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Aug 2010 · 2.2k
I Miss You
surei Aug 2010
Shall I compare thee to a memory?
Thou art more powerful and deep-rooted
The strength fails to be classificatory
Repulsing my being, away from the alienated

Like a motion picture, steadily it moves
With only the sound of your calming voice
I really don't care about what it proves
About leaving when it was once a choice

But as I seek to foresee the future
I'm not yet close to the end of my bide
And already I could imagine the torture
Of you not being by my side

So please, let me have your long embrace
Before time comes to find what it could replace
This was for an English assignment at school. It was to make a Shakespearean sonnet, even though it's not required to actually use the language of his time.
surei Aug 2010
I could, if I wanted to, pray for my own sanity
But I haven't had enough of this nonsense in my life

I could, if I wanted to, walk to the other side
Where the grass is greener, but why would I want to?

When I have you,
I walk in my sleep
I lose all control

My feeling's too deep

When I have you,
There's no thinking
Just the beating of my ******* heart

I am losing it
Losing my sanity

Losing my sanity for you

Do I still have to tell you
How much I crave for your love?
How much I crave for your voice to whisper in my ears?
But would you really understand then?
~
i'm in love, do you know how that feels?
crazy.
Aug 2010 · 586
I'm a Person Of One
surei Aug 2010
I’m a person of one

With the hearts of many lost souls

Too many hours I’ve spent thinking

Of how I’m going to straighten my own mind

Knowing many lies that lie ahead

Knowing the many villainy committed to put me down

Too many hours I’ve spent to listen

To all your sweet mouth’s talk

To all of your ******* without direction

To all of your ignorance, magnified!

If I had a God then I would run

But I’m only a person of one

And this time, your spear lingers for my heart
~
i'm so abstract. i don't even understand myself anymore.
Aug 2010 · 2.6k
sins
surei Aug 2010
between the faces of the scars and stains, i see myself
hiding in order not to be seen by my own mistakes,
or the ones we’ve ever made.

between the stains, between the scars
you’ve left behind :
yourself.
Aug 2010 · 467
Tell Me How To Move On
surei Aug 2010
I can not write right now

Not because I  have no emotions

But because I have one too many


There are times where I can not see

Not because I don’t have eyes

But because you keep me from looking


And then I remember when I can not speak

Not because I tied my tongue

But because you made me mute


And then there are times when I can not do any of those things

Not because I lost them, all my organs

But because I lost you


So here’s a sign to the beginning of our loneliness

A terrible attempt to write about a big empty space

And a collection of horrid paragraphs about blindness to love


I can’t write right now

Not because I don’t care

But because I’m in love and care too much

And also because I’m leaving after the short period of time that I have been here


It’s time for me to learn that not one thing is forever

And I have to learn to defeat space and time to make this last

~

Space and time.

Now that’s a totally different matter.
Aug 2010 · 1.1k
Nymph & Mortal
surei Aug 2010
Her eyes painted blue by the majestic force above
So true, yet unreal
What the ethereal land holds, we would never know
Maybe more nymphs like her,
With gold, sun-sprayed hair and her miraculously soft skin
And the breeze of icelandic air, brought in every time she paced

Her bosoms sprang like two, upside down crescent moons,
Dragging young men and older boys who understands, along her way
Her arms graceful like angels' wings, more graceful than mine

Ah, me.

Let's not talk about my forgetful self,
I get lost in my own mind thinking about the boy that she wants,
The boy that could soar higher than eagles
A masculine figure, too good for myself?

Am I so undeserving that the icelandic nymph smiles so condescendingly?
Is she spinning the biggest web of lies to defeat this human being, myself?
Is she genuine in her thoughts,
Or is she deceitful to her own holy kind?
Oh, talk about holyness!
The only unholy one out of the hundreds, those suitors

I wish I was only a teardrop,
only so meaningless
I wish I was only a shadow,
only so obscure
I wish I was so big,
only too big to be unseen

Or maybe I wished she was the one like me.

Yet I'm still human, mortal, and defeated by her beauty.
~
inspired by The Odyssey and surprisingly, it really relates to what i was going through in real life. i find my writings a little too secretive and abstract. oh well.
Aug 2010 · 577
Mindfire
surei Aug 2010
My backbone was cracking through my skin
It woke me up from the long slumber that I have been in
My skin was drying from the coldness of your heart
And praying was the only thing I could do as my part

I searched for the air that you were breathing
But it just turned me back around and mislead me
I became identical with what I was searching for
And oh my, a mirror maze it was!

My logic tried to fight it but heart was in the way
Into tears I turned and dragged unto the sea I went
Like raindrops I was nothing but a cycle
Of emotions and confusion

I tried to move with the waves but my mind caught me
It caught me giving up from my prime objective
It was you that I have wanted for only so long
I had nothing but memories and expectations of you

My backbone was still pushing through
And my skin was still getting drier
There was no sign of you getting closer
And here I am getting caught in a mindfire
~
no, mindfire is not a word. i made it up. ok.
Aug 2010 · 767
Catharsis
surei Aug 2010
One can only wrap oneself so much
With burdens and dark voids,
With stories and undivided attention
With pressure and fracture

One can only wrap oneself so much
So that the unwrapping takes longer to do
The slits and ends are difficult to find
And only by letting oneself to carry through the process

One can only wrap oneself so much
And only the wrappers show
So that one is completely deaf and blind temporarily
To the many ridiculous things waiting out there

One can only wrap oneself so much
In the end these wrappers will disperse, transform
Its aura only so unmoving as a goodbye,
Morphing into the unknown

It is only too easy to miss, too hard to follow

Eventually,
One will unite again with these wrappers
And they will only come back for more
So that one can wrap oneself with only too much
Until one can wrap no more

— The End —