An offer, a lovely deal A poisonous treaty to sign a sadistic offer, a final meal a contract with eternal bind. Sign it, sign it, with your blood bind you, by you, all for the love of money, greed, plain and easy can't you live on-the-go and freely?
A beautiful banquet of fires and wind of tearing down and breaking up, of destroying all that's ever been. a serene river of magma in the flow of its tread fall the paths of the broken and their shadows, long dead. in the tiresome shudder of an illness long gone in the ghosts of another lives a future, right and strong.
i miss people and things, smiles and good times. i miss the days where i felt mostathome,
those days i wasn’t alone.
“Force, a silent breath of strength
placing time three steps behind.
Pushing back beyond all space,
moments in a moment-less time.
A push, a pull, a sequence of strength
not beyond our limits, not beyond our mindslength
but always beyond our force, always beyond our toils.
Always beyond our eyes, invisible to sight.
Driving winds and pouring rain,
and all the time I thought it vain.
To sit outside and wish to be,
one with all the strength I see.
Just a force of breath, a breeze,
fighting back the trees’ strong grip.
All this courage, this force I see,
and of the ice-burg, it’s only the tip.”
just another broken sketch of words
waiting for another chance to shine
when in reality it lies broken and lost
wishing for new life, no matter what the cost.
Curving, sliding, ever down
through the rivers of plastic.
tears of the sky, bred from a frown
swiveling ever down.
The heart of the skies, in tear-form tonight, caught by my slow pink umbrella.
We’re all here for a reason. i only hope we don’t forget it.
“Smooth as silk the stars at night
velvet in the sky’s pale light
Flowing ever down and under
Cold and frosty, rumbling thunder.
A stream, a river of broken dreams
chilled to the touch and silent it seems.
Never forget the way by the water,
for all the way we’ve come, we’re together no longer…”
what has been done for you,
don’t you know who you are?
you are more than the choices that you’ve made,
you are more than the sum of your past mistakes. you are more than the problems you create. you’ve been remade.” -Tenth Avenue North
darkness in hand
a crafted ball of flame a-burning
slowly sinking down into
the depths of darkness, no light’s discerning
the flames of light
we’re sinking down into
this faded and depthless
what we’re hiding from, behind our screens and fake smiles.