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I Built You A Mirror
Lingering disillusionment.
What once came of love and passion
has now crumbled into ash...
A fist uncurls.
The once flaming particles are released
a disappating grimace of distrust in the air.
Maybe I inhaled too deeply,
because the ashes are artwork on my face
an expression clearly read.
A love that's, clearly, dead.
Lingering devotion keeps me here,
malnutrition continuously apparent,
feasting on your emotional scraps.
Shards of broken love, jagged and bloody
ripped from your heart, thrown at my feet.
I built you a mirror.
Maybe you looked too closely,
because the past is abstract on your face.
Your expression can't be read.
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Monochromatic
I'm monochromatic- drained of you.
or by you. you could never be enough.
Between my gritty, lying teeth
the getting by was tough.
Because I am always biting,
and leaving my remark,
along the skin of your back,
we're alone in the dark.
Your eyes stared so brightly,
Straight into mine,
Wrenching my gut.
Piercing my spine.
Your eyes now stare blankly.
I'm void of fault.
I never left you breathless.
I never got you caught.
I'm monochromatic and drained of you.
I'll never forget what you put me through.
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Skies Have Teeth (song)
Like windows fog on those summer nights
Tracing pictures in the raindrops left behind
The storm's not over, the skies have teeth
If you're this selfish, now's your chance to leave.
Like my skin crawls on those empty nights
Tracing memories in the space you left behind
The storm's not over, the skies have teeth
These tears have never come so easily.
Should I weather the storm?
Can I say goodbye?
Would you be so callous, if you'd seen me cry?
Should I weather the storm?
Would you watch me die?
Would I be so callous if I said goodbye?
Like how I hate myself for sticking it out,
Just tracing over every piece of doubt
The storm's not over, the skies have teeth
If you're this selfish, maybe I should leave.
yeah, maybe I should leave.
Should I weather the storm?
Can I say goodbye?
Would you be so callous if you'd seen me cry?
Should I weather the storm?
Would you watch me die?
Would I be so callous if I said goodbye?
I swear to you that I will never leave you
I cried for you, would I lie to you?
I'm falling to pieces, guess I thought it would be fair...
but to whom it may concern:
you were only scared.
Like windows fog on those summer nights...
Poetry
Memories of Nowhere
Lying eyes cast upon thee,
filled with despite,
a gun in the shaking hand,
are we making one last stand
or is this an illusion of the grand
just waiting to turn to sand?
As I stand in this unknown place
looking around with a simple glance,
the angels perched high above,
with wings as white as a dove.
whispers exchange among the high guards,
for me they had no regards.
As the tainted eyes look away,
the watchers were no longer at bay.
The great wings begin to flap,
causing me to be entrap.
The exit has been shut,
dropping to my knees like I have been cut.
Angels in the sky,
these eyes will lie,
this hope will break
as my heart quake,
the founding immortals at heavens gates,
my body and mind separates.
Death crawling the walls
and angels standing in the halls,
lights vibrate then shatter,
and then nothing truly matters.
The glass lingers in the air
with a haunting look of a cold blank stare.
The immortals beg for death
with every breath,
their curse was a fool's dream,
but isn't what it seems.
A rush of greed and hate,
there is nothing for them that await.
their hearts decay
with only hell to pay,
to this day they are in torment
and nothing to prevent this event.
Author's note: DADT Policy
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The Resting Rock
Light is cast into the shadows,
and flames on a candle go out.
The smoke still in stale air
and tears fresh on our face.
Fresh flowers on the grave,
with words etched into the stone,
words that strike the heart.
Haunting tune in the air
yet no sound is made,
Etched into stone we are made,
like rocks we crumble.
Unable to pick ourselves up
with a hand reaching out,
and pulls us together,
On the grave the words are carved.
Here sleeps John Emil Arndt.
Resting in our hearts forever.
Let the tears dry,
as we keep moving forward.
Flowers will bloom and wither
just like summer and winter.
Let no one cry for me.
Let no one die for me.
Keep moving forward,
and my love will rest in your hearts.
Keep your words calm and loving
so you will never take them back.
Do not let your tears fall for me,
I will never die,
in your heart I will stay
until the end of days.
Author's note: To my Grandpa who would have turned 80 on Oct 3, 2010
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The Immortal Lies
Tears of red
paint the sky
wrapped up in tainted thoughts,
then the last breath shows,
life hung in mid air,
as the wind grew stale,
eyes look away
as the weather changed.
Immortal we claim,
immortal we ctried,
as tears of red stain or face,
for as humans we die.
The gods above gave immortal life to thee
and revoked it soon after.
Immortal we rise,
as mortals we fall,
tears of red on our face.
The earth shaked,
the clouds broke,
a single drop of blood
and glance from the gods above.
As immortal we lived,
as mortals we sined,
our fall into hell lasts forever.
mortal souls suffer in torment,
with death's hand reach out and wake the soul,
ripping it from the shell
dragging it down into the pits of hell,
as tears of red stain my face.
Immortal I scream,
immoral I demand,
immoral I get,
as the flames of hell rise up.
The only sign of immoral pain,
the only sight of the immortals,
are these tears of red staining the floor
as the water rises to wash us away.
Author's note: DADT policy
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A Second Thought
This sentence is a lie,
so will you tell me,
what is the truth?
If there was any at all.
In these words I write,
lies swallow truth.
Does this sentence speak the truth?
Do we even really know?
To my eyes it looks like words,
staining this paper,
lying,
whispering,
or is my mind slipping?
Are they more,
or are they just words?
letting you chose their meaning?
Is this statement a lie,
or is it only truth?
What was the lie?
Where is the truth?
when did the lies start,
when will they end?
where does the truth start
how far do they reach?
For when you stuck in an endless pit of lies,
you never know when
the truths turn into lies
and the lies turn into truth.
Author's note: This poem has been rewritten, original is shown here, in the author's notes - DADT policy
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Tears of Red
Eyes will lie,
as a flame becomes tainted
hopes are corrupt by thoughts,
as flames rise up and swallow me...
leaving only a shell.
Words are spoken and yet no one listens,
letting everyting die in vain.
Drops of red fall from these eyes,
as the world fades away.
losing control of this body...
Losing the feeling,
just faiding into dust before the rain starts.
Thowing our lives away for nothing at all,
bullets ripping through my body,
feeling the impact of every last one echo through my body,
letting the blood flow out,
as I stare at end of the gun.
This fight was in vain,
looking away crying tears of red
reaching out to someone that was never there
knowing that it was over before it began.
A smile will slowly come aorund,
for death has finally come,
with my body in ruins,
death has finally won.
No longer restrained to this life,
as death being the key to freedom,
I can excape.
Am I really free?
Is anyone really free?
Or is freedom lie that our eyes see?
Looking at this thought,
My eyes turn away,
letting my body fade
for no one will ever see this shadow on a wall
turning into dust before the rain,
as the tears of red fall from my eyes.
Wondering if it was worth it...
Author's note: Don't ask, don't tell
