| Mirror | rorriM |
[Jul. 19th, 2005|11:32 am] |
Today I breathe, as I meet your darkened gaze
Wondering if you are suffocating on the other side
Distortion re-enacted, light refracted
Your fragments of naivète cast upon the floor
Today you stare back, into eyes full of promise
Captive audience to a whirlwind dance of colour
Apprehension abated, soul elevated
Picked up the shards to open the door
Today I revel and you stumble backwards
Each catching the other's glances through the glass
Tomorrow uncertain, through this illusionary curtain
Inversion guaranteed, as the cycle spins forevermore. |
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| Retrograde |
[May. 19th, 2005|10:58 pm] |
I stand removed, catching hope in my cup full of holes.
Of broken intent, naive dreams.
Disposable joy, inward screams.
Of one retrograde existence.
Today, the blood-forged shackles are heavier
than I. Tomorrow will be the same.
Heart murmur, mumble, stutter, stumble...
Of one retrograde existence.
Of souvenir thoughts, phantom caress.
Outcast's stare, catatonic mess.
I stand alone, catching tears in my cup empty of hope. |
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| When she fell... |
[May. 5th, 2005|12:42 pm] |
J'attends
As the tendrils of what she despised begin to tickle her mind
To believe one has control is the most grandiose fallacy
Emotion. Circumstance. Self.
Lento
Progression toward what she seemingly fought against
Meaninglessly in desperation as she betrays herself
Warning. Error. Abort.
Drang
Inner vision of fractured voices and faces
Prismatic, beautiful, in hopeful antiphony
Chords. Cries. Screams.
Harmony?
"Don't listen," she says to herself.
"Don't abide," with the fiercest glare.
"Don't give in," yet wondering why.
A portrait imagined; a mindscape to repair. |
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| Quick 'n dirty... and very lame. |
[Apr. 18th, 2005|01:00 pm] |
Shatter me, mother
as you play puppeteer
with your strings of fire
and your words that sear.
Forget me, father
as you toil through your day
whilst struggling in your mind
to erase what I say.
Evict me, lover
I have damaged you too much
I will wait outside for you
still longing for your touch.
Start over, dreamer
reality is not so kind
build your lonesome fortress
in the labyrinth of your mind. |
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| Green |
[Oct. 17th, 2004|10:55 pm] |
You've always intrigued me.
You've always been the better one.
Snowy flare in front, brilliant mind behind
Run with my Love to make him envious was your thought.
Side effect.
Green eyes in front, brittle mind behind.
I've always intrigued you. |
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| More than anything... |
[Jan. 11th, 2004|01:54 am] |
My mind tonight, a whirlwind of cliche thought. Nothing you could not find in mundane declarations scrawled in permanent black on a washroom stall door. I never claimed to be original. Sometimes, the simplest ideas are the most powerful of all.
I think now, I finally understand what it is to love someone so much it causes tears to come to your eyes. |
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| Antithesis |
[Dec. 8th, 2003|03:43 pm] |
Tired ostinato of a pseudo-virtuoso... Do not project your stains unto others, as those souring characteristics you see are manifested in yourself. Do not play the simpleton while locked in the complex webs of your own design.
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It takes but simple words bring a smile to the surface, but warm sincerity behind those words can bring a smile to one's soul. |
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| Doppleganger |
[Nov. 29th, 2003|12:32 am] |
You only see what you want to see. Pinhole vision, blinded at your will. The light would be perfect had you not coloured my world with your imposing glass shard.
Refract. Dissociate.
So many faces.
I dare you to find the real me.
But how long before even I lose sight of myself? |
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| Reconstruct |
[Nov. 24th, 2003|11:03 pm] |
Let us continue to weave our abandoned tale, and rebuild the foundations of what once was. Perhaps I have finally left the cloistered confines of my own construction, or perhaps you took with you the memories of juvenile wings and fervent determination that I delighted in.
Five characters form your legacy, and I brought it forth. Relive the moment.
The room sparkles with memory. We shall make more. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 22nd, 2003|09:14 pm] |
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A certain calm pervades, as a moment of clarity reveals their worth. Brick wall lined with repugnance on one end, little path of beauty on the other. The wall will continue to fester. The path becomes an expressway to wonderful memories and warm companionship. 180 later, I am finally heading where I should have gone in the beginning. |
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