Night is nigh

bland finish to an array of inputs,
it's just tiresome dragging itself further,
fear is that drive, which shouldn't be,
scream for one night, 'cause two is too much.

kolan,
I wonder how deep it was meant for,
call it racism, but blame the generation,
what's perception when yours is theirs.

tears from another becomes a fragile nexus,
their sorrow awakens that subtle smile,
connotations of bliss from depression,
it's truly beautiful ugly,
to love the broken,
only when you're broken because of love.

abandon a child and he becomes independent,
abandon your emotions and you won't become.




cry murder in the sky,
black feathers, you're one to wonder.

Lifecycle

5

Without another word,
You walked out of my life,
But it's ‘cause I let you walk out of my mind,
And I ain't missing you no more,
‘Cause the mind that missed you once,
is the same one that says goodbye.


The smaller pieces that once came together,
are now just fragments on the floor,
'cause the setting that I once envisioned
is just a hollow frame of bone,
There goes the start and progressing footprint,
But the end cannot be seen,
The ocean is just too vast to find our washed away steps,
To see how we would eventually part.


And I see the world as a shadowed labyrinth,
While you see it as a clock going 5 minutes too slow,
Days go by not longing to see the days go by,
You may still be beautiful on the inside,
But you're no longer beautiful to me.


Why is it that the past always look lovelier?
Could it be to make up for a messed up future?
There's no more need to rush to save us,
‘cause that would only help me to get over you.


I thought that I was careful enough,
But then you became the cliché that shouldn't have been.
To play the role in keeping your smile on,
And not smiling one myself,
Don't want to hear your faults without the action,
Or to hear those comforts that needs to be triggered.


And I see the world as a shadowed labyrinth,
While you see it as a clock going 5 minutes too slow,
Days go by not longing to see the days go by,
You may still be beautiful on the inside,
But you're no longer beautiful to me.

Even if it takes awhile, I'll wait right here until I see that smile

♥
-Saosin, Cold, Eve 6, Shawn Mullins, Rascall Flatts-

We speak in different voices
When fighting with the ones we've loved
We speak in different voices
Why can't we say what we're thinking of

Kind of like the waves, that roll their whole life towards somewhere crashing on the shore
That's blown in by the wind, that carries the clouds to hide my wish on a fallen star

Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye, tomorrow's gonna come too soon

Everything's gonna be all right,
Rockabye, rockabye.
Everything's gonna be all right,
Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye

But here comes goodbye

you

Purple Paragon

Ever the same,
Varies with bits from the comforting routine,
Ending the day with a phone call,
Laying still so gently,
Yearning for a purpose,
Needless to say, i am blessed...

Time struts at its own pace,
Opening up doors and closing windows elsewhere,
However it was not, it sure is beautiful as it is.

Kept to make sure it would flourish,
Heaped on with a pile of cares,
Elevated in comfort,
Never a burden, always a blessing,
Given time and effort, this would last...

Let the trials and blissful seasons remind you,
It would take a whole lot more to break this bond,
Now all there is to do, is live, love, laugh...
-------------------------------------------------------
like memories repeating on a record,
you are treasured, all the way into the core.

the internet screams to the world,
the black album is filled with the needed intimacy,
you know the sentimentality it's meant for,
an open chest encased in its own world.

Happy Birthday my dear paragon,
loves.
<3

Sowing Ignorance

Don't need this,
Can't not have that,
To those who share it,
I applaud you.




complain has yet to meet pathetic,
so, that won't happen.

Uninvited

go on and face the world at its back,
it plays dirty anyway,
no matter which direction you're at,
it'll stab you in the back.
your fault,
its is sphere.

too much so Your face,
too little so Your voice,
we don't get it,
we don't not get it.

picture,
4 cents worth, none the richer;
now picture,
having half of 3, and a broken bit of 1;
story of my life.
so far, that is.

pretentious?
no.
tolerant?
still no.
sensible?
seems so.