Xenocide

"Into the air, into the earth, into the fire. I am with you."

Tu Me Manques

Oh what I would do, to only be with you.
 

A Dove In The Sky

I think everyone should have a list. A big list, of all the things that want to do, people they want to meet and places they want to see. A limitless list, with columns and columns. No scribbles or scratches but plenty of words. Words neatly on lines, words squished in columns and on the thin edges of the paper. Words between words, stuffed in corners and in places where there really is not enough room. Of all the things that you aspire, and hope to become. 

Everyone deserves to dream.

Create

My love for you is as sure as the sun;
as wild as the sea <3

Call Of The Wild

Time and time again I am moved by the serenity of this place. Long summery days filled with freckles, watermelon, sunshine and the cool lap of the water. Friendship, risks and adventure fill our hours and yet there is always time to do one more thing. I sit and swoon over this. I cannot wait for the future, there is so much more to come. 

Can't you feel it?

Moonlit Nights & Freckles

I believe I have waited a long time for something like this. It may be a premature thought but I can't believe how much I feel at home. HOME. I missed these thoughts, these feelings. For all that I thought I had lost, has been found. And all of these things come from you.

The Sky Is The Limit

Things are looking up, way up. Say Hello world, I'm coming your way.

Leave Me At The Roadside

Hey now, a house is not a home and you know it. 
But a heart is.

Hawthorne Heights

And yet again, that sinking feeling. Slowly dropping to the pit of my stomach. I could vomit. A glimpse of a photo and I'm done. I can't be her. In fact, I do not want to. There is no way I can be what she is to you, because I am too much like you. I can only be me. Which is strange - if only she knew, what we used to be.

So cut my wrists and black my eyes
So I can fall asleep tonight, or die,
Because you kill me.

Tear Stained Pillows

Sometimes in the darkness I just lay and lay and look up at the blackness
I think about all the "why's" and "why not's" and about all things uncertain
And then I think to myself "Maybe I'm depressed" as I think about the smudges I know are on my pillow
But then I think "Maybe this is what love is"

New Beginnings

"But what are you afraid of?"

I'm afraid of losing everything I have worked so hard to keep, in the blink of an eye. Hold me forever, I'm losing it.

In The Heart Of The Shire

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone, 
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Happily Ever After, Princess

It'll be okay, I promise.
I'd do anything to keep you.

Sleeping Beauty

I had a dream in long dark slumber. Everything was in chaos. A bloody war had erupted and my war was a shambling wreck of a fight. Life was gone and the light which had for so long been the hope of the world was extinguished. Turmult, chaos, destruction. Only memories remained, quietly sitting alongside the bloody gore that marks the battle. It haunted me and my flesh burned. But I awoke. And I sat with heavy heart in the peaceful life of reality.

But wait. This tranquil life is my dream. My hope. Destruction rules my waking hours.

To dream, I wish.

Esmerelda & The Hunchback

& so the Fool left the girl.
and there was no happily ever after.

Nuclear War

The real devastation is coming upon the realization that you do not need me in your life like I need you in mine.

Send Me Away

Oh sometimes I could just murder you.
Would you like a coffin with that?

Rise Against

What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only eyes if he is a painter, or ears if he is a musician, or a lyre in every chamber of his heart if he is a poet, or even, if he is a boxer, just his muscles? Far, far from it; at the same time, he is also a political being, constantly aware of the heartbreaking, passionate, or delightful things that happen in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. How could it be possible to feel no interest in other people, and with a cool indifference to detach yourself from the very life which they bring to you so abundantly? No, painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war.
-Russell Martin

Experimental Behaviour

I realize that I am just the result of an experiment, a victim. A drug administered to help save lives, or keep them sane. A cruel game in truth. 

Yet all that I'm feeling, experiencing, living...is true. It would be no different by any accounts, except for your word. 

So do not lie, scream or fight. Do not tell false truths in an effort to dissuade me from my point. I am not a doll, I have my own beliefs. I know you and I know exactly what I mean to say. 

And I intend to take my time.

Crime Scene

Boy, you sure know how to make a girl feel nice and abused.

L'avenir

I dislike the thought of the morrow.


And if you leave me, where do I go? Like a forgotten grave on a hilltop, who will remember where I lie? Cold and alone, under the earth. A lost soul. 

Even the dead forget.

It's A Quarantine

Sickness.

Infection, killing me slowly. 
Check my heart and take my blood. Red rivers making sure, a flood. 

My skin is fire, my veins are ice. My eyes are giving up the fight.
Infection, killing me slowly.

They have a name for it; they call it by
      y o u r n a m e
 

Ian Brown. Music of the Spheres.

It seemed clear to the Pythagoreans that the distances between the planets would have the same ratios as produced in harmonious sounds in a plucked string. To them, the solar system consisted of ten spheres revolving in circles about a central fire, each sphere giving off a sound the way a projectile makes a sound as it swished through the air: the closer spheres gave lower tones while the farther moved faster and gave higher pitched sounds. All combined into a beautiful harmony, the music of the spheres.

Abysmal

You hold a power over me that could rival the gods'. This soul, this breath of life. I belong to you.

And you belong to me; sweet moments shared. A fleeting glance in a crowd of people, a knowing smile in ancient words. Drifting souls, bound together in a memory, a photograph, and in hidden moments. Like a secret, though the truth be known, kept safe. A promise held deep and true. 

But to be together, alas no.

Shameful. Ugly. Embarrassing.

I am not a beast, I am no creature. I am a soul, innocent and beautiful. And you are the master, cruel and all-knowing. Completely aware of your every move, and they don't cause you pain. 

You feel nothing. 

How can you go on like this? Cold-hearted and empty towards the world. There must be something within you. Warmth, desire, need. But you push it all away and manipulate instead. 


But I'll never leave you.