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Sawr Nov 2010
Normally, and in moments of weakness, I can't stand not knowing.
Normally, and in every other moment, I want to question it.

It's a good thing too, vanishing for a few
Coming back, hoping things are even better.
Staying positive keeps him frozen :)

I
  Really think that
     Things are going to

Surprise me. I'm already surprised. I'm still overwhelmed!

     And I'm really glad
  Because it's exactly
Fitting

Things are going to change
Why not direct flow in a warm direction?

Too bad I'm terrible at directions :)
I'm still so glad just to be able to know of you.

Red rose up and out,
White wind is coming down
Blue blanket bits blow away as
Silver shocks me senseless.

The white blanket here sure feels better this time around.
Especially since I'm going to try letting them both know that I'm done taking their advice.

They both smile when you come around,
I can actually hear myself for once.

Green feelings don't even bother me,
Honestly, I welcome them.

Tell me with your eyes something that will make me writhe,
Because no matter what, finding you isn't the problem.
Sawr Nov 2010
There's a lot I don't know about a lot I want to,
There's a lot I know  about that I shouldn't want to hear.
But I'm going to listen anyway, not knowing sadness is not knowing love.

You've got to be true to yourself,
And I don't wanna make you a liar.

I'm falling for you but I probably shouldn't be.
I'm asking for you but I probably won't be.
I'm losing for you but I'm okay with that.

I'm ready to catch you,
I'm dying to catch you.

But I know I need to be ready to just be silent,
Ready to know that I'm just here.
I'm ready to watch the pieces fly back together.

This feeling is growing, it's starting to hurt.
It's not a problem, I'm going to be happy for you.

I can't be selfish anymore,
I want you to flourish :)
Sawr Nov 2010
Walk, keep walking.
Don't look up, keep walking.
Walk until the grass turns to dirt and the trees turn to shrubs.
Walk until the light dims, so barely alive, burning slowly.
Slower, walk slower
Look back, all you can see is nothing

The flame longs for warmth,
but my mind longs for release.

Please please understand this,
I don't want anything from anyone.
I just want to find that grin again.

You know you're going to keep walking.
It's that voice that won't go away,
and the voice that won't ever come back.
The smile that taunted you barely exists anymore.

Probably gonna keep walking.

Maybe you'll find some shadow friends out in the lonely desert,
they won't want anything from you. But that's what's missing.

You're only walking because you're afraid.
You're only walking because you're scared.
You're only walking because you have to.

But you don't need to.
Just give yourself some room to stop thinking.

Before I start walking, I'm gonna run and never look back.
It's only a matter of time.
Things are only growing stranger here.

I used to live in a white blanket of warm discovery.
And with our eagerness to inter-mingle our minds
infected with curiosity and room to smile,
We were so happy. We were at peace. We just wanted to smile.

Once again I return to the white land,
nothing is ever the same, of course...
But this is just ridiculous.

I miss the Gray.

THUMP BUMP THUMP PUMP
You're growing str(a)nger as you go farther
Maybe one day I'll meet myself again.
Sawr Nov 2010
Swinging, swaying in the wind
Scratching, Scraping away the time
No need for assistance, what's wrong with not knowing your purpose?
You still saved me from the grasp of those who'd rather see me writhing over their trivial nonsense.

I want to hear you.
I want to see you.
I want to be near you.
I want to feel you.

;HE; wants me to run away.

--HE-- wants me to stay.
--HE-- whispers in my ear, "You can't let go!"

;HE; whispers, "It's all a ******* lie!"

I love them both, I hate them both, they both are me.

I'm going to keep cozy and warm,
of course I'm going to help them.

--HE-- tells me I should push them both aside and ask myself.
;HE; tells me that's not what's important, that I'm fool.

Of course I am!
I wonder just how much they see..

Let's sway together, wind or not
I'm feeling hazy enough to do just about anything,
You'll always find out where I've been.

Want to dance with me? I'd be happy to empty out my eyes for you tonight
Acceptable (to them) or not, I'm craving your hunger, and your tight grip around my skull

The fire that your gaze pierces me with leaves me feeling burnt out,
I finally want to need to live for more than just that unending argument in my head.
Sawr Nov 2010
It’s not like it matters,
No one will think twice.
These disposable efforts mean so much to us,
And, at times, we cherish them too.
Though the higher you climb,
The worse off most are,
For the toll, is indeed, a high one.

It’s not that you’ll fall,
(Though soon, you may welcome that),
But near what’s rumored to be the top,
You’ll find, you’re often alone.

So finding an average,
A cool medium,
Has become all but uncommon,
But even so, what’s to come,
Of those few who actually challenge the gods?
For what sort of blessings do lay still?

Far is it from Dubiety,
Though equally close,
We expect too much, and leave room for displeasure.
We bring it upon ourselves.
Then I had a thought, why the way of humans?
But why not the way of all life permitting?

How not someone revered could leave life unnoticed,
Yet someone exalted should be saved,
Truly leaves long trenches in the pit of my stomach,
Due to lacking a notion of why;
Why it is we strive so hard; And if for immortality,
Then for what sake and by who are we granted this perquisite?

What Blessings were laid on the lives of those,
Whose memory would outlast the Earth,
Really made worth of a mortal’s own time,
More so then any such swings of the hands?
For what even is our own worth?

As when his eyes fail to save him,
Upon what would that broken man fall?
Naught but more than his own disparity,
Wedged between black reality and his own thoughts.
Forlorn, despairing, and void of all sense,
He collapses, deader than dead.

I shudder to dismiss this, (or any) conflict,
Away as I would a cobweb;
But he who detects the flaws of himself
Before do his enemies,
Will end up much stronger than those opposed,
As he already severed his soul.
Sawr Nov 2010
Fearing the faith,
Scared of most love.
They bring understanding,
But are rejected as foes.

They try not to grimace,
To whine or complain,
As it uncovers the stitches of sin.
And if, indeed, they begin to slack off,
They must sew their weaknesses shut.
And though pain undesired,
It shall, with force,
Be used in an instant,
To rip, flay, and humble their souls.

And although they instate it,
Its effects won't fade,
As it gives way to a horrible gloom.
Though too long without a touch,
From Mother Pain,
And their Beings will twist,
Becoming as sickly and vile,
As the ****, that around them decays.

So as can be seen, alarm is unneeded,
They wish to bring us no harm.

But only to help us,
To harvest the fruits,
Of our labors, we've since, forgotten.

Even still, we're blind to their kindness,
We see them as unworthy pests.
And as their presence is no longer welcome,
They disappear on the winds breath.
Regrets we had many, and go back we could not,
And we all went downward, again.

As we fell into the graves,
We had dug for ourselves,
We thought, "Maybe they meant well?"
Alas, mattered not, as we all found out,
As we fell to the depths of our own filth.
And as we burned, the Imps could not help,
But to pity our fate.

And after a sigh, and a shake of the head,
They got on with the rest of their existence.
And as the winds and tides of time
Washed over the empty, barren land of thought,
Nothing was left, no one to remember.
And in a blink, we were less than the dusts.
Sawr Nov 2010
Spry speaks lies, and not for conflict,
It simply feels standard to him.
And all he tries to do is satisfy
Though all he makes are enemies.

But it's not his fault!
Oh no, don't blame him!
He will ****** the truth,
For the truth never was, never can be to him.
He’ll twist every word that comes into your head and create something horrible.
It's just one more reason for him to sigh.

When I talk to him, he doesn't talk back,
I find it ominous, true.
But, I muse, what terror should I find?
Lest the death his continuing whispering should ensue.

I shudder to speak, to even reminisce,
The terrors that he has seen us through,
For if others could share in his endeavor,
Their lives would be shattered, hopeless, and obscene.

I feel so badly for him.
I feel so badly of him.
I’m still glad he’s there.
One more person to be alone with.
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