Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Honors
It's more quiet nowadays then the past.
I know I'm right but it makes me happy to know that it is silent.
When our innocent truth dies our secret lives grow.
I'm aware that there's no one without faults, but I'm happy for those who can actually erase their pasts. No conscience is just a myth because if you don't have a conscience you can't be human. Happiness from murder haha there's always something to have pride on.
Though sometimes we do something even though it may seem right and loyal. Justice isn't always there. Love with the tenderness of a mother and rule with the justice of a father.
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Thursday, March 5, 2009

G. C.
I call myself that now that I'm awake. My wings filled with shining gleams even though the dirt if falling off from my long sleep as a mortal. My eyes gray from the blindness I acquired as a man. I look down from the altitude like a statue in a high building I've rested all these years following the builders that listen to the architect of art. I'm back to fight again against the injustice I've met. Happy to slay this evil off my world and dimension I tell this demon "You won't escape this time... because I'll capture you." Don't speak to me in tongues because your words are meaningless to me right now. I shall drive you into this box and hold you hostage until the end of time. You won't hurt anyone or see light until God dies which is never. Imagery is hard when Judgment comes over shoulders and eyes. I shall protect my love from the demons of the world I've created for us.
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Leaves
I wonder what kind of leaf would I be...
I'd say an evergreen because I'm never dead.
Though I can't be that because I always change.
Maybe a new type something not thought of, like a phoenix that is born from ashes. My end may be my beginning and I'd love to come back to restart whenever I want. Anger unexplainable but I'm happy because it protects me a lot.
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I want her heart though she tells me it already belongs to the devil. I like to think that I can take it away from him but I wonder what I'd have to go through. My soul is what she tells me he'll want "no my soul is to good to go away". An angel on earth defeated by evil becomes property of the devil. "stains on my wings don't stop me from flying" I don't belong to anyone I think but I'm a sinner and I know I have to change that. "live happy, live long" that's what I want but maybe I'll choose to do the right things. She wonders if she'll ever take me; I know I'm always free to go with whoever takes me with them.
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Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Mother
"Mother don't cry please..."
I was curious of the power I had,
"I just wanted to see..."
Tears running down her cheeks,
"I've never felt that way before" she said.
"don't worry we all make mistakes" I replied.
"Should we go and be alone now?" I asked?
"yes" she said.
Today I woke up, "it's all the same"
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Monday, March 2, 2009

Silver
She has shining silver eyes.
I remember when she stared at me,
I knew she wanted something.
When speaking about living or dead,
I don't know where I'm supposed to be.
I stared back and saw the light gleam.
I saw the light shine and sparkle.
Something in me hurt so much; I
fell bleeding from my eyes and mouth.
I knew it was because of something she did.
Superstitious I felt so I wanted revenge.
When I caught her I made sure of something.
I made sure she saw me for a while.
Slowly breaking her neck and killing her air.
I knew I was happy then, happy to justify.
Justice is a superstition I thought.


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Thursday, February 26, 2009

I find myself looking at the past.
The Month I see November
I think and I realize so much.
Two broken hearts I felt, sorry
and I hate the feeling so much.
I don't see why I should run away;
I'll rather stay and fight back.
I'll make sure I never abandon you.
After all you're the one,
The one who abandoned me.
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Who's This?
My phone ringing I see.
It's on silent so the light comes on.
When I check to see who's calling
It says unknown so curiously I answer.
"hello"
"fjiewjjf"
"what?"
"fieafoej"
"who's this?"
I hear them hang up.
They spoke too fast or in another language.
Of course This time i didn't understand.
But someday I might be able to talk back.
Obviously when someone else calls me.
The next time not them because it would be late.
Too late to listen to the past so someone else.
Sentences along every single line go down.
There's a feeling i know that is lacking.
My fingers broken from all this typing.
My knees bleeding from all the falling.
The dirt from the ground clean as dirt.
What should I do now?
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Sunday, February 22, 2009

Lost Inside
I remember once when my surroundings were dark.
I tried to walk away and search for my light.
In the end I just ran straight into a wall.
I tried and tried but it was contained inside.
Within these walls I noticed that light was shining.
Through a small hole in the sky getting wider,
until eventually there was enough light to see.
I saw the walls, painted well, with all my memories.
That time when I thought I was alone,
was the time when my past held me firm inside.
Not letting anything out choosing to let me die.
I buried myself in my short stressful life.
Then I thought and spoke aloud.
"when did I change?"
I never thought I had followed the wrong path.
Screaming from my heart "please let me out".
Right then I saw the knife I had gotten for good luck.
I cut through my chest and tore it out.


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Saturday, February 21, 2009

Originality Restated.
Sometimes the original is the oldest thing.
Sometimes the original is the only unique way.
Simplicity and Originality are the best way.
Nothing really matters when you're the branch,
when you're the branch of the original.
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Friday, February 20, 2009

Impact
how it really does impact me.
to see hurt without any evidence.
the cause none at all the effect is everything
what should i believe in?
a suffering soul or the truth?
no matter what i do either way is wrong
i can't just watch them be that way
i can't just help one of them.
what is an ally?
what is an ally in this fight?
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