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Swept Away

November 11, 2014
Creative Writing, Poetry
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His self-esteem lies in a fetid puddle

Staring up at him in longing

Wishing to restore its place.

He tries to cup it within his palms,

To drink and in turn reinvigorate.

Alas, like all things in his life

He grimly watched his salvation

Trickle slowly through stiff fingers

As though his skin turned to stone

And soon, his heart followed.

For swiftly the tears of regret

Flow like Neptune’s sea

From burning eyes,

Eroding his grip and

Withering away his heart,

All hope is swept away

With the ebbing tide.

The Absurd

October 31, 2014
Creative Writing, Poetry
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It would be unwise to decipher the ache in his heart.

So much so that he truly believes

If he were to dig down into the depths

To recall the origin of that wretched,

unwelcome, drowning sensation,

He would no longer have the strength

To climb out of that pitch black hole.

That he may be forced along Dante’s path

With no guide nor God to lead him safely.

For within those depths he will plunge, and

The path of the absurd waits hungrily at the crossroad.

Reality Check

September 23, 2014
The Pointless Posts
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It saddens me that in this day and age, the majority of my generation cares more for what we display on the outside, rather than focus on the souls we stow on the inside. Until this trend diminishes, I do not see myself finding true love, but rather ignorant love.

Another note: If only we realized how full of shit each and every one of us really is, this world would be a better place

Check, Please!

September 15, 2014
Creative Writing, Poetry
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Is there no end to the guilt that I feel?

Do I blame myself for another’s yield?

If light means life then I must concede;

the darkness has found me, as daylight recedes.

It smears carbon black over eyes pearl white.

Concealing the pleasure, enforcing the blight.

The agony is a bore, life becomes a chore;

when all that I can fathom

is the day it ran me ragged.

Rapture

November 15, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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Let me fall in love, deep, into the stars which are her eyes

Where she ensnares my wandering heart as azure currents

Describe a vibrant path toward lustful insurgence.

Unleash the delicate, aromatic kiss of Aphrodite’s sigh.

—-

Of wine and myrrh, pungent and sweet, inebriates and invades!

The soul of the damned and even the Gods’ holiest angel

She will rapt either, with a tender smile and limp wrist dangled

In her majestic strut, closing  in on helpless prey!

—-

I say, let me be helpless! Let her come softly

Or pounce as I gaze, in frightened amazement!

Let her tear into my chest, find a most torturous lament

Silence its negating pall! Let life swim through my veins, swiftly.

Her Middle Name Was Boom By GlassJaw

April 3, 2013
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxTDgJokVMo

This is hands down my favorite quote from Daryl Palumbo and in-turn, an amazing song. SO I’ll just let him do the talking while I fly away.

“There are like 3 or 4 girls in my life that I’m genuinely friends with and it’s this girl that I’m good friends with and it’s not like I’m in love with her, she’s just a really close friend of mine. Her real name is Boomica in hungarian. So that song means a lot because it’s the only not negatively empowered song on the record. And, like, I can not only relate to her, but I’m in love with her person, you know? And that’s such a big thing for me to be able to say that so I knew I had to write about it because I felt so passionately about it.”

Her Middle Name Was Boom By: GlassJaw

She cured the plague of the holy child
and all the while
she just walked in
and Boom she said
in her room with her red fingernails
and a grip on the answers.

When it’s home
and it’s broken, let’s fix.
When it’s home
and I’m swolen, let’s kiss.
When it’s home
and we’re walking, she’ll lead.
If she’s waiting, we’ll leave.
I’m so gracious I’ve got you here.

If you touch it
it’s cold.
If you drop it
it breaks.
If you hug it
it shakes…
hold it, it shakes.
I’m Boom! She said.
I’m Boom! She said.

When it’s home
and I’m broken let’s fix.
When it’s home
and I’m swollen let’s kiss.
When it’s home
and we’re walking, she’ll lead
if She’s waiting, we’ll leave.
I’m so gracious my name’s, I dare.

My name is I dare.

When it’s home
and I’m broken, let’s fix.
When it’s home
and I’m swollen, let’s kiss.
When it’s home
and we’re walking she’ll lead
if she’s waiting we’ll leave.
I’m so gracious.

All the while.

If Time Stood Still

March 20, 2013
Creative Writing
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If time stood still your first kiss could last forever. Arms wrapped around each other with the aromas of both bonding like hearts do when lover’s lips touch for the first time. The glow of her smile would never dull, the softness of her skin would never fold. Her bright green eyes would beam at night. And his flowing words would forever be heard. If only time stood still.