Church FeteIn those horror movies, On the silver screen, You can see the faces of the terrified fixated in one direction.Church Fete
Too afraid to glance backward, Too afraid to see what may become their fate. Too afraid to be seen, perhaps?
If you were face to face with fate, Good or bad, expected or unannounced,
Would you stare it in the face? Or simply pretend that the inevitable did not exist?
Double Glazed WindowsMy mind is addled because of you,Double Glazed Windows
I cannot see.
Blury shapes move about my mind,
Not coming into focus.
I can't read you. Hostility and iron barricades
Hide you from me.
I can't pass. You look me in the eye,
And they flicker,
Marred and mossy,
Panes shattered over time.
Here and there,
I can't get through.
BumpGo go go.Bump
Pushing me over each step.
Bumping down on my heels,
Childlike game? Making me ache?
Simple things, I think. With each jolt of every step
I can feel the knot within my stomach change.
Moving around my body, affecting every part.
But not loosening. Will the steps you can push me down ever finish?
Or will I have to take some action
Making me completely broken,
Severing everything inside of me?
To make you stop.
20-20 Vs. PerspectiveIt helps- it just does.20-20 Vs. Perspective
Never lets you down.
Never surprises you. Predictability.
I'm still undecided
About the benefits, really. They say that there's no excuse.
I think there are excuses.
There are always excuses,
Only familiarity and predictability
Allow you to find them. If I had a photograph, perhaps.
But only then.
I don't trust my mind,
My eyes don't see.
They elaborate.
GravediggerThe man's face is covered with shadows, And, wiping the dirt from his hands, (but unable to loosen the dirt from under his fingernails) He stands solemnly- Knee brushing against the harsh denim For the first time, As he sets the splintered wood to the ground, He feels suddenly...ancient. Like time has pierced him through shards of wood from theGravedigger
Grimy tool he had held He feels the phantom action, the digging of the dark and muddy trench As the wind penetrates his bones Warm air hitting his face, Dry heat in his hair as he feels One drop of rain fall, Fol
I promiseMy heart falls, falls to the floor and shattersI promise
while the time continuum stands compleatly still
to torture me, making sure I feel the pain
the pain of knowing that I hurt you so
I've burned my journal, my past is gone
and though I've learned from my mistakes
I'm starting fresh, Im staring new
no lies, no secrets, or decieving stories
Nothing in the dark I promise you this
With all the love that I have for you
I'll never disrespect your trust in me
And I promise to be true to the end
Just Another One Of Your Plays"In my heart, where we lay our scene..." You're writer, director, leading role. Backstage, they're scurrying about Frantically finding the right lighting ques To set the mood. Darkness, split by fireworks Exploding beneath my ribs. Fastforward though the first few acts Skip the ones I long to play slow-motion And suddenly, we're at the final scene. A dramatic fight.Just Another One Of Your Plays
But the sword doesn't even look real And your stage-combat leaves a lot to be desired Especially when you don't even know what you're fighting And keep expecting me to run onstage To save th
WeakFrom across the stairway your eyes glare right through me. They tell me to quit the arrogance; finish the intolerance towards your falling dictation.Weak
Inside the brick walls you recite your own flaws applicable to my personality; hypocritical, to say the least.
Radiant nuclear reactions explode through my eyes; heat steaming from every gap as you fuel the flames.
I'd rather be anywhere but here, instead to see your insecurities leaking your deepest greeds; your endless desires breaking from your strongholds.
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Who's Going To Watch You Die?
Neglect
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