've taught me
the importance
of standing in awe
before this god.
never again will i make
the mistake of
forgetting my place.)
this existence will mean nothing
unless-
i have subtracted myself
from the infinite
equation of death.
and multiplied it
with the energy of
life itself.
in the end:
my personal purgatory
in which the action
(mistake)
is substituted
by soul (truth)
which equals;
infinity tried to keep me
within reach.
and failed.
i am-
an equation
which He had no solution
for.
i am-
a constant experiment
and i proved Him wrong.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 12:00 AM UTC
i'm all that your memory could have ever been.
you knew it as soon as you laid eyes on me.
i ****** you in, held on tight,
and ****** you up.
because I could.
that's all I ever knew.
all I ever know, now...
you let me tear you apart,
silently, selfishly, stephanie.
i think you were right all along.
and i never knew myself.
how comfortable
and powerful i could become.
but i knew the lingering effects
of my soft whispers in your ear.
come, **** me.
i used them to eat you up.
i didn't even like the taste.
and all your memories are of me now,
your past and future are a single coexistence
of nothing.
i make you blind, in all aspects.
you still can't see the pieces of you
falling everywhere
and spelling out my name.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 12:00 AM UTC
i said, "i can't imagine-
91 years old."
my lungs are scarred
and the fear is over
but lingering, still.
i miss being held
in such a way that
you sort of forget
the origin of sin
and all the troubles that were
cast over you,
disappear in a light,
drizzle of a rain.
all i want is to be
called sweet and ***** names-
under blankets,
in between the chaos
of life,
after kisses,
during war
and in lieu of peace.
i want a stare so intense
that it will make me forget
the lack of innocence
that was my childhood.
give it to me.
fill the void.
**** living forever.
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 11:58 PM UTC