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Truthful Lies

April 5, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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Another installment from my High School daze… hehe

Truthful Lies taste bitter and sweet,

Like a soft snow turning to a cold sleet.

Don’t lie, you can tell the “truth”.

Tell him how shallow you’ve been

Even in your youth.

Tell him the time you cheated 

On his bed;

Tell him all of the nonsense

You put into his head.

He gave his life for you 

And asked for nothing in return.

His words fell silent as

You allow his heart to burn

You talk of a “nice guy”

Someone to treat you right.

But the nice guy bit

Doesn’t work twice.

Hot bodies and a

Popular guise

may be fly

But in the end it’s all

A bunch of truthful lies.

A Jaw of Glass

April 5, 2013
Creative Writing, GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Poetry
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In high fidelity I hear

A ravaged man

Screaming at the world

He talks of razors and

Deception.

And still finds time for

Clairvoyant discussion.

His symphony, an army.

A sentry for any circumstance.

Be it fighting relentless demons

Or his own rogue hands.

He is the ruler of dreams

No other man can.

I listen closely

To miss nothing.

A whisper, too far

I NEED more!

Though

I crave more than deserved

Even then, it’s never enough.

Longing to live these tragedies

For my sorrow would finally be

Relevant.

Awaiting your next call to arms

Years in the making.

Touring roadie cars

Medication ritual to keep Your

Body an individual

To prevent the demon from

Unleashing a new heathen

Relapse, collapse

The story of your life.

I pray for your body

To repent the sickness

To return your health.

But I pray far too much

I’ve not control over

God’s unholy rule

That man must live or die

With the ebb of lunar tides

Wash away the unsuspecting

Lulling the silver spooned

He displays prejudice

For all who speak against his

Ancient ruse.  

When One Eight Becomes Two Zeros By: GlassJaw

April 4, 2013
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQBiK2i3mfU

This song doesn’t have a fun quote from Daryl, himself so I’ll go ahead and introduce this badboy. To me, this song is about finding out the hard way that you and your “lover” are falling away from each other at an alarming rate without a damn thing you can do other than embrace it and muster up a “You bitch” in the process… Enjoy it all of you lovers out there. For this may just be your fate someday.

When One Eight Becomes Two Zeros By: GlassJaw

I’m glad that you’re near.
And I’m sad that you’re here.
This is what it’s like to be me.
I’m glad that you’re here
And I’m sad that you’re near
This is what it’s like to die alone.

This all hurts me so much
That I honestly believe
you’re the one this is hard for.
I’ve bartered tact for wit
and I’ve already made up
A billion stories about you.

Knee deep in static
I hear you breaking up
I’m breaking up,
I guess we’re breaking up.
You’re not the other woman
You’re just another (woman)
Another hobby for a guy like me.

You’ve given me a heart like a gun
And I’m so shocked that I’ve made it through
These billion days.
I didn’t think I could tough it out all those days
A billion.

So we’re growing?
I’m sure.
“there’s no other I can turn to.
There’s no other I can turn to.
If not you heart
who else can I believe?”

I hope you enjoyed dying alone.

To Mi Abuelita

April 2, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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Rest In Peace 🙂

Open bar, no one cards.

Drinking my sorrows

Until I’m somewhere,

Far…

… Away

In your arms

I lay embraced

Memories race.

You used to call my name

So all could hear

“Aye, Mi Gordito!”

Is here

It’s the first thing

I’d hear.

I never got to say goodbye

That day you traveled south;

Once again…

I never expected it to happen;

I hope you understand.

You’ve made that journey

A thousand times.

I’d no idea God, would make demands.

So here I am, drinking to you.

If I’m lucky, I’ll pass out in a few.

No, here come the tears,

Watch out ladies,

I’m crashing this wedding

With sorrow and beer.

I made a scene, but

I had to do it.

If I held it one more minute

I’d psychologically lose it.

Dry eyes since then

Until tonight, writing to you.

I couldn’t make it through

The first few lines

Without a good cry.

I love you.

Time Bomb: 2.0

April 2, 2013
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An updated version of a poem I blogged about about a week ago. Hopefully it surpasses the original in my viewer’s eyes. 

It was the happiest and saddest moment of his Summer.

All in one sitting with you, happiest and saddest.

The excitement of your smile brought on one of his own.

A truly exquisite feeling, no other has come close.

Still in his broken mind, a time bomb awaits its trigger.

When the feeling of serenity falls victim to displeasure.

In all his doubt, he still believes you will be back some day.

Yet your departure has always caused his soul to constrain.

Wrapping tightly around the detonator, break your gaze.

Your beautiful eyes need not see him blown away.

And plug your ears, no need for you to hear

the explosive rambling of a man lost with love.

unsuccessful at his every quest for one to take hold.

He only wishes to share what he holds so close.

A burning passion, love that is true. 

A man can only hope.

Gone

April 2, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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I audition for the role of rejection
3 years and counting facing my reflection
This has to end at least let us pretend
That nothing has ever happened
It will never happen to us in the end

But don’t say you’re sorry now
It’s too late, Apologies wont help
Come to think of it, they never did
Just put me further back on your shelf
Every so often you clean the dust off
play with me, you break me, replace me

Though just when It feels right time runs out
3 months, my window, flying past
2 months wasted, will these moments last?
1 month left, Could this get any worse?
time is up, your direction is forward
Ill be hanging back

 

Rewind to Better Times

March 29, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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I have decided to try and lighten the mood on my blog by posting one of my older poems. You know, those days when “love” didn’t seem so far out of reach. I hope you all enjoy! 🙂

I lose my mind with sea-green eyes glaring back at me

Lost in your gaze, I am simply amazed with this girl I see.

Feeling the beat of my heart rip my chest apart

It’s what you do to me

You make wrong feel so right.

Let us light the way; we can set the world afire.

Darling, we can talk all night. Speak of our desires.

Or you can show me the way

Skip to the best part

Show me this love I’ve been missing;

Play it back from the start. 

And I’ll Go Nowhere…

March 26, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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I asked for her hand in this dance, she refused. Now, what am I to do but mourn the loss of her warmth in my life? The bliss she brought with a kiss and the scent of her hair waving in the air; wafting aromas only heaven could posses.

———-

It’s like a car crash killing your best friend in an instant. Never knowing what went wrong. Asking yourself ” could i have taken a different road? Is this how it’s meant to end?”. Nothing but the wreckage is left. Her last goodbye still ringing in my head.

 ———-

She took her exit stage left with a quickness. They tell me “move on” but I’m glued to my seat, floored for an encore. Because forgetting the unrelenting cry is more than just a task; it prefers ‘shine in a flask until i’m face down, just an undercover lover in the background.

 ———-

Hiding my shame in this never ending game of blame, it torments me. Mind like a tennis court, back and fourth between the truth and pale blue eyes. An opponent who no longer exists, still longs for my demise.

Sometimes the Past Hurts More than the Crash

March 22, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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No longer in control. With every attempt to escape, the dark passenger refuses to fold. Lost in a daze through a mind turned maze. Every corner a new face, thought to be erased; a fresh ping of desire, one more log in the fire. Though no light breaks the seal, the burning sensation is soon revealed. The past becomes present. My future; non-existent.  

Ghost Man on Third

March 22, 2013
Creative Writing
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Again, these dreams they haunt me

This familiar sense of being led astray;
urging the one you love to love another.
Just digging the knife deeper
to an everlasting slumber.

Wake up, cold sweat, I wonder…
If it you I’m laying with?
Oh no, looks like that herb has
Given me more than just a kick.

Now let’s get down to business,
I’ll be your witness
Close the blinds, turn on the lights.
our fans are waiting for us
To continue this fight

Now it’s two men down,
One more to go;
In this game you love to play.
The game of never give
And always take.

Yeah It’s the bottom of the 9th girl.
And we are out of options.
You have everything to lose.
For me all I had was you.

Now there’s nothing where
A fire burned before.
Just the ashes of a letter
With the signature forged.

Give it your best shot,
And don’t aim for my heart heart.
I guarantee you wouldn’t come close
It was never there from the start.

I learned to let it go when
All it did was take your side.
It couldn’t prove its worth
When you left me to die.

Though don’t think I’m stalling,
I’m braced and ready.
After all this is not a solo show,
But a game played by many.

Still if it makes you happy
I will take the fall.
So you can go pro
And home I will crawl.