They live and breathe with
powerful contempt
deny grace; destroy charity
laugh at love
tear and strip away at the sincere
ooze sickening words, melt
the best of all of us, to sordid
filth, rip and claw away
our thickened hides, skins
slash, carve, violate within.
And so-

our eyes are lit,
roaring, raging fires,
consumed, obsessed
with nauseating things; an
undeniable
passion in our minds.

What is distance,

But a plane ride

Or an 11 hour drive to the mountainside.

What is distance?

But miles and state lines,

And sunset and sunrise.

What is distance,

But watching loved ones come and go.

What is distance,

But something you can’t feel or touch;

You can write it and hear it.

Isn’t that good enough?

When the dusk approaches
into the sea of sand
my heart cries
as the memories of our trembling night together
resurface into mind
and loneliness froze my heart
as if it will be there forever

You are like a dream
slowly fading into the distance shore
leaving without a trace
like a wind passes by
But still I am hoping and waiting
that our hearts will meet once more
Like a river meets the salty water
from its long and twisting journey
and together will traverse into the distance shore


By. D.C.D. dated 29.12.2009

Laying on my bed, tired of fight another day
I want to rest, sleep. I close my eyes
I find myself in a beautiful place
At the peak of a mountain
Where the sky is at dawn
And the wind softly blowing through my hair
Carrying with itself the most pretty cherry blossom leaves
I've never seen
seem dancing with the soft wind's blow

Marveled, I stay
I've ever seen such a place on earth
I feel the light heat of the sun but
the wind makes me shriver from its cold blow
I across my arms
trying to make myself a little warm

From the distance
You came
I am atonished, thinking I'm seeing an angel
Towards me slowly you walk
I saw your face
your hair, golden brown dancing with the wind
your eyes pierced through mine
leaving my soul naked at your sight
your lips so smooth, like made of silk
and light pink, soft reddish

My heart is beating faster
with every step you take towards me
within only inches apart
Our faces meet

You opened your arms
and take me closer to you
Your arms so strong and delicate at the same time
I lean my head on your chest
I feel safe

Then you move your head
Your lips rosin my ear
you said "

A song of pain

Whenever I open my heart to you
You plunge your knife right in
That is how it felt yesterday
When you hurt my soul, once again.

Emotions are a fickle thing
I should have kept my soul closed that day
For it was only my pride that was hurt
Now I fear that I've scared you away.

I love you now and will always, ever
But the time is wrong for me to tell
I came away feeling nothing but hatred
Not for you, for me, damning myself to hell.

I hope that you'll get to read these
My words are here for you to keep
Will you still whisper sweet 'I love you''s
As you lay down beside me and go to sleep?

In essence I live alive in your presence
but in life I fail to presume the evidence of your lack of affection
with themes of aggression and a fairy tale turned into fact rather than staying fiction
with time passing in an instant this mere digression has taken it's own toll to an end


so lets stay friends and please make amends on our past and present
our present with a gift of a new series of events
events turned into reoccurrences, turned into habits, turned into needs
needs that feed from our soul and embed themselves to becoming a new whole

but this cynical cycle never fails to stifle
a back and forth resonance of air that only prevails with a broken heart and a face


a tear drop falling with a steady pace, a warm hand and a voice,
"I made a mistake"

events

reoccurrences

habits

needs

Our love is like a cancer.
I’m fighting for my life again.

Stage One.

The first time you appeared,
you filled my brain with affection,
that felt as if it were like oxygen,
a necessity for my survival.

You came on to me,
fast and overpowering,  
feelings I hadn’t felt before,
you and only you is what I grasp onto.
I can’t eat but slowly you consume me.  

Our love is like a cancer.
I’m fighting for my life again.

Stage Two.

I like turns into I love,
my affection for you is growing like a sponge,
soaking up every bit you can give to me.

Little did I know you were a poisonous being,
embedding yourself into my brain you ***** wretch,  
clouding my emotions by threading my prefrontal cortex with detrimental lies.

Our love is like a cancer.
I’m fighting for my life again.

Stage Three.

The symptoms are there,
yelling loud and clear like an angry father,
when curfew wasn’t met.

My reality becomes evident when I see your hand in hers,
I become trapped in an ache that I can internally feel,
and that others can physically see in my figure.
I decide to cut you out like a surgeon
and try to mend the pieces that are severed.

Our love is like a cancer.
I’m fighting for my life again.

Stage Four.

I try to heal but it seems to be no use,
the ache persists not only in my head,
but has spread to my heart.
My body is conquered by chemical reactions like chemotherapy,
trying to wipe out the memories we have created and disease you are to me.

But still my body, my soul is weak and fragile
like a dry leaf in autumn,
crumbling,
only after time will it be able to remise.

Our love is like a cancer.
I’m fighting for my life again.

Remission.

You are vacant from me,
but you will always linger.

What you    get
and what     you see
                      is all the        same to me
                                             and may mean
                                             nothing at all
                                             But the one thing remains
my name and that is         P           A           U              L

Brink felt on edge
not this way or neither that.