Venture!
Venture out beyond the leash on your soul
Leave your slumber behind and let candor tempt control
Tell your heart to tag along too, there's nothing left to do here
Uncertainty doesn't exist, only bravery will devour your fear.
my sickened heart is your sweet revenge
so is it mine, you see
as i gracefully hand it back to you
my offer of forgiveness
smirk upon my lips
tender, sticky words
my heart doesn't peel so easily this time
the sweetness in the throat is mine to claim now
and you with a sickened heart tethered to your fingers
revenge may be sweet, but hidden within forgiveness it becomes an unforgettable sour
you could be my fairytale with your unguarded lips and tragic eyes
calling to that place in me
where you know
I can't hide
bare skin of my hero
forget this place we're in
it's better this way
because in the end
with broken pieces scattered along
the road to my rescue,
you'll find me
with unguarded lips and tragic eyes
If my life were slightly different I'd be a drug addict. A heroin addict to be exact. One who self-medicates. I don't think I'd go so far as to be a junkie, I wouldn't kill or rob or steal for my next fix - I'd be a functioning addict. I'd hide it from everyone and tell myself as long as I didn't shoot up alone, I didn't have a problem. I'd look forward to it and find more reasons why life would be better at that moment if I was high. I would rationalize and justify, I'm not stupid you know. I'm an intelligent adult and I know what I'm doing. You just don't understand me, I'm complicated. I have all these emotions and feelings that no one els
i despise the same-ness
the over and over and over again-ness
soul diluting; nobody-ness
tired of excuses
watered down promises
as the quitter so chooses
to abandon the cause
the mind, the marrow
empty shell
forgoes substance
nothingness in its stead
vapid rhythms pound throughout my head
where even the dismal refuses
the scraping inside their chest
I would prance wildly through the plush green meadow
stopping briefly now and again to reminisce with the daisies.
Then a mid-afternoon gala with the woodland faeries would find me
feasting and laughing until my belly ached.
The sun would set upon my lips
stealing velvet kisses from my lover
until the bare breasted moon hummed her lullaby.
her light draped over my shoulders
familiar...like an exhausted lover
running her hands across my cheek and down my back
her whispers encouraging me
fulfilling my ethereal needs and her tangible wants,
we experience each other
she retreats as unnoticeably as she entered
clinging to me like a cool drenched sheet as she pulls herself away
trailing her fingers through the pool of my heart
as if it were some kind of holy water that would undo our midnight affair
lingering a moment
leaving unspoken whispers of her return
The Empty Hands of Fate
a lullaby as told by the sky
tells tales of dreams come true
its lofty breeze puts your fears at ease
and holds on tight for you
as it lifts them higher and higher still
it's whispering flow all around
wishes will be granted and seeds be planted
your achievements proudly resound
you reached for me and never lost sight
while pushing through the tears
resiliently unbreakable
defeating all your fears
keep striving for all that is yours
keep pushing despite the hate
keep believing in yourself
leave nothing in the hands of fate
cb2010
Venture!
Venture out beyond the leash on your soul
Leave your slumber behind and let candor tempt control
Tell your heart to tag along too, there's nothing left to do here
Uncertainty doesn't exist, only bravery will devour your fear.
my sickened heart is your sweet revenge
so is it mine, you see
as i gracefully hand it back to you
my offer of forgiveness
smirk upon my lips
tender, sticky words
my heart doesn't peel so easily this time
the sweetness in the throat is mine to claim now
and you with a sickened heart tethered to your fingers
revenge may be sweet, but hidden within forgiveness it becomes an unforgettable sour
you could be my fairytale with your unguarded lips and tragic eyes
calling to that place in me
where you know
I can't hide
bare skin of my hero
forget this place we're in
it's better this way
because in the end
with broken pieces scattered along
the road to my rescue,
you'll find me
with unguarded lips and tragic eyes
If my life were slightly different I'd be a drug addict. A heroin addict to be exact. One who self-medicates. I don't think I'd go so far as to be a junkie, I wouldn't kill or rob or steal for my next fix - I'd be a functioning addict. I'd hide it from everyone and tell myself as long as I didn't shoot up alone, I didn't have a problem. I'd look forward to it and find more reasons why life would be better at that moment if I was high. I would rationalize and justify, I'm not stupid you know. I'm an intelligent adult and I know what I'm doing. You just don't understand me, I'm complicated. I have all these emotions and feelings that no one els
i despise the same-ness
the over and over and over again-ness
soul diluting; nobody-ness
tired of excuses
watered down promises
as the quitter so chooses
to abandon the cause
the mind, the marrow
empty shell
forgoes substance
nothingness in its stead
vapid rhythms pound throughout my head
where even the dismal refuses
the scraping inside their chest
I would prance wildly through the plush green meadow
stopping briefly now and again to reminisce with the daisies.
Then a mid-afternoon gala with the woodland faeries would find me
feasting and laughing until my belly ached.
The sun would set upon my lips
stealing velvet kisses from my lover
until the bare breasted moon hummed her lullaby.
her light draped over my shoulders
familiar...like an exhausted lover
running her hands across my cheek and down my back
her whispers encouraging me
fulfilling my ethereal needs and her tangible wants,
we experience each other
she retreats as unnoticeably as she entered
clinging to me like a cool drenched sheet as she pulls herself away
trailing her fingers through the pool of my heart
as if it were some kind of holy water that would undo our midnight affair
lingering a moment
leaving unspoken whispers of her return
Favourite genre of music: jazz, rock, hip-hop Favourite cartoon character: Any Looney Toons character Personal Quote: The soul selects her own society. Emily Dickenson