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Brent Aug 2015
On grassy plains, ethereal as ever,
Lights from fireflies twinkle in the twilight skies
Letting it shine in your beautiful eyes
As it follows their illuminating trails,
Garnering you your most sincere smile.

Ecstasy fills me as I see your true bliss.
Controlling my mind and my emotions,
Yield to your clean soul.
Order is obtained in my insides as my actions
Justify this chaotic scene.

Even if this supposed "love" was supposed to save us both,
Nothing will ever save this soul,
Inside this body tarnished by darkness and sin,
Anchored by the heavy weight of living,
Longing for her love so true
Even when all hope is gone.
Brent Jul 2015
Every single day, I think of you
Like a spore, latching to my shirt,
Are my thoughts of you, not escaping my mind.
Inevitable, as my brain describes when
Nothing is running in my head but you from
Evening skies through twilight blues.

Just like a river flowing endlessly away,
Over and under upon a rocky maze,
Your being continues to be engraved inside
Creating the perfect image of you and I.
Everlasting as the water's stride

Good memories to be remembered
As the best of friends
Likely to stay that way
Likely to be nothing but a friend to you
Or maybe even less
this is supposed to be the original version but....
Brent May 2015
There is a tale that you've always heard.
The story about the sun falling in love with the moon.
But here is a new legend
About the light-sent and the darkness-purged.

She was the daughter of the sun.
And he was the son of the moon.
She was morning's princess.
Beautiful as she holds the world's luminations in her eyes.
While he; he was night's prowler.
Quiet as his domain was the darkness.

As such as the sun and the moon,
They were destined for each other.
But such as Fate's ironies and games,
Their love was inevitably impossible.
They only catch glimpses of each other
At every dusk and every dawn.
But that wasn't enough for the purged.

While she was calm and silent with her primmed smile,
Shining the earth,
He was tired of being lonely
Wallowing in the unmoving darkness.

One night, he called up to Fate.

I don't want to be alone anymore! I can't stand this eternal void alone!

As he shouted, the sent heard and listened.
Her smile widened but her eyes were clouded with tears.
The earth was shrouded in clouds and storms.

Then Fate smiled and told the purged:

  How are you so lonely when you were never alone? You were always with your brethren.

Fate spoke as Fate showed him the stars.

  The light-sent always shone bright, even if she was truly alone. She brought light to the world without a doubt.

He became silent.

The time where him and her would see each other came.
And when he saw her clouded eyes,
He disappeared.
She waited for him to come back,
Yet he waited for her to leave.
When she gave up and left, only was the time he came back.

The next twilight came,
And he readied himself to see her.
But she never appeared.
Because she already left.

The next day, that time approached again.
They both showed up
But they didn't look at each other.
He knew she was there.
And she knew he was there too.
Always at dusk and dawn, they came.
But never again did they catch a glimpse of each other.

*never again
Been seeing a lot of sun-moon/day-night stuff. Thought I'd make one as well.
Brent May 2015
I thought summer was the time of the flourish of our imagination.
But really it was just the time for false devotion.
Memories shared and memories forgotten.
Promises made and promises broken.

I thought summer was the time for keeping ourselves away from harm.
But really it was the reason for the cuts in my arm.
All of your words; worked like a charm.
Causing all of these false feelings to form.

All this time, I thought you were my treasure and luck.
Now I just think you're toxic as f*ck.
Infecting and corroding my heart with your poison.
The poison that's made up of your lies and your treason.
Brent May 2015
I'm very sorry that I didn't bleed enough.
Brent Apr 2015
(Note that this is kinda ****** and macabre at some point so, your call)
The Suicidal Painter

A shadowy character. A man shrouded in darkness.
A foreshadowed pain and other feelings that can't be restrained.
A special being. A master of the arts.
But instead of a trusty paintbrush, he wields a rusty blade.

As a man of expression, he released his irrepressible depression.
He let the dark thoughts prance in his mind,
as these thoughts consumed his sanity.

As his thoughts continued to dance, the blade followed its steps.
It sliced and slit, and almost hits his critical veins.
As crimson red splatters in his supposed canvas,
The image of his beloved began to take form.

As his blade circle around his arm,
Teardrops roll on his cheeks and sweat form in his forehead.
Slowly, the droplets approach his wounds.
One by one, the drops make contact with his open skin.
And every excruciating sting he feels,
A memory with her disappears.

As his blood continuously drip from his severely lacerated arm,
he lets go of his blade.
Then he paints with his trembling fingers, a pair of wings for his beloved.
The blood red wings to let her go.
The unstable wings to set her free.

But even then, his blood-dipped fingers continued to swish and rustle through the canvas.
As he steadies her wings, she began to fade to the fabric.
As his consciousness wanes, he puts his finishing touch.
Like every maestro who is done with his creation,
he smiles
And as he sees her image completely gone,
he realizes his eternal freedom.
this is probably the longest thing I've ever done. and probably the bloodiest. i like this site very much. it's my emotional outlet for times like these. it's my way of releasing how i really feel, even though i'm not that great a writer.
Brent Apr 2015
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can we
imagine,
every time
we experience
any pain or suffering,
we can just shed one giant
teardrop instead of always trying
to hide our crimson-red eyes because of
countless nights of sobbing & crying,
a never-ending stream of tears,
because of sadness, shame
  or regret?
'cause this sounds pretty nice in my head
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