The Land of NineteenWaking, walking, mindfully unaware of everything and nothing The half-sleep between twilight and moonlightThe Land of Nineteen
The world reflected, darkened, distorted, refracted through the tears in my eyes Bastardized, but not unloved
According to Fox News this show is all the rage provocative, complex, brutal A critically acclaimed masterpiece written for the masses
The tickets say sixty-six hundred hours and six minutes, don't be late, you'll miss your chance, To be slaughtered by someone else's apathy
A linguistic ballet, a failure in the second act, op
Razorblade MemoirsMortal screams Scarred with pain unfold; As dying whispers Chill crumbling bones.Razorblade Memoirs
Failing light In darkening realms, Shattered hearts Within curses dwell.
Alone we live And Alone we die; But together we mouth A deafening cry.
Passing each day In a subverted haze; Feigning the rules Under watchful gaze
To make them listen And create our proof, Memoirs burning, Of the razorblade youth.
Paperback ManCreased and torn, the cover of an old paperback; his youth, faded with time.Paperback Man
Gold-gilded lettering still shining after all these years; his aristocratic appearance, clean, polished.
Raw parchment between my fingers, gritted, rough pages; his worn calloused hands.
Bold, dark ink vividly contrasting the cream white pages; his voice, grating on my mind.
Small, organized letters combining to write a bigger tale; his life, structured by moments.
Page numbers, analytical, systematic, sequential, his logical though
Realms of Despair - SurvivalA world built on friendship, trust, hopes and dreams. This place begins as a small barren wilderland. As a life matures, so does this world. It thrives off the good fortune and beliefs of its creator. As the master lives, so does the realm of this place, seeds of being are sown upon the fertile grounds of happiness. The place becomes a sanctuary, which the creator can return to, and feel again safe, free from the deceit and pressures of daily life.Realms of Despair - Survival
As the world grows, it becomes more intricate, and more invulnerable. The Shepard of the realm returns more often, seeking the soothing peace and tranquility presented by this pl
The StainsThe StainsThe Stains
Are there streets you will not walk? Perhaps past the forget-me-trees in fragrant summer. They are heavy with the sound of God
tearing at the heavens, listening to humidity plod with the odors of sex and day lillies.
Our days stream out like ribbon by the yard. Will we live two houses down? Will we write or talk over tea?
Soon our youth time will devour; what we are will cease to be. We will fold inward hour by hour to no regard
but to breathe in the missteps of the flock.
I beg you, miss not the obvious:
As the barn owl clings to it’s rafte
Of Leaders and AnimalsOf Leaders and AnimalsOf Leaders and Animals
The brave, lined in silver, Pressing their hands deep into their hips Stand on the mountain and proclaim with all their might "I shall give all, and die for the land"
And their families are readily expendable As are their comforts, their commodities, When the light is shining through the trees And the horizon is a grassy ridge
But when the moon is masked by clouds And the ridge is covered in armor and swords The only thing, indeed, they give Is wind, behind them, in their fleeing wake
For man is nothing but a dog &n
Finding My RealityAltered my state again. Avoiding reality…sinking, lurking, and melting beneath it. What is reality anyway? What!? White suburban luxury, maggot infested slum, psychotic mental instability? I search daily for this reality I am told I hold distorted. I am told that my reality is warped, is constructed merely in my own mind. While I chuckle below my lungs, I remember that is true with everyone. Sometimes I wonder, while everyone hurries to their next destination, why. Why do we exist? Why do we preserver when that is simply all we are doing? Crawling and dragging our wasted dreams up a hill, falling and flailing to the bottom, only toFinding My Reality
Crashing Foreign Cars
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I want to see the light leave your eyes.
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"There's something in his eyes that tells me this is the life for me."
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"Success aint only based on self esteem, it takes a sense to differentiate between yours and someone else's dreams..."
"What don't kill will just make me crazier."
-Eyedea and Abilities
called ya late last night, prolly got the drunken message
called today again, but still no answer. i am glad you found something to do, be it work, party or sleep. i hope you arent just avoiding my call or something, cuz we seemed to be ok the last time we talked. i hope something hasn't shifted.
so when are you going back to kato? are we still on for sunday? and what time do the dorms open up again?
later. tiffany
you can catch me here, online, or at home....i dunno where my dysfunctional ass will be.
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"Success aint only based on self esteem, it takes a sense to differentiate between yours and someone else's dreams..."
"What don't kill will just make me crazier."
-Eyedea and Abilities
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