Her deeds as a harlot - her unearthed betrayal transcend the limits of callousness.
Eyes frantic with thrill and numbed as corpse - anticipatory of retort for her need to transgress.
Shocking?
Hardly.
She speaks with the tongue of a charlatan queen too long bereft of honour,
The serpent sheds its accountability and steps on the field to conquer.
Who is she?
Free of burdens – her discretions – her hatched wings soar her into disgrace
Imparted with nothing, admired by none and with cracks in her imposturous face.
'Why do you anger?'
A coup d'état on all I have known – staged by blood - devoid of care and mercy
The charlatan queen – t
Reassuring whispers, to distract from your pain, to disguise
She pierces your thoughts, through your mask, through your eyes.
But a young soul, so entranced and bewildered
Unexposed and delighted, delicate and unwithered.
Intentions of purity, and a yearning for content
Discovering peace in this spherical embodiment.
She starts a fire in your seemingly eternal winter
A vine of thoughts, sprawling, embedding their splinters.
But she is trapped, entwined in her spiraling web
Encased are her thoughts, inside the ruins of her head.
She can feel you, see you, look upon you fondly
But her soul is unreachable, and for that, she is so
Reflecting upon encounters of late, drawn from the heart or the
mind?
Seized by the energy, gestures so quaint, into you I entwined.
Encapsulated, overwhelming affection, unsure of my own desires
Time overshaded, seeming perfection, ignition of burned out fires
Your vines grow, towering, sprawling, eagerly expecting equality
Instead, I wilt, I flee, you retract, disheartened and unwillingly
Blame is laid unto you in your eyes, and yet, is it you, or perhaps it is I?
Regret does not fill me, nor remorse or disdain, yet sadness is seemingly nigh
Clouded by our mist, we are aimless, and yet so full of purpose
I dare not take the risk,
Writhing with discontent, she yearns to break this skin, this vessel.
Selfish deeds beckon her loathing within, these narcissists whose intentions, ill.
She is dragged along silently, knowing of this withered path, no end in sight.
Perhaps accepting, perhaps numb to her decay, her perpetual plight.
Benevolence decomposed, spawning her belligerent consciousness
Imminent nihilism, what glimmer exists of righteousness?
Can but a portion of hope in her collapsing spirit can be salvaged?
Her soul caves, her walls tumble, no retreat through this barrage.
Knowing not of their doing, or perhaps knowing all
Shy away do they, at the s
To what ludicrous entity may one lay blame
Such convulsive actions...to force fuel to the flame
Is this remource? Or is this empowerment?
Passion in it's rawest form...pouring from this lament
Will one fade and curl as the light no longer glistens?
But a shadow of the former, a cloud on my ambitions
Unknown to me, this determination, this will
Triggered by a glance, intensified, instilled
Swaying in the breeze, hanging on your every breath
Let it fall? Let it fade? Will you conjure its death?
Your eyes follow, unknowingly torturing
With but a stare, but a word.... so alluring
Lost in a gaze, stolen am I, such a poet
Romanti
A thousand gestures...A thousand words...merely words to thee
Convoluted undertones lay beneath...intertwining..while I flee
You stare through me...hopeless...transparent...withering
No mind is paid...she is simple...she means nothing...
Brushed aside...forgotten...for your vanity arises
Bury my scars...through a thousand disguises
Glass coated eyes stare back...to draw curtains on my thoughts
See not, will you, the effect of your taunts
Thrown away with the waste, to return when you beckon
Enduring your waves...to smooth the sand for my impression
Disappearing...washed away...I again...make my imprint
Lost cause...pointle
Whispered seduction trickling from this being
Devoured, enduring...every moment she's braving
Discarded, dismissed, she curls into her cell
Remaining, her fears and insecurities dwell
She is touched, and she rises once more to the passion
Wanting to be wanted, rescued from this prison
Unknowingly contributing to the restrictive barriers
Foolishly tasting the demons she conjures
How beautiful they are in the moments of bliss
How perfect, their kisses goodbye as she sinks into the abyss
Suddenly they are without sight, without conscience
Oblivious? Ignorant? Remource, not a pittance
Care not, do they for her pittiful tears
Want
Intriguing one finds this infatuation with desire
Poisoning one's thoughts with a yearning to acquire
One's carefully constructed mindset disintegrates
Stripping away the stone mask as it viciously penetrates
Vicariously feeding from the passion of others
Envious, bitterness for the fortunate lovers
Nostalgically dreaming of one's moments now passed
Dragged back by reality to confront the contrast
Regret it is not, nor resentment or disdain,
But discontentment emerging for one's created constrains
Self inflicted, these binds that so boldy entwine..
One's chances of obtaining the purely divine
Clinging to observations ma
It rises and falls from the pits of my emotions
Feeding from envy, disdain, twisted notions
Theoretical answers, analytical perceptions
Soul searching, digging to find only deceptions
Overloading, poisonous inundations
Overwhelming, it rises, convulsive sensations
Move, lunge, hurt, realease
In lifelessness there is peace
I feel you, scratching for the outside
Supress you, ignore you until you subside
Lingering, pacing, filling me with resentment
No rest, never rest, preventing contentment
When will you cease to be?
Cling to it in desperation, the last fragmented portion
Draw it closer as it slips through your perceptual distortion
Its fleeing from your twisted thoughts and ludicrous suggestions
Its frightened of this cell youve built, your logic now in question
Oblivious they are to truths that consume you every second
Ignorant they are to you and your voices that persistently beckon
What lays beneath the surface scratching tauntingly to escape
If unleashed would summon hell and leave the world agape
It will devour them all as a consequence and result of their indifference
It will strengthen your insanity and alter your
Her deeds as a harlot - her unearthed betrayal transcend the limits of callousness.
Eyes frantic with thrill and numbed as corpse - anticipatory of retort for her need to transgress.
Shocking?
Hardly.
She speaks with the tongue of a charlatan queen too long bereft of honour,
The serpent sheds its accountability and steps on the field to conquer.
Who is she?
Free of burdens – her discretions – her hatched wings soar her into disgrace
Imparted with nothing, admired by none and with cracks in her imposturous face.
'Why do you anger?'
A coup d'état on all I have known – staged by blood - devoid of care and mercy
The charlatan queen – t
Reassuring whispers, to distract from your pain, to disguise
She pierces your thoughts, through your mask, through your eyes.
But a young soul, so entranced and bewildered
Unexposed and delighted, delicate and unwithered.
Intentions of purity, and a yearning for content
Discovering peace in this spherical embodiment.
She starts a fire in your seemingly eternal winter
A vine of thoughts, sprawling, embedding their splinters.
But she is trapped, entwined in her spiraling web
Encased are her thoughts, inside the ruins of her head.
She can feel you, see you, look upon you fondly
But her soul is unreachable, and for that, she is so
Reflecting upon encounters of late, drawn from the heart or the
mind?
Seized by the energy, gestures so quaint, into you I entwined.
Encapsulated, overwhelming affection, unsure of my own desires
Time overshaded, seeming perfection, ignition of burned out fires
Your vines grow, towering, sprawling, eagerly expecting equality
Instead, I wilt, I flee, you retract, disheartened and unwillingly
Blame is laid unto you in your eyes, and yet, is it you, or perhaps it is I?
Regret does not fill me, nor remorse or disdain, yet sadness is seemingly nigh
Clouded by our mist, we are aimless, and yet so full of purpose
I dare not take the risk,
Writhing with discontent, she yearns to break this skin, this vessel.
Selfish deeds beckon her loathing within, these narcissists whose intentions, ill.
She is dragged along silently, knowing of this withered path, no end in sight.
Perhaps accepting, perhaps numb to her decay, her perpetual plight.
Benevolence decomposed, spawning her belligerent consciousness
Imminent nihilism, what glimmer exists of righteousness?
Can but a portion of hope in her collapsing spirit can be salvaged?
Her soul caves, her walls tumble, no retreat through this barrage.
Knowing not of their doing, or perhaps knowing all
Shy away do they, at the s
To what ludicrous entity may one lay blame
Such convulsive actions...to force fuel to the flame
Is this remource? Or is this empowerment?
Passion in it's rawest form...pouring from this lament
Will one fade and curl as the light no longer glistens?
But a shadow of the former, a cloud on my ambitions
Unknown to me, this determination, this will
Triggered by a glance, intensified, instilled
Swaying in the breeze, hanging on your every breath
Let it fall? Let it fade? Will you conjure its death?
Your eyes follow, unknowingly torturing
With but a stare, but a word.... so alluring
Lost in a gaze, stolen am I, such a poet
Romanti
A thousand gestures...A thousand words...merely words to thee
Convoluted undertones lay beneath...intertwining..while I flee
You stare through me...hopeless...transparent...withering
No mind is paid...she is simple...she means nothing...
Brushed aside...forgotten...for your vanity arises
Bury my scars...through a thousand disguises
Glass coated eyes stare back...to draw curtains on my thoughts
See not, will you, the effect of your taunts
Thrown away with the waste, to return when you beckon
Enduring your waves...to smooth the sand for my impression
Disappearing...washed away...I again...make my imprint
Lost cause...pointle
Whispered seduction trickling from this being
Devoured, enduring...every moment she's braving
Discarded, dismissed, she curls into her cell
Remaining, her fears and insecurities dwell
She is touched, and she rises once more to the passion
Wanting to be wanted, rescued from this prison
Unknowingly contributing to the restrictive barriers
Foolishly tasting the demons she conjures
How beautiful they are in the moments of bliss
How perfect, their kisses goodbye as she sinks into the abyss
Suddenly they are without sight, without conscience
Oblivious? Ignorant? Remource, not a pittance
Care not, do they for her pittiful tears
Want
Intriguing one finds this infatuation with desire
Poisoning one's thoughts with a yearning to acquire
One's carefully constructed mindset disintegrates
Stripping away the stone mask as it viciously penetrates
Vicariously feeding from the passion of others
Envious, bitterness for the fortunate lovers
Nostalgically dreaming of one's moments now passed
Dragged back by reality to confront the contrast
Regret it is not, nor resentment or disdain,
But discontentment emerging for one's created constrains
Self inflicted, these binds that so boldy entwine..
One's chances of obtaining the purely divine
Clinging to observations ma
It rises and falls from the pits of my emotions
Feeding from envy, disdain, twisted notions
Theoretical answers, analytical perceptions
Soul searching, digging to find only deceptions
Overloading, poisonous inundations
Overwhelming, it rises, convulsive sensations
Move, lunge, hurt, realease
In lifelessness there is peace
I feel you, scratching for the outside
Supress you, ignore you until you subside
Lingering, pacing, filling me with resentment
No rest, never rest, preventing contentment
When will you cease to be?
Your swollen discontent rips open
this scar on which we stand.
Like the distorted visions seen while staring
through your opaque surface, Nothing is
unclear anymore. More or less...
...disturbing.
As the last
cloud sets on fire, your entity is
consumed by greed and
hate.
Spread your wings, only
to have them fall apart. Your discontented
sigh will wipe the pallette clean, as the armaggedon
rips the marrow from your bones.
Cursed by the saints, We'll burn in hell.
You and I.
In this time i feel foresaken
Denied by god and feared by satan
Should i or should i not indulge in this illusion
It fades to nothing, dissapears, and causes me confusion
How can something once so true turn into tearing lies?
Like a rose once so alive,
Slowly withers and dies
Like a pheonix, such grace and purity
All will fall beneath its wings and fear its evil fury
I run to my beloved sanctuary
But there my angel crys
Weep Not my love for you are mine eternally and are perfect in thine eyes
But then i wake from slumber and the illusion
once again fades to nothing
But the love still lies, not but a flinch
Can love be everlast
Current Residence: Geelong Favourite genre of music: Metal Favourite style of art: Poetry And Prose Operating System: XP MP3 player of choice: Winamp Wallpaper of choice: Anything that tickles my fancy Favourite cartoon character: ZIM! Personal Quote: The only way to know death is to embrace it, but death is only the beginning
Favourite Movies
Monty Python and the holy grail
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Metallica
Favourite Games
FFXI , COD4
Other Interests
Music/singing, Playing Pool, Sleeping, Photography
Not going to bother writing a novel...
However, you can disregard my previous journal entry.
I am no longer in love, and no longer with the man I thought was my life partner.
Such is life!
As a result, I will undoubtedly be writing a whole lot more, given my current circumstances, so stand by for some more poetic venting! <3
wow.. ok don't have the internet anymore so here's a quick update.. got a new man now and for once... No complaints! he's great, I'm great... everything's great! the end :P
Ok just recently broken up with yet ANOTHER bf. Screw it, I'm becoming a nun, A NUN PEOPLE! Anyyyyyyyyyyyhoo, Still looking for a job, live by myself, have no life... blah blah blah and the usual. Just thought i'd update this thing considering i haven't touched it in over a year =/ TOODLOO
yes gir lol Gir : Gir reporting for duty Zim : GIR? what does the G stand for? Gir: i DONT know! weeeeee hee hee hee weeeeeeee Zim: um its kind of..... stupid... The Tallest: Its not stupid! its advanced!