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Its wierd, I can write pieces that to some, seem really unhappy and fucked up, but I always believe there can be more beauty in the darkest of things, rather than things in life, that are just pretty on the surface. I need to pull my finger out, I havent written anything new in some weeks. I love the current situation, I have written some of my best stuff in the last 3 months, James was only the topic of ONE half decent poem, Phil being the maestro he is, musically and in ways he doesnt know, makes me want to write pages of prose. I have written some great stuff as a result of feeling compelled to, as of late... more is always better though... the more i write, the more negative energy gets 'exorcised' and the more creativity flows onto the page.
For Phil.
When the curtain is drawn you
Will see what is within
Torn, defiled skeletal remains
Of the most glorious flower
With roots expanding into the ageless soil
I stand and watch it fall away
You are so mounrful, missing past
Lifetimes, joyous, tranquil
All that is left is a clock moving
Faster than time
To stand still and watch the
World come alive would
Bring the longing of contentment together
I miss that shadow
I can no more touch its
Dark remanants, than your torn flesh
You are wasting away, your beauty wiped away
With your tears and mourning
When your funeral comes
I will weep for once was
What once could have been
Let me hold you whole
And bring light
To your slowly dying embers.
One more, just for the sake of it.. i dont normally put my writing on LJ but i am worried people on my list have the idea i have turned into a pile of jelly hehehe... im still here, just not very communicative as of late.
This one i would like to make into a song, i have even asked phil soon to write riffage for it... as you can imagine, if i have it my way, it will be very metal and with very complex guitar work, compliments of the man hehehe..
As she ventured
Away from all she knew
She became mine.
Limp, numb, no life was there,
Owning her soul
Lifeless doll, vacant eyes
I stole her name
Took her breath, just a corpse
Recollection of a life half lived,
Decending like cold white snow,
I loved her once
I grasped her heart
Locked her beauty,
Away, lost forever
It was easy
One swift gash, I killed her
Deep red, impaled
Ruined soft, white
Wordless void
Extreme power was mine
Never to speak
There she stayed, I love her.
For Phil.
When the curtain is drawn you
Will see what is within
Torn, defiled skeletal remains
Of the most glorious flower
With roots expanding into the ageless soil
I stand and watch it fall away
You are so mounrful, missing past
Lifetimes, joyous, tranquil
All that is left is a clock moving
Faster than time
To stand still and watch the
World come alive would
Bring the longing of contentment together
I miss that shadow
I can no more touch its
Dark remanants, than your torn flesh
You are wasting away, your beauty wiped away
With your tears and mourning
When your funeral comes
I will weep for once was
What once could have been
Let me hold you whole
And bring light
To your slowly dying embers.
One more, just for the sake of it.. i dont normally put my writing on LJ but i am worried people on my list have the idea i have turned into a pile of jelly hehehe... im still here, just not very communicative as of late.
This one i would like to make into a song, i have even asked phil soon to write riffage for it... as you can imagine, if i have it my way, it will be very metal and with very complex guitar work, compliments of the man hehehe..
As she ventured
Away from all she knew
She became mine.
Limp, numb, no life was there,
Owning her soul
Lifeless doll, vacant eyes
I stole her name
Took her breath, just a corpse
Recollection of a life half lived,
Decending like cold white snow,
I loved her once
I grasped her heart
Locked her beauty,
Away, lost forever
It was easy
One swift gash, I killed her
Deep red, impaled
Ruined soft, white
Wordless void
Extreme power was mine
Never to speak
There she stayed, I love her.