An excerpt from An excerpt from a poem by T.S. Eliot. a poem by the False Poets
Between the idea no permanence in juxtaposition And the reality where Falls the Shadow, the shadow Between the motion. a divisive notion caught between And the act composition & action, the response is Falls the Shadow Falls the Shadow
Between the conception grayed outline indistinct, the cognitive sap And the creation leaks, contradictions irritating birth sac, Between the emotion whereupon Falls the Shadow emerges And the response the response conclusive, occlusive, collusive Falls the Shadow Falls the Shadow
Between the desire juxtaposition insertion, need to achieve And the spasm the blurted ****** of spurted letters born Between the potency. in the potent white seeds of black words And the existence coming into existence as a riptorn issue, Between the essence essences of scents blood+logic foretelling And the descent birth & death, descent & the ascent, both, Falls the Shadow Falls the Shadow
Between the desire the desire desired, completed, And the spasm the latency uncovered, Between the potency the potent toxins of spit and tears And the existence the birth fluid of of existence Between the essence the formulation of the human essence And the descent from blood dust to blood dust is where Falls the Shadow. Falls All the Shadows
i wish there were more ways to say that i found an oasis in the form of your touch i wish i could count the pains that i carry like satchels everyday strung off my shoulders i wish i knew why i refused to let them fall i wish gravity would just have its way with me toss me aside and find a new giddy little thing to run this so called world i wish i knew how to tell you that i want to be a bird not because they can fly away from here not because they grace their homes with bright colored feathers i could never adorn but because they are hollow they are hollowed out, weak, frail and somehow it makes them stronger or perhaps i wish not to be hollow but to filled with something other than you
I couldn't do anything To save my soul Where did you go Jade Nobody knows. Its burns
My entire life was a lie One that i created One i believed in Two lies. One lost life
Time catches up to you It destroys your spirit Time has no friends Time has no emotions
I hate being alive. And empty Hollowed out and forgotten Against an endless army No friends. No family. To save me
We are all just sinners Waiting for our execution If only we could be ourselves Till our time is called
Everyday. Little by little We lose another piece Of our picture that God gave us Until its all faded. All shambled
A soul is so valuable. But i was weak Gullible. Kind. Trusting. Caring Against demons. It makes you easy Never trust in anyone. But yourself
I lived my life in the lie of Jade Waiting for her. Everyday But nobody came. Not a single soul She only existed in my dreams
Now iam too old. My soul destroyed If only i loved me. And believed That belief. Is all that carried me But my wings of heartfelt thoughts My imagination. Its burning in **** And there is no God. Who will hear me No Jade. To hold me And bring me back Its too late We just age. Until we are dust. And die Nobody is there Nobody cries They all only believe in their lie.
Jade was my life goal But i guess its imposdible I wish i was 14 again So i could make my life Better than this
The greed makes me feel hollow I am losing all the treasure I have had My need above others My life more than theirs I can't believe I could But when I I would repeat it again I will hunger for more No matter the others would starve I change, become a monster.
What if I can’t remember who am, who I was? I get this ache like I’m missing something, but what if that ‘something’ was never there? Maybe I’m looking for empty hallways, hoping there’s a mirror to show me the way towards myself. Or maybe there’s all ready too many mirrors and now I don’t know who isn’t the reflection. Who am I? What have I done with myself? Where am I? Will I ever be more than this hollow eyed pane on the wall? Pane, it’s fitting. Pain, it’s fitting, me.
Sometimes, it feels like someone’s scraped out my insides and i truly feel hollow: empty. I’ve worked so hard all my life to lay down the roadwork for where i am now. The only problem is that i don’t know where i am. I’ve tried to rejoice but in building what I wanted, I can never make room for myself.