A man's need for knowledge is endless.
"Ha, as I sit here, I wonder why the sky is so starry." Said the man as he sat in a relaxed state.
"Obviously, the sky is starry so that we'll look up into it whenever we feel lonely at night, when we have trouble sleeping. To be comforted by those gently twinkling lights, to be aware that god loves us and wants us to know that we aren't alone." Said the woman resting her head on the man's lap. Her tone was gentle and the meaning behind her words were more profound than her tone let on.
The man thought about her words but didn't quite understand them.
"If god loves us and wants us to know that we are
To fade into abiguity is my history
I am nothing, a simple breeze which gently strokes your cold cheek
those unmoved eyes stare ahead, ignoring me, leaving me
Fingertips of ice periodically forgoing warmth
though my boiling blood embraces your shuddering fingers
quietly those shudders become motionless as your last warm breath escapes
Sitting in a pool of crimson love the stone surrounds it, letting not a drop escape
hatred wells up within my now empty soul, suddenly I hear
the wind whispers to me a secret that paralyzes my heart, never to be moved again
The man I once loved as a brother, a friend, a confider
a love now poisoned by
My eyes, the wise and blind by Berserkering, literature
Literature
My eyes, the wise and blind
For those who sought wisdom
I forever saw a visage of redemption, which was a mere mirage
the sins of many buried inside my living, breathing, shuttering soul
I walk on with my weighted memories
I walk on making footprints in the earth, tainted in red
Unhealthy life I lead into my own hell
I craft that which is my soul's shell
and it is ugly, hideously deformed, never to be loved.
I throw upon the cinders of my dying flame
and the object which I throw consists of emotions and a simple pride
easily forgotten morals I'll never need.
Never will I regret the past for my future is already gone
my vapid eyes hold still as I peer into th
Some sweet smile soothes me nearer
innocently clear, that smile draws me
closer I become, yet, that alluring face seems to dissipate
presence so vast, commanding my mind
at once, her face, her smile, seems to fade into a different shade.
Through those trite eyes, my reflection shown, upside down
my heart is torn repeatedly, distastefully by that sight
down my throat, drowning drones deeply, desperately
seeking escape from starving storms raging in my mind
I knew I shouldn't, demons possessed me,
so I say, shout, shreik, so I lie.
That form she took, that lie I wove
entranced in ecstasy, attempting to escape awkwardly
her fragranc
The weeping moon flies low tonight
her silhouette sees through me
a hue of blue shades her light
my surface, obscured as it should be.
We touched, we kissed
she danced across my surface with bliss
our melancholy songs harmonize
into a duet fit for our next rise
we part as she walks her destined course.
Our struggle to remain one
continuously foiled by the sun
bathed in daylight upon my crest
I weep shimmering tears of loneliness
reflecting off my azure surface.
Another night comes at an awfully slow speed
Then, when my rippling body awaits her chilled touch
She doesn't show, those signs I did not heed
onto my shattered heart
Through your star filled eyes so wide
I saw the receding tide
and in your cold fingertips
mine scarcely touched, yet yours were warmed
upon your lips, I pecked a bit
bringing warmth to your frozen breath
and although I did all this upon my own behest
your eyes grew distant
the fading light sent my heart a shutter
yet, I held fast and persistent
through that white storm, I ran
carrying with me she who needed warmth
but, alas!
Such shelter, such luxuries could not come to pass
upon my knees, I fell with never-ending desolation
down my rosen cheeks, tears of isolation
upon her last moments, I held her nigh
and when she left, I w
Through the curtains it beckons me beyond
the ever pervading darkness calls me ever so fond
As I lay quietly, stealthily, just so meekly in my tiny bed
rectangular shaped is my mattress of red
with blurred eyes I look toward the roofed sky
feeling as if I could easily fly,
fly towards that shimmer of hope cut from up above
so I stare intently, longingly, in anticipation to see those faces I still love
Why does the darkness yearn for me so heavily?
Listening for those bells which should have rung out so heavenly!
For me, so I wait steadily for such sweet chimes
Yet, why do I feel so cold, this seeping, tearing, rending chill?
As if
As I sit staring out that cold window
I watch the leaves brown from autumn
fall slowly towards the unfeeling pavement
seeing the leaf touch down
a speck of white seems to blur my vision
noticing more and more coming into view
the snow comes as if hurried by time
to cover up the colors that assailed us
making all things white and white whiter still
as darkness descends into our hearts
so does light shine on our lies
and upon these truths
there is a greater truth that sighs
within these waking hours
those flowers bloom not for you
though you may think it true
their beauty lay for her
and thus she holds you in thrawl
feeling as if incased in fur
there be no means for escape
trapped in my lies
darkness engulfs my intent
and that light which I pretend to hold
shines dull in the morning
so I see all and I fold into the night
black are the wings of love I spread
within their shadow you shall be dead
as I rise to insanity
so does my sanity sink into being
vanity shall merge
A man's need for knowledge is endless.
"Ha, as I sit here, I wonder why the sky is so starry." Said the man as he sat in a relaxed state.
"Obviously, the sky is starry so that we'll look up into it whenever we feel lonely at night, when we have trouble sleeping. To be comforted by those gently twinkling lights, to be aware that god loves us and wants us to know that we aren't alone." Said the woman resting her head on the man's lap. Her tone was gentle and the meaning behind her words were more profound than her tone let on.
The man thought about her words but didn't quite understand them.
"If god loves us and wants us to know that we are
To fade into abiguity is my history
I am nothing, a simple breeze which gently strokes your cold cheek
those unmoved eyes stare ahead, ignoring me, leaving me
Fingertips of ice periodically forgoing warmth
though my boiling blood embraces your shuddering fingers
quietly those shudders become motionless as your last warm breath escapes
Sitting in a pool of crimson love the stone surrounds it, letting not a drop escape
hatred wells up within my now empty soul, suddenly I hear
the wind whispers to me a secret that paralyzes my heart, never to be moved again
The man I once loved as a brother, a friend, a confider
a love now poisoned by
My eyes, the wise and blind by Berserkering, literature
Literature
My eyes, the wise and blind
For those who sought wisdom
I forever saw a visage of redemption, which was a mere mirage
the sins of many buried inside my living, breathing, shuttering soul
I walk on with my weighted memories
I walk on making footprints in the earth, tainted in red
Unhealthy life I lead into my own hell
I craft that which is my soul's shell
and it is ugly, hideously deformed, never to be loved.
I throw upon the cinders of my dying flame
and the object which I throw consists of emotions and a simple pride
easily forgotten morals I'll never need.
Never will I regret the past for my future is already gone
my vapid eyes hold still as I peer into th
Some sweet smile soothes me nearer
innocently clear, that smile draws me
closer I become, yet, that alluring face seems to dissipate
presence so vast, commanding my mind
at once, her face, her smile, seems to fade into a different shade.
Through those trite eyes, my reflection shown, upside down
my heart is torn repeatedly, distastefully by that sight
down my throat, drowning drones deeply, desperately
seeking escape from starving storms raging in my mind
I knew I shouldn't, demons possessed me,
so I say, shout, shreik, so I lie.
That form she took, that lie I wove
entranced in ecstasy, attempting to escape awkwardly
her fragranc
The weeping moon flies low tonight
her silhouette sees through me
a hue of blue shades her light
my surface, obscured as it should be.
We touched, we kissed
she danced across my surface with bliss
our melancholy songs harmonize
into a duet fit for our next rise
we part as she walks her destined course.
Our struggle to remain one
continuously foiled by the sun
bathed in daylight upon my crest
I weep shimmering tears of loneliness
reflecting off my azure surface.
Another night comes at an awfully slow speed
Then, when my rippling body awaits her chilled touch
She doesn't show, those signs I did not heed
onto my shattered heart
Through your star filled eyes so wide
I saw the receding tide
and in your cold fingertips
mine scarcely touched, yet yours were warmed
upon your lips, I pecked a bit
bringing warmth to your frozen breath
and although I did all this upon my own behest
your eyes grew distant
the fading light sent my heart a shutter
yet, I held fast and persistent
through that white storm, I ran
carrying with me she who needed warmth
but, alas!
Such shelter, such luxuries could not come to pass
upon my knees, I fell with never-ending desolation
down my rosen cheeks, tears of isolation
upon her last moments, I held her nigh
and when she left, I w
Through the curtains it beckons me beyond
the ever pervading darkness calls me ever so fond
As I lay quietly, stealthily, just so meekly in my tiny bed
rectangular shaped is my mattress of red
with blurred eyes I look toward the roofed sky
feeling as if I could easily fly,
fly towards that shimmer of hope cut from up above
so I stare intently, longingly, in anticipation to see those faces I still love
Why does the darkness yearn for me so heavily?
Listening for those bells which should have rung out so heavenly!
For me, so I wait steadily for such sweet chimes
Yet, why do I feel so cold, this seeping, tearing, rending chill?
As if
First love at fleeting glance by Berserkering, literature
Literature
First love at fleeting glance
Lonely, I sit and stare at my teacher
listening to nothing new,
wondering why I bother listening to such a preacher
and there I spot sitting, silently, so astute
diligently taking notes on topic so mute
What a wondrous sight, she was so cute
going over my options, my mind became tight
I had to look away in a startled fright,
when she espied me gaping wildly
As class ended I picked up my courage,
walking speedily, practically running!
I heard her softly humming
as I approached, a strong grip of unfriendly fear
seized my shoulder, stopping me so near
Watching her features I knew I had little time
Using a strength only my heart co
As I sit staring out that cold window
I watch the leaves brown from autumn
fall slowly towards the unfeeling pavement
seeing the leaf touch down
a speck of white seems to blur my vision
noticing more and more coming into view
the snow comes as if hurried by time
to cover up the colors that assailed us
making all things white and white whiter still
Current Residence: Florida Favourite genre of music: Classical, whatever is enjoyable Operating System: Windows Vista MP3 player of choice: I don't own an MP3 player Shell of choice: Shell of life Wallpaper of choice: Lee Da Hae Favourite cartoon character: Gutts Personal Quote: Around me I see lies, within I see truth, and the truth will forever refute those lies.
Favourite Movies
Dogma
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
George Gershwin, Richard Clayderman, Queen, Mew, The Pillows, Beirut, Kings of Convenience
Favourite Writers
Edgar Allan Poe, Ayn Rand, Stieg Larsson
Favourite Games
FF8? One of the only games I ever beat anyway.
Favourite Gaming Platform
ps1 and ps2
Tools of the Trade
A sword named the Dragon Slayer and my unbreakable computer, what, where'd this virus come from
Well, I wrote something...it's...it's not a poem. It's a super short short story. What? Am I not allowed? Well uh...yea, I haven't been here in a while. I'm not sure what to say. I don't think I'm "back" or anything, I'm just visiting I guess. I'm rambling? Yea, well, that's what I do best, isn't it? I've been trying to write, over and over again. Nothing good seems to come out. I don't know what I should write. I've written down plenty of ideas, only one of which I've really worked on. Heck, even though I say I "worked" on it, what I've done is barely breaking the ice of what's left. I was so motivated when I started writing the plot and pla
Call me lazy but I finally got around to writing something thanks to a spur of the moment inspiration...I doubt this "writer's block" will leave me just yet though. Ah well, just sharing what little I had left in me. Maybe I'll seeya all again sometime.
and gahh! I cannot tell you how MUCH I love your latest piece. your writings always make this simple mind of mine really reflect on deep stuff/complicated life-related things that I would normally be too blissfully ignorant to even consider.
I'm looking forward to your next 'spur of the moment inspiration.' you never disappoint.