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WARNING: EXTRA GAY AND FAGGOTRY
Two Lovers on the Ground
Man 1:
You are my shield
And I am your sword.
I am your shield
And you are my sword.
Look us here on this earthly place,
This sooty dust makes more beautiful
The face which I see before me now.
With this kiss
We take up arms against the world,
We fly where none can climb.
Man 2:
You ground me,
you lift me up.
I ground you,
I lift you up.
This golden ground is a place to sleep.
I care not for the words of man
Or the poetry we sing to one another.
I care only for your sight.
We sore against the waves
We dance on the clouds above!
Man 1:
The world hates us, but you I love;
And is all the love I ever need.
A God of the world despises us,
But your hand in mine is the only God.
Man 2:
My dearest one, my darling dear,
My skin turns pale and still I'm warm.
Your touch colors sparks of life.
Man 1:
As I die and bleed still thee I love.
Man 2:
Even as my eyes darken on,
Still your face I'll remember till
Man 1:
Time Ends, and eons die.
Man 2:
I give you my heart, even though
Man 1:
Soon in seconds come it'll stop.
Man 2:
My thoughts expand forever now.
I'll awake again on higher planes.
May 1:
And on their unknown grounds
We'll lay as now we do.
Man 2:
I'll go against the Heavens.
I'll go against the Gods.
I'll go against Existence.
Man 1:
For an ending with no end,
A love that always beats.
A earth that always can we lay.
Man 2:
Ah. I'm falling.
Yet you make me rise.
Man 1:
The skies are gray
Man 2:
Yet all I see is blue!
Man 1:
And to this cerulean space
Shall we go on... on... on...
Man 2:
Your eyes now shut,
Your breath is gone.
So too... shall... mine...
Two Lovers on the Ground
Man 1:
You are my shield
And I am your sword.
I am your shield
And you are my sword.
Look us here on this earthly place,
This sooty dust makes more beautiful
The face which I see before me now.
With this kiss
We take up arms against the world,
We fly where none can climb.
Man 2:
You ground me,
you lift me up.
I ground you,
I lift you up.
This golden ground is a place to sleep.
I care not for the words of man
Or the poetry we sing to one another.
I care only for your sight.
We sore against the waves
We dance on the clouds above!
Man 1:
The world hates us, but you I love;
And is all the love I ever need.
A God of the world despises us,
But your hand in mine is the only God.
Man 2:
My dearest one, my darling dear,
My skin turns pale and still I'm warm.
Your touch colors sparks of life.
Man 1:
As I die and bleed still thee I love.
Man 2:
Even as my eyes darken on,
Still your face I'll remember till
Man 1:
Time Ends, and eons die.
Man 2:
I give you my heart, even though
Man 1:
Soon in seconds come it'll stop.
Man 2:
My thoughts expand forever now.
I'll awake again on higher planes.
May 1:
And on their unknown grounds
We'll lay as now we do.
Man 2:
I'll go against the Heavens.
I'll go against the Gods.
I'll go against Existence.
Man 1:
For an ending with no end,
A love that always beats.
A earth that always can we lay.
Man 2:
Ah. I'm falling.
Yet you make me rise.
Man 1:
The skies are gray
Man 2:
Yet all I see is blue!
Man 1:
And to this cerulean space
Shall we go on... on... on...
Man 2:
Your eyes now shut,
Your breath is gone.
So too... shall... mine...
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I'm not big into poetry (like the uncuoth barbarian swine that I am), but I was recently introduced to W.H Auden. I really like his stuff,:
http://www.lapetiteclaudine.com/archives/Auden_The_PLatonic_blow.txt
Probably one of my favorite erotic poems.
http://www.lapetiteclaudine.com/archives/Auden_The_PLatonic_blow.txt
Probably one of my favorite erotic poems.
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God, I'm a depressing fuck.
The Shadow's Sound
This bass, this utter bass alive,
A simmering soul of deep penumbra
That howls in the ancient woods.
That tempered touch of deadly earth
Shimmering at the edge of thought.
A grey timbre, a destructive timbre
Falling always on the lonely ears.
Beat the heart as a metronome,
A sanguine pump that mixes
With liquid night around.
There, There, There in space
You will hear a silent wind,
the deepest sound of a threnody.
Always behind, kissing the spine.
Never ceasing, droning on till Sleep.
The cicadas scream in vain on trees
As autumnal leaves begin to show.
Soon they shall die as summer ends,
Their melody no more known nor sung.
And still the Shadow continues on.
Weddings are turn from white to black:
Lovers of resonance to dissonance.
They harmonize not, they never can.
Just as pines the songs of light,
So mutes the pause of night.
Your love to sour; your life to death.
Slow is the poison, but always effective.
The music of Nix continues on.
You run away from his voice, my voice,
But still I will find you in all the nooks
Of the ancient forest of creation.
The bass plays on. The bass plays on.
The silent melody plays ever on...
This bass, this utter bass alive,
A simmering soul of deep penumbra
That howls in the ancient woods.
That tempered touch of deadly earth
Shimmering at the edge of thought.
A grey timbre, a destructive timbre
Falling always on the lonely ears.
Beat the heart as a metronome,
A sanguine pump that mixes
With liquid night around.
There, There, There in space
You will hear a silent wind,
the deepest sound of a threnody.
Always behind, kissing the spine.
Never ceasing, droning on till Sleep.
The cicadas scream in vain on trees
As autumnal leaves begin to show.
Soon they shall die as summer ends,
Their melody no more known nor sung.
And still the Shadow continues on.
Weddings are turn from white to black:
Lovers of resonance to dissonance.
They harmonize not, they never can.
Just as pines the songs of light,
So mutes the pause of night.
Your love to sour; your life to death.
Slow is the poison, but always effective.
The music of Nix continues on.
You run away from his voice, my voice,
But still I will find you in all the nooks
Of the ancient forest of creation.
The bass plays on. The bass plays on.
The silent melody plays ever on...
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Poem about fish?God, I'm a depressing fuck.
The Shadow's Sound
This bass, this utter bass alive,
A simmering soul of deep penumbra
That howls in the ancient woods.
That tempered touch of deadly earth
Shimmering at the edge of thought.
A grey timbre, a destructive timbre
Falling always on the lonely ears.
Beat the heart as a metronome,
A sanguine pump that mixes
With liquid night around.
There, There, There in space
You will hear a silent wind,
the deepest sound of a threnody.
Always behind, kissing the spine.
Never ceasing, droning on till Sleep.
The cicadas scream in vain on trees
As autumnal leaves begin to show.
Soon they shall die as summer ends,
Their melody no more known nor sung.
And still the Shadow continues on.
Weddings are turn from white to black:
Lovers of resonance to dissonance.
They harmonize not, they never can.
Just as pines the songs of light,
So mutes the pause of night.
Your love to sour; your life to death.
Slow is the poison, but always effective.
The music of Nix continues on.
You run away from his voice, my voice,
But still I will find you in all the nooks
Of the ancient forest of creation.
The bass plays on. The bass plays on.
The silent melody plays ever on...
Bass is a fish you moron.
Don't be a sperg please.
ok i'm done.
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Epitaph
Inscribed in stone, under an oak tree
The old oak wrapped in darkness sways,
And I'm hidden under its veil of leaves,
Of which you cannot pass through.
How close, how far, how ephemeral
Is that thin, great divide between us:
Under the same tree, leaves, and sky,
And I cannot see your lovely face...
- J.K.
Inscribed in stone, under an oak tree
The old oak wrapped in darkness sways,
And I'm hidden under its veil of leaves,
Of which you cannot pass through.
How close, how far, how ephemeral
Is that thin, great divide between us:
Under the same tree, leaves, and sky,
And I cannot see your lovely face...
- J.K.
Look For Me Beyond
When you find me lying dead
And all the fall leaves around me,
Do not cry, do not weep.
For at last I am free.
I have learned how now to fly:
With the birds, the bees
and all the swaying trees,
My spirit now soars beyond.
Now look before you in the Summer--
Behold all the grass, all of it lush;
And also the wind with its little hush.
There you will find me, always in hand.
And in the dancing rivers and brooks
With little otters swimming, at play:
You will find me alight in their eyes;
A part of them as they are of me.
Look there for me.
I never died at all.
I am now just free.
When you find me lying dead
And all the fall leaves around me,
Do not cry, do not weep.
For at last I am free.
I have learned how now to fly:
With the birds, the bees
and all the swaying trees,
My spirit now soars beyond.
Now look before you in the Summer--
Behold all the grass, all of it lush;
And also the wind with its little hush.
There you will find me, always in hand.
And in the dancing rivers and brooks
With little otters swimming, at play:
You will find me alight in their eyes;
A part of them as they are of me.
Look there for me.
I never died at all.
I am now just free.
In the Month of May
In the month of May I slept:
With grass swaying in a breeze
Like vast green oceans, with
butterflies dancing the waves;
With the sun alight with all
The colors of the seasons,
Dripping like honey to Earth.
Then suddenly,
All gone. All away.
In the Month of May I died:
With clouds that blackened,
That forgot the memory
Of a sky once baby blue;
With raindrops so cool,
And the smell of wet dirt
Across my pale cheeks.
These two sights:
The beautiful
The sad
Converged in one.
I slept; I died.
Sun shined; it blackened.
So colorful, so gray...
And in the Month of May
Over the hills of grass,
I went far, far away.
In the month of May I slept:
With grass swaying in a breeze
Like vast green oceans, with
butterflies dancing the waves;
With the sun alight with all
The colors of the seasons,
Dripping like honey to Earth.
Then suddenly,
All gone. All away.
In the Month of May I died:
With clouds that blackened,
That forgot the memory
Of a sky once baby blue;
With raindrops so cool,
And the smell of wet dirt
Across my pale cheeks.
These two sights:
The beautiful
The sad
Converged in one.
I slept; I died.
Sun shined; it blackened.
So colorful, so gray...
And in the Month of May
Over the hills of grass,
I went far, far away.
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WHAT THE FUCK! I CAN'T FIND ANY HAPPY POEMS! D:
I think I found a happy... one?
Musings of Those You Forgot
Frozen in time, my body and mind;
What exists to others, exists not to me.
My flesh and my soul, far away behind;
Events repeating, repeating, repeating...
Looking back towards past lives,
Past faces of forgotten memories.
I see them as vivid as any image;
I sense them still in my flesh.
As friends once I knew graduate,
And takes job in many places,
I stand transfix in a limbo of ways:
Never able to choose, stuck in between.
I see some go to the army,
Others I see go to work and toil.
All start grow up and fly away,
And here I stand, forever just THIS.
Oh beautiful life, how I wish I could
Enjoy Your blossoms just a little more.
I wish I could join my friends to see You,
And feel the warmth of the rays again.
Just one more time, just one more time...
But as gray clouds surround me,
And all the faces and lives disappear,
I know that I must go away and sleep
Before darkness overtakes the land.
Perhaps, one day, another dawn will come.
Maybe then I will awake anew, another chance
To see what lies at the end of one of those roads.
But for now, it seems this road I took must now end.
Frozen in time, my body and mind;
What exists to others, exists not to me.
My flesh and my soul, far away behind;
Events repeating, repeating, repeating...
Looking back towards past lives,
Past faces of forgotten memories.
I see them as vivid as any image;
I sense them still in my flesh.
As friends once I knew graduate,
And takes job in many places,
I stand transfix in a limbo of ways:
Never able to choose, stuck in between.
I see some go to the army,
Others I see go to work and toil.
All start grow up and fly away,
And here I stand, forever just THIS.
Oh beautiful life, how I wish I could
Enjoy Your blossoms just a little more.
I wish I could join my friends to see You,
And feel the warmth of the rays again.
Just one more time, just one more time...
But as gray clouds surround me,
And all the faces and lives disappear,
I know that I must go away and sleep
Before darkness overtakes the land.
Perhaps, one day, another dawn will come.
Maybe then I will awake anew, another chance
To see what lies at the end of one of those roads.
But for now, it seems this road I took must now end.
I think I found a happy... one?
A Web and a Net
In all this confusion and this turmoil
Wouldn't it all just be simply fixed
If none created webs of lies,
And simply made giant nets of love?
To let out the fear stinging your heart,
And release the sadness with a catharsis:
a long, deep kiss full of passion.
Aye, to chop up the web and build the net:
To string it together with heartstrings aflame.
Yes, that personally is what I wish to have,
Even if it means I must be content with
Just the thought, and die away with it.
For to fall on a strong net is better
Than one on a fragile spiderweb.
In all this confusion and this turmoil
Wouldn't it all just be simply fixed
If none created webs of lies,
And simply made giant nets of love?
To let out the fear stinging your heart,
And release the sadness with a catharsis:
a long, deep kiss full of passion.
Aye, to chop up the web and build the net:
To string it together with heartstrings aflame.
Yes, that personally is what I wish to have,
Even if it means I must be content with
Just the thought, and die away with it.
For to fall on a strong net is better
Than one on a fragile spiderweb.
Epitaph of a Lost Musician
When I died, there was silence.
I was in the space between the notes.
Where all sound comes and goes,
On blank parchment and sentient ink.
I was the space, and the space was me.
Infinite, infinitesimal directions around.
To choose where to go in this vast expanse
Between two lives, two notes of sound.
I suppose in this greater symphony
I shall choose the sweetest pitch
Of all the voices to be had.
There to compose in another Life
A melody more majestic than ever imagined.
When I died, there was silence.
I was in the space between the notes.
Where all sound comes and goes,
On blank parchment and sentient ink.
I was the space, and the space was me.
Infinite, infinitesimal directions around.
To choose where to go in this vast expanse
Between two lives, two notes of sound.
I suppose in this greater symphony
I shall choose the sweetest pitch
Of all the voices to be had.
There to compose in another Life
A melody more majestic than ever imagined.
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I fucking love May too much.
The Last Day in my Bed
There will come a time in our lives
In the month of May where water drops shine,
Where we will smell soft rain and kiss the sky.
Where you see on distant shores
Far off lights from a far off sun
And grey clouds over vast seas of leaves.
Purple flowers mix with the water
That still has yet to touched the ground:
On the concrete pavement, the smell of Stone.
Where the green trees flutter behind twilight
And your pulse falls away into their lush hypnosis.
Down, down like raindrops from the clouds above.
There will I lay and rest in the grass
Seep down below, and forget once again.
Down to the Stone, which is wet with soft rain.
There will come a time in our lives
In the month of May where water drops shine,
Where we will smell soft rain and kiss the sky.
Where you see on distant shores
Far off lights from a far off sun
And grey clouds over vast seas of leaves.
Purple flowers mix with the water
That still has yet to touched the ground:
On the concrete pavement, the smell of Stone.
Where the green trees flutter behind twilight
And your pulse falls away into their lush hypnosis.
Down, down like raindrops from the clouds above.
There will I lay and rest in the grass
Seep down below, and forget once again.
Down to the Stone, which is wet with soft rain.
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I FOUND SOMETHING ABOUT LOVE AND NOT DEATH!
Forest Love
In forest once I knew before
In a lifetime long since past,
Lies a heart of mine that
To this day still pulses.
Its heat, its resonates
seeps through that grass
and into my mind.
In that brightest umbra
Lies fragile stars of memory
Of us in those mildew woods:
hands on our twilight faces.
Precious eyes colored evergreen
Reflect the wild of our woods.
The cerulean mystery that mixes,
Twinkles on the crown of your head.
The fireflies come out:
A tenebrous yellow, green, blue.
There I say to you:
"Take me There, take me There
where the river runs wide,
And the crickets sing melodies."
And to me you say:
"There we go, There we go.
To the waters and wild.
And wherever you shall go,
Your heart will stay There."
And so you were right.
In forest once I knew before
In a lifetime long since past,
Lies a heart of mine that
To this day still pulses.
In forest once I knew before
In a lifetime long since past,
Lies a heart of mine that
To this day still pulses.
Its heat, its resonates
seeps through that grass
and into my mind.
In that brightest umbra
Lies fragile stars of memory
Of us in those mildew woods:
hands on our twilight faces.
Precious eyes colored evergreen
Reflect the wild of our woods.
The cerulean mystery that mixes,
Twinkles on the crown of your head.
The fireflies come out:
A tenebrous yellow, green, blue.
There I say to you:
"Take me There, take me There
where the river runs wide,
And the crickets sing melodies."
And to me you say:
"There we go, There we go.
To the waters and wild.
And wherever you shall go,
Your heart will stay There."
And so you were right.
In forest once I knew before
In a lifetime long since past,
Lies a heart of mine that
To this day still pulses.
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The moral of poetry: kill yourself, or eat yourself into a comma.
Epitaph 8
Though I failed again and again
And what roads and bridges
Once I knew now are burned,
I shall not fall.
Though even death has taken me,
My Soul lives on in my love for You,
A Stranger reading strange words.
My love to all that Is, that Exist,
And to You these words I give.
Be a child at your heart--
Take on the world as so.
Let death be your mere test
To boundless playgrounds beyond.
Though I failed again and again
And what roads and bridges
Once I knew now are burned,
I shall not fall.
Though even death has taken me,
My Soul lives on in my love for You,
A Stranger reading strange words.
My love to all that Is, that Exist,
And to You these words I give.
Be a child at your heart--
Take on the world as so.
Let death be your mere test
To boundless playgrounds beyond.
G
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I threw together a quick poem a few months ago as way of apologising to my friends for being an over-anxious nobhead.
Looks like it's down to you and me,
Damned Lady Anxiety.
Away with your sick masquer's ball,
It's not a look I suit at all.
I'm shunning proper etiquette,
To lamp you one without regret.
To strike a lady! Most impure!
But allow me to reassure;
This wench has no humanity
Just deep-seated insanity.
Apologies for all the mess,
Those sensitive to this distress,
Ode to you, your loyal debtor,
I promise you, I'M GETTING BETTER!
Damned Lady Anxiety.
Away with your sick masquer's ball,
It's not a look I suit at all.
I'm shunning proper etiquette,
To lamp you one without regret.
To strike a lady! Most impure!
But allow me to reassure;
This wench has no humanity
Just deep-seated insanity.
Apologies for all the mess,
Those sensitive to this distress,
Ode to you, your loyal debtor,
I promise you, I'M GETTING BETTER!
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Guess who's fucking back.
A Swan Song
A lone man lays deep in death,
Remembering actions long forgot.
He see nothing but a life of regret.
And with the final spasm
Screams a beauteous word:
JULAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
A Swan Song
A lone man lays deep in death,
Remembering actions long forgot.
He see nothing but a life of regret.
And with the final spasm
Screams a beauteous word:
JULAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
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Now a serious one. Also short.
Poison
I did my best, and I gave my all.
And all you gave was a deep pain.
My heart once red is black,
And all I see is anger and hatred.
A contempt runs deep within me now.
I tried to give you love,
And all I got was poison.
Poison
I did my best, and I gave my all.
And all you gave was a deep pain.
My heart once red is black,
And all I see is anger and hatred.
A contempt runs deep within me now.
I tried to give you love,
And all I got was poison.
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La Poema del Fin
Adios, la vida dulce
El ano rico.
desee que hice mas,
Pero ya todo acabe...
Me duermo, me duermo,
La tinibla cubre todo.
Y en mi alma que cae--
Como me olvidan las memorias
Como se olvido a las memorias--
Siento el color que podria haber tenido...
Si solo tuviera yo la determinacion...
Si solo la voluntad para pelear siempre...
Estas palabras son escritos en la piedra,
Para siempre a declarar en lo que podria haber sido.
Y, asi, el noche viene...
Adios, la vida dulce
El ano rico.
desee que hice mas,
Pero ya todo acabe...
Me duermo, me duermo,
La tinibla cubre todo.
Y en mi alma que cae--
Como me olvidan las memorias
Como se olvido a las memorias--
Siento el color que podria haber tenido...
Si solo tuviera yo la determinacion...
Si solo la voluntad para pelear siempre...
Estas palabras son escritos en la piedra,
Para siempre a declarar en lo que podria haber sido.
Y, asi, el noche viene...
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You, In Winter
These grey skies that cover us,
And this snow that surrounds us--
How melancholy is the site,
And yet how much it reminds me of you.
How the cold kiss is always warm to me,
How the flurries shroud me in delight.
Yes, this winter scenery is just like you.
And now I recall a thought from long ago:
That even if my life is secured and full,
I will go into the winter night with you.
If I see you go past where no one knows,
You will soon find that I will follow suit.
It is a promise I made myself to you.
If the eternal dark must call you now,
The call echos onwards to me as well--
From light to dark I shall go where you go.
Yes, even if all is well and life is good,
I know it intertwines with my love:
As clouds are to great snow storms,
Without this love, there is no happiness.
And so as the snow flakes fall ever on,
And many celebrate the snow day off,
I will fall to sleep and think of you:
Of these cold, cold days of love,
And these warm, warm thoughts of life.
These grey skies that cover us,
And this snow that surrounds us--
How melancholy is the site,
And yet how much it reminds me of you.
How the cold kiss is always warm to me,
How the flurries shroud me in delight.
Yes, this winter scenery is just like you.
And now I recall a thought from long ago:
That even if my life is secured and full,
I will go into the winter night with you.
If I see you go past where no one knows,
You will soon find that I will follow suit.
It is a promise I made myself to you.
If the eternal dark must call you now,
The call echos onwards to me as well--
From light to dark I shall go where you go.
Yes, even if all is well and life is good,
I know it intertwines with my love:
As clouds are to great snow storms,
Without this love, there is no happiness.
And so as the snow flakes fall ever on,
And many celebrate the snow day off,
I will fall to sleep and think of you:
Of these cold, cold days of love,
And these warm, warm thoughts of life.
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Tick Tock
Do you hear that tap tap tap--
That tick tack tack?
Do you sense that ding ding ding
That tick tock tock?
Listen closely now.
Do you feel the thump thump thump
Of that precious beating heart?
That cling clong clong of its metronome
Marks off the infinite measures of time.
It all must come away and disappear.
(Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...)
The gears are grinding in the darkness,
The bright blue twilight is waning fast.
The trees are swaying in their slumber.
Can you mark the beat of cicada hums?
Can you hear you the quiet tock tick tick?
(...Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...)
Closer, closer are you coming now.
Faster, faster does it all seem to melt.
Everything is going away in vast cascades.
All the midnight colors blur to nothingness.
You are alone, and all your fame is lost.
(...Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...)
And just like that, your entire life is gone.
All its times has now been used and wasted.
You fall now to death in its deepest places.
All eventually forget you and your existence.
And yet still the clock ticks on.
(...Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...)
Do you hear that tap tap tap--
That tick tack tack?
Do you sense that ding ding ding
That tick tock tock?
Listen closely now.
Do you feel the thump thump thump
Of that precious beating heart?
That cling clong clong of its metronome
Marks off the infinite measures of time.
It all must come away and disappear.
(Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...)
The gears are grinding in the darkness,
The bright blue twilight is waning fast.
The trees are swaying in their slumber.
Can you mark the beat of cicada hums?
Can you hear you the quiet tock tick tick?
(...Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...)
Closer, closer are you coming now.
Faster, faster does it all seem to melt.
Everything is going away in vast cascades.
All the midnight colors blur to nothingness.
You are alone, and all your fame is lost.
(...Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...)
And just like that, your entire life is gone.
All its times has now been used and wasted.
You fall now to death in its deepest places.
All eventually forget you and your existence.
And yet still the clock ticks on.
(...Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...)
- Joined
- Aug 11, 2015
Not You
Not you, not you
No it's never you.
Yet always when it's never you
It always seems to fall away...
They insist, they say,
It couldn't have been you!
As they leave and turn away--
So long, farewell, go by your way!
Forlorn, forgone,
All because it wasn't you.
So then you think in a craze
What if you were a different you?
Further, and further,
You think it loud and clear,
Then you think it even more, until you say:
Could it have been you?
Some trait, unsaid
That he thought appalling.
Your mind spirals out like crazy
Till you think it was you indeed.
you change your ways
Making yourself look better.
Then you realize they won't come back;
They still insist it wasn't you at all.
And maybe it wasn't you,
And you eventually come to this.
But still it scratches you, bites you:
"If it wasn't me, why couldn't you change?
"If you loved me, and you had a fault,
Why couldn't we have figured it out?"
So therein you feel deficiency
Knowing that your "you" couldn't save...
And they, your lover, couldn't keep this "you",
And all the more forlorn you feel.
Not you, not you
No it's never you.
Yet always when it's never you
It always seems to fall away...
They insist, they say,
It couldn't have been you!
As they leave and turn away--
So long, farewell, go by your way!
Forlorn, forgone,
All because it wasn't you.
So then you think in a craze
What if you were a different you?
Further, and further,
You think it loud and clear,
Then you think it even more, until you say:
Could it have been you?
Some trait, unsaid
That he thought appalling.
Your mind spirals out like crazy
Till you think it was you indeed.
you change your ways
Making yourself look better.
Then you realize they won't come back;
They still insist it wasn't you at all.
And maybe it wasn't you,
And you eventually come to this.
But still it scratches you, bites you:
"If it wasn't me, why couldn't you change?
"If you loved me, and you had a fault,
Why couldn't we have figured it out?"
So therein you feel deficiency
Knowing that your "you" couldn't save...
And they, your lover, couldn't keep this "you",
And all the more forlorn you feel.
- Joined
- Aug 11, 2015
All The World of My Life
All the world of my life
Came here to weep,
Each figures from my past
Road the way to present,
Saying their sadness,
Respecting the grave.
Nostalgia flowed like a river of honey:
Slowly, sweetly, golden of memory.
The flowers from the grave are swaying,
The breath of my mother before.
Then the present came, of course,
He and they always do--
each and every second.
They remind me of reality:
Shock me back from fantasies.
The honey is not sweet.
These tears that flow are bitter,
Not from any hidden emotion,
But just from simple sadness
That demarcates each drop.
My mother eats ambrosia of light;
I eat the earth of the living.
The minerals inside ground me,
Make my stomach heavy with ache.
Yes indeed,
The world came to weep.
And it will never cease--
For the friends of the future
Are yet to be.
But when they come,
they'll here tale
And weep for us as well.
All the world of my life
Came here to weep,
Each figures from my past
Road the way to present,
Saying their sadness,
Respecting the grave.
Nostalgia flowed like a river of honey:
Slowly, sweetly, golden of memory.
The flowers from the grave are swaying,
The breath of my mother before.
Then the present came, of course,
He and they always do--
each and every second.
They remind me of reality:
Shock me back from fantasies.
The honey is not sweet.
These tears that flow are bitter,
Not from any hidden emotion,
But just from simple sadness
That demarcates each drop.
My mother eats ambrosia of light;
I eat the earth of the living.
The minerals inside ground me,
Make my stomach heavy with ache.
Yes indeed,
The world came to weep.
And it will never cease--
For the friends of the future
Are yet to be.
But when they come,
they'll here tale
And weep for us as well.