#bastille
Two men stood in front of me –
One he used to be and one he is now.
One of them told me: “I’m the lesser of two evils,”
But the other reminded: “You and I, we’re not that different.”
A slight fear ran up and down my spine,
I loved them both but could not decide.
I looked them in the eyes, so blue and so dark,
Their gaze left a heart-shaped mark.
A man stood in front of me –
“I’m the lesser of two evils,” he said.
I took him to the grave where she was laid
And for the first time he was finally able to see
That Laura Palmer was actually me.
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 5:42 AM UTC
Happiness is key to
Any happy relationship--
People in love know that relationships isn't just one
Person, it's two people working together
In love and unity!
Everyday their love grows and
Reality becomes clear! Love Wins All!!
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
Hunched over in this Bastille dwelling
cobbling out words stitching to a page
day after ----------------------------------
day after ------------------------
day after--------------
day ------
The last bottle of Bordeaux Rouge shatters
and pools on the ***** floor, frantically I
bow down and touch lips to dirt and wine
**** until my sore cheeks flush with blood
stumble back to the makers bench
carefully carve initials marking
days gone by and by days gone by
at night I lay my head upon the guillotine
hoping to wake drenched in red in a basket
this self revolution will some day pass
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
How will we find an answer to the question
tearing at the threads of our chests?
Ambitions, traditions, building and expecting
soft skin listening
dinner ready,
warm and waiting
for someone who won’t
be coming home
Don’t turn on the television
and don’t pick up the phone
out spills blood from the twirling cord
he’s gone, she’s gone, they’re gone
Hate has again won
and I’m sorry I couldn’t have
been there to help
My ears ring with
the screaming
across the earth
and
my heart feels
the fingers that grip
their loved ones limp faces
with eyes that stare blankly
towards the sky
drowning in tears
and inquiring why
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
There's a hole in my soul
I can't fill it, I can't fill it
There's a hole in my soul
Can you fill it? Can you fill it?
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
All we hope, and gather,
All we see and pass,
Forever sinks, would rather,
Die in flames of brass.
Oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh,
Were can our mistakes be, if all we are is sin?
Where there's nothing left to live for, and all is cold within?
There's one above, one up there,
One who heals our hearts,
One who saves and glorifies,
We don't live in the bastille this time to start.
All we're longing for,
All we want in life,
Forever leaves it's stay,
But He will slay the strife.
Oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh,
Were can our mistakes be, if all we are is sin?
Where there's nothing left to live for, and all is cold within?
There's one above, one up there,
One who heals our hearts,
One who saves and glorifies,
We don't live in the bastille this time to start.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
i listen to "pompeii"
as it burns itself to pieces on the radio
and rises like a phoenix (with no beginning) from the ashes when i repeat the lyrics to myself over and over again
"where do we begin
the rubble
or our sins?"
where did i (the phoenix) begin
in the rubble or
my sins?
are we taken from dust and returned to dust ("how am i gonna be an optimist about this?")
or are we taken from the ashes and redeemed
am i the city everybody loved whose "walls kept tumbling down"
if i was "left to my own devices"
would i even begin?
or would i "close my eyes"
"bringing darkness from above"
but
if a "great cloud rolled over the hill"
could my sins be forgiven
could my sins be forgiven
yet?
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
Oh the songs my heart hums of late are new to me...alas i wish this was so. but I used to hear others hum this tune when I was smaller and rebellious, with no taste of blood in my cheek or on my collar. now my hem is ***** and worn, and fractious memories of other lips pressed to mine... can i toss these and replace them with whatever texture your ****** forestry implies? nuzzles are tasteful, when my tongue is out dear. if only a precursor, let us wander (skirtless) and fitzpleasure abounding not even gently when we combine talents and hum to the moon the new songs we've learned from hating eachother.
(i only hate you for finding my heart and for making me give it to you) but i forgive you for not being here
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 5:17 AM UTC
We all have flaws, and we know it. No one is perfect, and perfect shouldn’t even be a word in the dictionary, because what use does it have? Perfect body? What makes some of us think it’s perfect? Oh yeah, that’s right, the ******* media. Trying to tell us our flaws won’t be accepted in the real world so we must change ourselves to look like the ‘perfect’ celebrity. The lyrics are saying that he didn’t accept his flaws, and kept them hidden. But the person being addressed to accepted their flaws and is trying to help the singer accept them too. ‘We’ll see that we need them to be who we are…’ We must all accept them. We are scared of being different because it’s not ‘normal.’ If we were all the same, there would be nothing special about us. The internal struggle of not accepting who we are is normal. We are struggling to hide ourselves, because we are ashamed of whom we really are. We single out our flaws and try to ‘fix’ them and try to be perfect. But in the end, we’re not.
a.a.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC