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Prelude to Honesty
it's not your stare
i can't explain myself
the sky is like television
more lifeless every second
there's electricity in the touch
pushing the will
out to boundaries unseen
beyond the caress of light
like rainbows of monochrome
in my own sight
a behemoth arises to crush spirits
lurks like a serpent beneath a misty sea
you let go of my hand
it's turned white in ( Read more... ) -
My Sweet Endless
It's the feeling when there's something trying to escape, something kicking behind your face just craving to get out. It spreads around, eating and drinking everything it can claw into it's gaping mouth. And you can't really stop it either. You're staring at her rose pink lips, enamored by flame red hair that whisps about in the evening air. ( Read more... ) -
Á mon amour, je dois partir
Something Different
Julia pocketed all of Kevin’s rent money in a fit of rage; she wasn’t coming back again, as irrational as it sounded, it’s all that she thought. Her bag was overflowing with indiscriminately grabbed clothes, bras and dirty t-shirts abundant.
Her fury was dissipating as she turned the engine over and backed out of the drive. Out ( Read more... ) -
Excerpt from "Almost Honest" (In Progress)
I lied just a little
When I said I need you
You stretched the truth
When you said that you knew
Just can't believe it
There's nothing to say
I was almost honest - almost
- Dave Mustaine
It was impossible to fathom why this girl was attached to this rime covered vagrant. Her beautiful sunlit face used to grace my presence almost as much as it ( Read more... ) -
Phase XVII: Consolidation Adjunct Two
Can we identify them? Are they recognizable? I don't think I'm so sure any more. They more or less look the same, but they're somehow different. A constant flux between chaos and order increasing with every glance.
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Phase XVI: A Hopeless Cry From The Forgotten Man
Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavel's bang, uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God
- From Megadeth - Holy Wars...and the Punishment Due
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Phase XV: Transition Phase Lambda (When Death Becomes Us)
"God, help me."
The floodwaters of panic rose in his mind. Sirens blared from internal courses within, they had overwhelmed him in an instant. There he stood, atop a building burning beyond control. Smoke exploded into his face, tears overcoming oxygen, heat displacing movement. He was helpless. Flames licked his charred face. ( This is the end. ) -
No Soul Beats Within
To each a blind eye
To all, the filter of self-control
To none, a sense
that we are lost inside
Victims, not witnesses,
an accomplice, not a bystander
in a time when worlds collide
for us, a safe denial
not to push beyond our goals
for us a shattered image
is what our sanity allows
- Mikael Stanne
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Phase XIV: I Guess This Is Growing Up
A: A violent order is disorder: and
B: A great disorder is an order.
These two things are one.
- Wallace Stevens
( It Sure Is. ) -
Phase XIII: Transition Phase Theta (Straining The Chains of Adolescence)
The trees whizzed past the train like little snakes that would slither away when predators approached. Two girls sulked in their graffiti stained seats, feet firmly placed atop them, despite the weakness of the signs politely requesting them to do otherwise. They were both dressed in tracksuits, even though their stature indicated no predilection ( Read more... )