and He that waits in silence
can be brought by torrential islands
when surges of breaking sands
meet Ships that break their hands
and wild to the animals grow
beyond arm and finger, foot and toe
and the boy kept telling stories
and they assumed he knew he was
parting flesh around thin metals
filling capillaries with soot and oil
where we are not what we are used to
we are not what we were meant to be
and this burden of being extraordinary
comes at the price of compassionless shores
the rest of the world staring
whispering back never more
so this is it
ths is that point we forgot about
that point we said we would never have to remember
how long has it been? how many seasons have we seen
has it been but a single storm with many eyes
can you be the thing i fled from all along?
this must be it
just as i feared it to be
the marvellous horsemen
and his name was death, and sickness and judgment
our names were babylon and abbadon
and i, appolyon can only be the bearer of wormwood
can relevation look so beautiful
could the end of the world have no sound?
could burning feel just like screaming
can your voice scorch my flesh mor than it does now?
our meen seek death this
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the refuge behind our absence
this i write,
for you my lady
so in time of need
you can be reassured
i will come for you
in glorious spleandour
and to you i will give
the rest of my tears
and we will mix
your sobbs and sorrows
with the ones ive shed
while you were away
but as for this moment
i find peaceful solitude
in that day we spent together
and i held your heart close to mine
remember me
when you are dripping
in tears from the pain
this distance does tear
but know that my love
covers over all of infinity
and in that refuge
you can be strong
nothing can be heard
that hasnt gone unsaid
and all you are to me
is everything i wish i needed
and all you are to me
is where everything and nothing collide
since i am so sick
i will fatigue in seclusion
since i cannot breathe
you cant hear what ive always wanted to say
and then comes the moment
when bodies give up
like the cold chill ive grown to love
ive already begun to tear
and it seems quite convenient
that these no longer salty dropletts
are as sweet as the tearing sound i hear
jealous for your honor by awesomesauce, literature
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jealous for your honor
my temple
and shrine
for you,
lady mine
to have you
at my reach
and visits
for you
jealous for your honor
where by reverence
love is due
as i watch you statute in glory
my only plea is of reverence for me
towards your heart
my lips to part
and at your shoulders
my eyes do rest
my ear does listen
to your lungs' collapse
from sigh to hum
and hum to sigh
exactly what i need to be
and this being where the end meets me
lying and dieing
as it should always be
what great relief
towards sensuality
your perfect realism
is now my guide
this twisting and turning
moving open with yearning
sufficient in and of itself
hidden beauty in our foundation
my eyes are missing
for i need not to see
your body forming exactly
to what i need it to be
always perfect
always controlled
forever certain
our passion so bold
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offerings of perseverance
i exhalt you, beauty
like a greek does a Kore
at the center of my mind
your sanctified purity
is as liberating
as nude
and however it is offered
i offer to you
the sanctity of my
sterility to you, nobility
and as i wait
for you with promise
when i do ring your finger
great passion will be ours
so for now, we find extacy
in anticipation
i persevere
for you
and find
my cup overflows
fearful as paper machet by awesomesauce, literature
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fearful as paper machet
mischance which brought rainbows
was about how time would want
to pull light in like manner
slow mercy as rain
their tiny skin shall have
get under this umbrella
sail o'er every spot
when pretty were the pretenders
and wonderful like willy wonderings
play, play, my merry ones
live like impervious ones
and know that this is only me
always discontently together
this horrible morning with tiny garden
like every farewell could pretend
to see some mercy leave us behind
and this was always my hand there
as striking as mortals come
whatsoever envy is told
in it comes summer ever after
so from here our gentle haste
by which slowly white can go
play in the dark where full grown grace
would be happy hath green lady known
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loves powerful conciquences
...
whisper softly...
tenderly... your name...
to me....
...
these plastic walls and concrete floors
are all that keep me from you...
and you.....
...
its so ugly...
yet its lovely.... outside...
with its hurt and its hope and its hate..
...
these plastic walls and concrete floors
are all that keep me from you...
and you.....
...
but these plastic walls...
they crumble and fall...
these walls they die out...
their reality fades
their existence fails them..
and into the grey they go...
... yet so do you...
...
faces whirling , spinning , twirling , around
pictures of this aweful tearing sound
fading
taking , making , breaking , waking me up...
to the sight of the earth...
and all its endless birth...
of all these...
faces whirling , spinning , twirling , around
pictures of this aweful tearing sound
fading
taking , making , breaking , waking me up...
to the sight of the earth...
and all its endless birth...
of all of this...
and now its time to blow the candles out (its time)...
and these toombstones fall as they bleed tothe ground
and the sound of her voice fills the whole world with joy
and all the broken bottles
t
...
...its so lovely
.. .. yet its ugly
.. .. ..outside
...
...yet these colors
.. .. they always seem to
.. .. ..disguise
the hurt and hate and the hope...
...its too dreary
.. ..yet im needy
.. ..to
...
...come and hold you
.. ..yet you deem so
.. .. distant
and these shades
of blue and grey
they usually dont show up till april or may
but you...
... you early bloom...
.. ... .... ... .. . .. ... .... ... .. @-;--
does it hurt?
when the line you snorted comes dripping down my face
do you know
that youre doing exactly what i warned you not to be
can i go now
can you wait here for the ambulance in the rain
there goes hope again
there we go
sipping your life away
gulping my life in gallons
and it comes out like the monster
that you make yourself to be
you are singing songs of love
while you play
make you hate me with this kiss
you already love me with his sin
your mistake is my love
your pain is my longing
your heart is like
the crown of heaven
and i wear it before god
you are before god
can i go away now
go into my lasped memory
t
she stares into oblivion
right in his eyes
bringing herself to kneel on the pavement
of that playground
which he has made
and bringing with it
games of dismay
and forbiddeness
and longing
finding the game to be treacherous
and the onset grimace with ignoranced adoration
and when the final move is made
the king will fall
and the game lost
the precipice of condemnation
who are we now?
is heaven so grand
that it lets us deny ourselves
and eat from the hands
or ravens and weeds
thistles of coal
cast deep into the stream
of our pulsing tide
of our capilaries of hope
tasting the richest world
of the house which my
thoughts of fellowship
creating bread from stone
and water from wine
kicking my head back, laughing
only saying "i am but a fool"
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the rejection of heaven
not wanting the greatest expectations
settling for my reservations
of dancing in the light
with delicate nitingales
waltzing lethargic in spite
of what they are made
and who they have become
gone into the reality of
unrealistic paradox
this mirage of heaven
walking down the streets
of twenty-four karat spleandour
can i wait for satisfaction
or to be content with wooden spoons
she dances in his presence
fluttering in his laughter
and not mine
she smiles at his songs of arrogance
swayed in his eyes
and not mine
can something
that never was yours in the first place
be stolen from you?
or do you not let go of the fact that
it never was your treasure to begin with
letting go means
realising youve failed
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When may I hit the ground?
Say goodbye to me again?
Just once, so I can tell
What you really meant to say...
Can I hate now?
Everyone who intervened
Everyone who believed they cared
Tough love?
what if it becomes enough to kill?
I look for you,
everyday, I really do
I beg, I beg the day to include you
I beg my dreams not to involve you
I pray that I can forget for now
I pray that I can forgive for now
I pray that I can stay silent, not slipping up, cause that may hurt you
I want you to succeed,
baby
I need you to succeed
so I can see and know that this time wasn't wasted...
I ask you darling... do you hurt as bad as I?
I know, I wont receive a reply
Walk on, so cold and gray
Its beautiful so peaceful this way
Rethink all that has gone on
And now I can know where I went wrong
Wrap my arms around my knees
I was wishing he would come and sing to me
Glassy tears match this rain
And I can walk on, calm and sane
Long distances, a giggle, a sigh
No I never meant to make you cry
Come on home, find it here with me
You make it alright, you make me complete
Its stormy its harsh but this is the absolute best part
Its windy its lightening and a little bit frightening
Its beauty its disaster its these emotions I will master
Its what I want, its what I need, its what is continually destr
It's already too late. 
There is no comfort here
There are just lost souls 
Trapped in the past
Frozen in time
Waiting to be set free
Forsaken and forgotten
Don't come back
We're almost old now
Time to finish dieing
well if you read these then maybe youve noticed my abscence...
well thats because DA IS A BUNCH OF CRAP...
yep ive realised that
not becuase of the whole political crap within the community that is happening. thats just an added bonus..
but because i havent gotten any serious criticism from anyone in about a year... :forgive me if i overlooked you but im exatggerating:
THE POINT IS
i only talk to 2 people on here.. and it :submitting: has lost its luster
so i say adieu.
i am still writing, but not for you :some exceptions:...:one exception:
and so i will eve you with a quite from my lats one
"there's a hole in the world where the
im sick.
andi think i lost someone...
things are so complicated
but i think im going to be allright
this is the way i can talk
without anyone noticing
this is the way i can truly show you how i feel
i write to no one
only the ones who need to hear
im sorry