The burning star rises only to see me engulfed in flames.

The walls speak of moral condensation, only to be coersed into burying our scars.
I have been cleansed--- No longer searching for that diamond in the mud, for I have been found by something much greater.
Silence.
I have been imploding at the seams for years, yearning for brass stitches. 
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He couldn't help but stare.

The record player has been running for over an hour, and still he does not feel like dancing. The clock keeps ticking, yet he still does not want to keep track of it. His life keeps sprinting by him, and he does nothing but stare as it bleeds into him. His guilt is the only thing he did not stare at--- He grinned at his ( Read more... )

 She had found her muse.

After two decades of searching, she found the body bag she dreamed of. A lesser woman may have settled for less, but she knew nothing but this could satisfy her. She climbed in to get a feel for her new home. Her new life. Her new forever. It felt warm; Comforting to the senses she could still claim were intact.

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The world seemed so hollow through his eyes.
          Colors appeared grey; Birds never sang; Food tasted like what he imagined normal people calling "styrofoam"--- Everything was bland. Everything was transparent. Everything was He. It wasn't always this way though. 
At one point, he called himself content. Content bled into complacent.  ( Read more... )

 He had lost himself before, but never amongst so many trees. Their branches drenched in a fine red wine, and the fallen leaves covered in thick frost. A deep breath, followed by the icy shadow of his whisper. He doesn't say much; Just what he thinks will grab your attention. Nobody hears him. Trees cannot listen. How could anyone expect them to? ( Read more... )

I slept from 6:00 to 9:10 PM. Not a good idea. I have to be at work at 8:30, maybe if I get drunk I can fall asleep at a decent time. Yeah, let's try that. I have a feeling these next few months will be tough, but better than the last few. Things will change. My surroundings will change. My attitude will change. Maybe I'll even change. Something ( Read more... )

And I won't be there when you're all alone.

I would spend forever proving it to you if you would let me.

I don't want to work today.

But I have to.

I don't want to look anybody in the eyes.

But I have to.

I don't want to deal with the snow.

But I have to.

I don't want to open up my heart.

But I have to.

I haven't posted anything in 199 Weeks, according to the (what seems to be) new LJ. Where has all the time gone? Oh wait, I know. Yargh. I'm totally going to start using this again. Or maybe not. I'm fickle, so we'll see what happens. I have to pay rent today. Work is slow. I have had a rough few months. Thank God for VUSE, and it's ability to let ( Read more... )

frost and whispers are all that hold you here. when forests and oceans are nothing but a memory, our ship sinks into the cold. ill pound my fists on the ice until it breaks you like your cocaine mirror. stay where you are, for you will never burn. like a poisoned ice-pic, i still feel you. though you are comatose, we still find time to argue. i ( Read more... )