Ballad of the ForestIt is dust once more, As I tread out of my abode. The ebony shadows entwine, Around my shackled feet.Ballad of the Forest
Ballroom dancing partners, To the bowing rays of light.
Wind dashes about me, Vaulting through the trees. Making ear-splitting screeches, Like a banshee's last stand. Spindly branches thrashing about,
Scratching and tearing at my face.
Grayscale rocks lay motionless,
Like bodies after rigor mortis. Tumbling clouds mingle over head, Forming soft and corporeal images. Beady eyes leer out from the dark, Gazing at my movements at
Floating WhispersThere are whispers floatingFloating Whispers
Around the empty cracks in my skull I think they might be trying In vain To enter the sanctuary of my mind
They tell me conflicting things Of gumdrops and pennywhistles But also of my failed attempts To subdue My violent tendencies from the world
Their flittering makes my skin crawl As they trace their paths around my head Like gentle fingers caressing my cheek So quiet
Like a thunderous roar in my psyche
Those creeping and stealthy thoughts Are fighting their way into me Without the use of
Corporeal MuseA Muse is no corporeal thing Taking honored artists by the hand Transforming them into something new Under simply eloquent commandCorporeal Muse
There is no wonderful moment Of pure clarity and conviction No point in time to wonder The line between reality and fiction
Yes, Talent is a fickle thing Darting out from 'neath our clutch We twist and turn and dance in time To make inspiration our only crutch
This Urban Isolation causes us
To pretend that we are giants To make sense, to be unique To feel we are self reliant
So we create and
Indifference Isn't So Bad.Sometimes I like to watch the rain,Indifference Isn't So Bad.
Gentle flickers of dew
Rapping against my windowsill.
So peaceful, so calm
In the midst of the storm
So chaotic, so destructive.
I like to think that I am the rain,
And everything I know to be true
Is the raging storm
A maelstrom of words and images.
I find I have become very tranquil
I used to be very set in my ways
But now there is nothing
Everything is quiet.
Passing by in a blur of colors
A lack of emotions, senses.
I don't feel anymore.
Yet I don't mind.
Lik
Personal EffectsIf you look now, you'll notice the streets are littered with hopes. Hopes indebted to the silver coins that rattle at the base of a velvet top hat. We dreamed once, and were defined by our dreams. We are now that which we love and hate. That which we both hoped to see and wished to lock away. Remember, sins cling to washed hands like guilt clings to the back of subtle expressions. And remember, that the first hit always hurts the most.Personal Effects
Tragedy is a human condition, born from the obscenities in love stories. We questioned once, but the answers never sufficed.
And sometimes we questioned
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I love the Rock, Paper, Scissors thing
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