Great FriendsA lightning bolt flashedStreaking through the skyOne bright branch ripped through the cloudsAs another tore downwardI stared in aweAwaiting the coming thunderOne...Two...Three.Four..Five..Six...Seven.BOOMOne initial boomFollowed by a tidal wave of cacophonousThunderous laughterBellowing through BaysideA car alarm blaresDistant and muffledThrough hazy humid heatSirens scream to the nightMixing bloody red lightIn lightning blue and whiteAs the storm closes in around meOne...Two...Thunder clapsMy eyesFixed on the skiesFalter as I turn and blinkIn that very momentMy vision ignitesAs my eyelids liftTwo residual sparksPure energySo filled with lifeDancingDisappearing into the nightDarting back to the skiesMy eyesBeheldBurningThe tree of deathAnd in less than a breathFelt a wave of sound zingingSinging life through my chestStill staring up in wonderIn echoingRolling thunderMy vision began to blurAs raindrops clatteredPattered against my lens
Splotchy ThoughtsOn the pageJitter, jotIn my mindPlitter, plotDrip and dropPierce the tipThrough my hipInk my mindTattoo and findThe pooling pictureBeneath my rind
Make DoLife so surrealCook up a mealMix fireworks with sunshine peelToss it inOver lilac heelTurn up the heatMelt in sweetFluttering lashesOf a hummingbird who'll greetYour blushing ashesSwimming on the wing
An Insomniac's LamentOh so tiredWish I were firedSo I wouldn't have toGo to workAw heckI need the paycheckOr else I won'tHave a roomToo bad I can'tCrawl back in the wombWhen the world is warmWhere I can be re-bornInto the coldOf an unknown foldIn the reality of ManBegin againBow and bendAgainst the brutal willOf minds of menHarsh words spokenDistort the innocent viewOf a broken boyBorn anewJust another lifeOn a wicked planetRidden with painOverflowing with strifeA beautiful elaborate slateServed to the Devil on a silver plateScratched and scornedDistorted by claws of fire and hornsSuch is the fateOf hate reincarnateIn the heart of a brokenBoy rebornHe's so tiredWishes he were firedSo he wouldn't have toGo to work
Some Nights I Need a FriendSome nightsI need a friendTo hold me closeAnd tell meMy heartIs still beatingSome nightsI need a friendTo hug me so tightTheir embrace beginsTo cut offMy circulationSo the flow of my bloodSlowsUntil my visionFadesAnd I can feel my pulseSlipping throughTheir graspTo keep meTo make meFeelAliveAnd prove that I'mNot dead insideSome nightsI need a friendTo hold me closeAnd tell meMy heartIs still beating
The Warmest Fold Between Pages of WinterCome around againWind that blowsBeyond the bendOver the curves of my snowCome around againWind that blowsSoftly against my cheekLull and whisper meInto lullabiesMake me dream of youWhile I sleepDrive me madWith every streak across my faceDrive me madWith lies and graceCome around againWind that blowsSend songs of sweetnessDown winding roadsLead me alongA Winter pathWhere fairy-tales unfoldHere is where I'll meet youWill you be here to meet me, too?I'll come backWhen the wind that blowsSends me songs of sweetnessOver the curves of my snowFrom beyond the bendWind that blowsCome around againCome around again
Is There Only Pain Inside?Why can't I get herOut of my head?Why can't I dryThese tears I shed?Why do I dreamOf her when I'm in bed?Why can't I get herOut of my head?WishingWishing she could careDrowningDrowning in my despairScreamingScreamingScreaming without airDreamingDreamingDreamingFallFallFail to catch my breathFallFallFall to DeathFallNothing in my chestBeatsI'm not the only oneI knowNot the only oneThis lostThis coldNot the only onePraying for deathNot the only oneFighting for breathNot the only oneHolding screamsSilently within my chestNot the only one
Waiting For Me With Open ArmsTrue LoveFor youI longSo manyNightsYou've beenGoneThrough allThese daysAllI've sungAre lonesomeSongsNow DeathIs nearButThis timeI face himWithoutFearI pray you'll beWaitingOn the other sideFor me
Weathering NightsBeam,Bring sight;Pierce throughImmortal night.Abate black clouds;Contest my solitude,Eternal light.Wuther; wail.Wild winds,Blow me yonder.Hope;Ponder.Sail on,Uncertainty,Through endless storm.For lifeWith love,In faith,Be warm.
PeridotI know you're scared,And I know you're blue.But, trust me.I won't hurt you.It's no secretThat you hate my friends,The Crystal Gems.You think they're a menace,Something to fear.But, I promise you.You're safe here.They won't hurt you,Because you can't hurt them.I wish it wasn't like that.I don't want to hurt you,I want to be your friend.I've come to noticeThat Homeworld doesn't know love.They think Garnet's an abomination,And my mom's a traitor that should be gotten rid of.When really, they're just Gems,Like you and everyone else.They want to do good for the world.They just see from a different perspective,Just like you.Earth isn't bad.Sure, some things can hurt you,And some people are mean.But, it's a beautiful place,At least from what I've seen.You must feel trappedWithout your toolsTo keep you fromLosing your cool.But, you don't need themTo be yourself.You'll do just as goodAs anybody else.Peridot, please.Just please understand me.I've felt fear
Forgotten HallsAn ancient, sprawling maze to me,Familiar as I grew;It housed the rise of manyAnd saw the doom of few.Never did I stop to thinkOf those that came before;All I saw was my own path,My own tracks on the floor.And now I see it once againIts age making it new,Strangers faces alienThe air of nineties, too.I stood there when they tore it down,Laughing with my friends.Not once did I stop to mournThe era come to end.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
I'll Wait by the WaterThis is the place where our memories began.A creek at the bottom of a canyon,red cliffs on either side and a giantpond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on.Paths that we created through the woodsand up and down those copper canyon wallswhile we pretended to be wild Injunsor wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse.You were on your knees,in the middle of the creek,when I found you.A neighbor girl, trespassing.I had a mind to chase you offuntil I asked what you were doing.You looked at me, smiled, and said,"Catching crawdads. Come help!"After that day, we spent Springs and Summersbuilding fort walls and chasing frogs,skipping stones and arguing baseball,sharing comic books and trading punches.You could hit as hard as any boy I knew.We had our own bridge to Terabithia,our own kingdoms of knights and castles,won the World Series with back to back homeruns,settled the Wild West and discovered gold in the mountains.My parents thought you were imaginaryuntil I bro
an atheist's prayerdear god,i planted no tulips in autumnand no tulips came in spring.how silly of me, thento mourn the empty garden,to long for fields of amsterdam,to kneel at night in cold dirt,hands folded.i’ve learned there isa certain ache in lackinga thing never had, that small itchwhose relief is two seasons past –so god, if you can hear me,know that i am homesickfor amsterdam,whose name, like yours, i knowbut whose flowers i cannot see.
How to Live in 2015Be born. That’s the easy part.Beg for new toys or take someone else’s.It doesn’t matter. Being selfish as a child is normal.Being selfish as an adult is normal. Get dirty. Stop taking everythingso seriously. You’re going to die.Don’t worry, everybody does it.Don’t fall in love, love is not a holeto fall into. Run into love, headfirst.Bite your tongue untilyou can taste the word no.Give away your secrets under a pseudonymfor someone else to sell.Chop off your arms and legs to pay for college,realize tuition rates doubled.Get a degree. Find a job. Hate your job.Find a vice. Keep it closer than your breath.Find God in an alleyway.Lose God like a set of keys. Die and be reborn as a memory.Die and be reborn as an afterthought.Die and be forgotten.Repeat.
OC Meme*Copy this into your Meme..-Choose 10 of your OC's-Answer the questions-Then tag 3 people---220.127.116.11.18.104.22.168.9.10.---1.) 3, 7, 4, and 9 go ice skating. What happens?2.) Its Christmas!!! 5 throws a christmas party and invites three people of choice. Who does he/she invite? What happens?3.) 6 catches 2 dancing/singing to the 'spice girls'. What's 6's reaction?4.) 1 and 10 are stuck in a janitor's closet. How the crap did they get in there?5.) 4 confesses his/her love for 8. What happens?6.) 3 walks in to see 6 and 7 making out in 3's closet.. What is their reactions?7.) 9 and 5 have an argument that soon turns into a fist fight. How did it start? And How does 2 try to break it up?8.) 6 and 7 are getting married! But 8 is in love with 7. What does 8 do?9.) You here a knock on your door. You open it to see every one of your OC's bursting in to your home. What do you do?10.) 2 admits to you that he/she killed 9. What do you do?11.) Everyone gat
TapestryThe morning is a tapestry...tripping over last night's grace,I watch you weave your skinand shake out your hair -soft teal and jonquilshadowing your cheekas the curtains part between your hands.Threads tangle as you turn,telling medawn is a gentle lover,and the tumble of birdsplaiting their soft noteslingers on the pillowswhere your smile is my undoing.
Life, A JourneySummer walks through the grassThinking things I thought were pastMy mind drifts along ocean wavesThis conscience lost among the mazeOf LifeA JourneyA fiery blaze