"Foolish girl."
An echo. Reverberating throughout my head like a shout at the ledge of a canyon. Somewhere in the cavern of my mind sits the truth. Fragments appear. Casually, but lingering only for a fleeting moment until the looming presence of my mind beings to shift its focus; and just like that, it's gone.
"He doesn't love you."
Forcing out empty though. Finding safe havens in the emptiness. The blank. Where there is no thought there is no fear.
"And he will leave."
Always present. Sitting in the corner, whispering bitter words throughout my skin. Smirking at the thought of hope. He waits.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Search for Truth
In a world of fake, false and lies, where are we to turn to?
Grab your mask and put on your smile princess
Cry out to God as you put on your new face
Eventually we'll forget what is behind it
We'll live our lives becoming something fake
Who I am, who you are is nothing
The world is matched by a stream of perfect faces
No one would think to ask us if we died
But we all march to the song of the dead
"Song of the Dead"
We're all here.
Grab your mask and put on your smile princess
Cry out to God as you put on your new face
Eventually we'll forget what is behind it
We'll live our lives becoming something fake
Who I am, who you are is nothing
The world is matched by a stream of perfect faces
No one would think to ask us if we died
But we all march to the song of the dead
"Song of the Dead"
We're all here.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Out of Our Reach
'listen' he said.
'do you hear it? the faint breath of air on the wind. it's a melody.'
'listen' she said.
'do you hear it? it's pulsing. passionate in its liberty. i've never heard such a song'
'listen' he said.
'do you hear it? a whisper of leaves echoes the refrain. harmonies arising now too. softly. like the waves of the ocean; gently.'
'listen' she said.
'freedom. rising in tone. not happy or sad. but complete.'
'listen' he said.
'this is the song of love.'
"And is this unattainable?"
'do you hear it? the faint breath of air on the wind. it's a melody.'
'listen' she said.
'do you hear it? it's pulsing. passionate in its liberty. i've never heard such a song'
'listen' he said.
'do you hear it? a whisper of leaves echoes the refrain. harmonies arising now too. softly. like the waves of the ocean; gently.'
'listen' she said.
'freedom. rising in tone. not happy or sad. but complete.'
'listen' he said.
'this is the song of love.'
"And is this unattainable?"
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
& In The Storm
How dare you.
My head pounds, equal to the feeling in my heart. What a complex thing. The rhythmic beat throughout my body. Echoed in my skull. My skull. This isn't something for you to witness. Hide your eyes while I hide my heart. I shake. Vibrate. Rage, anger, ferocity of raw emotion. Cut me open, make me bleed. Take the damn thing out of my chest, for you feel no fear, no regrets. This is it. Ask me what it's like. It's cold. N u m b i n g . The feeling, much like the word, slides over my tongue, across my lips. No longer pain. No longer anything. Raw, blistering numbness. Emptiness. BLACK. That's what it's like. A gaping, abysmal chasm. A cavern. With endless seas and starless skies. Full of turmoil, grief and anguish. The endlessness of it all. Violently fighting off emotions only to be replaced by something equally violent.
Wait.
I feel...something; deep within my soul. At the bottom of the black sea lies a secret. A thought. Buried long before the storm began. Thunder. Lightning. Clouds rolled so thick and black there is no line between sea and sky. Struggling waves and choking spray. Rain from the heavens mixed with the salty bitterness of the sea. Tears? The skies are crying now too. The clouds lightening and opening so that the stars may slowly weep across the sky. There is a calmness. Between the blackness I cannot see. A song emerges from the distance. From where I cannot tell. Melodic. Stricken. I feel cold. But now I can see. There is life stirring. A light shines. The sun. Bubbling from the sea a thought arises. A secret.
You cannot hurt me.
My head pounds, equal to the feeling in my heart. What a complex thing. The rhythmic beat throughout my body. Echoed in my skull. My skull. This isn't something for you to witness. Hide your eyes while I hide my heart. I shake. Vibrate. Rage, anger, ferocity of raw emotion. Cut me open, make me bleed. Take the damn thing out of my chest, for you feel no fear, no regrets. This is it. Ask me what it's like. It's cold. N u m b i n g . The feeling, much like the word, slides over my tongue, across my lips. No longer pain. No longer anything. Raw, blistering numbness. Emptiness. BLACK. That's what it's like. A gaping, abysmal chasm. A cavern. With endless seas and starless skies. Full of turmoil, grief and anguish. The endlessness of it all. Violently fighting off emotions only to be replaced by something equally violent.
Wait.
I feel...something; deep within my soul. At the bottom of the black sea lies a secret. A thought. Buried long before the storm began. Thunder. Lightning. Clouds rolled so thick and black there is no line between sea and sky. Struggling waves and choking spray. Rain from the heavens mixed with the salty bitterness of the sea. Tears? The skies are crying now too. The clouds lightening and opening so that the stars may slowly weep across the sky. There is a calmness. Between the blackness I cannot see. A song emerges from the distance. From where I cannot tell. Melodic. Stricken. I feel cold. But now I can see. There is life stirring. A light shines. The sun. Bubbling from the sea a thought arises. A secret.
You cannot hurt me.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Eternity
From my skull flows freely my thoughts.
Across galaxies we cannot fathom
Out of Earth's gentle grasp
Where there is no time
No need for rationality, for thought
Only the light of stars to guide us
And countless space to call our home
I think so much about space, and freedom and infinite nothingness that sometimes they all become one. Freedom is empty when you are one with everything. It's a terrifying thought when you truly ponder it. It doesn't end. We are "programmed" knowing that there is an end to everything. We cannot comprehend things that do not end. The road will end, the country ends, the piece of really long licorice eventually has an end. Even if you travel all the way around the world there will still be an end! Because it is a circle, in fact a sphere, and even if you go around it, you still come back to where you began and therefore have an end. But space...space is a whole other matter. You can go out there and continue forever. Forever is such a powerful word. It is a force in itself. There is "no end". We cannot fathom what that means, we cannot imagine it, even though you are also taught you can imagine anything. But this, this is mind blowing.
Take my hand and we'll run forever into eternity.
Across galaxies we cannot fathom
Out of Earth's gentle grasp
Where there is no time
No need for rationality, for thought
Only the light of stars to guide us
And countless space to call our home
I think so much about space, and freedom and infinite nothingness that sometimes they all become one. Freedom is empty when you are one with everything. It's a terrifying thought when you truly ponder it. It doesn't end. We are "programmed" knowing that there is an end to everything. We cannot comprehend things that do not end. The road will end, the country ends, the piece of really long licorice eventually has an end. Even if you travel all the way around the world there will still be an end! Because it is a circle, in fact a sphere, and even if you go around it, you still come back to where you began and therefore have an end. But space...space is a whole other matter. You can go out there and continue forever. Forever is such a powerful word. It is a force in itself. There is "no end". We cannot fathom what that means, we cannot imagine it, even though you are also taught you can imagine anything. But this, this is mind blowing.
Take my hand and we'll run forever into eternity.
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