Leave a Breath Mark on My Soul by hugsnbutterflykisses, literature
Literature
Leave a Breath Mark on My Soul
In a symphony of false ambitions
Amongst an orchestra that's out of tune
Lies the forgotten voice of the composer
And his masterpiece's doom.
Eighth notes bleed into sixteenths
As the ink runs across the page
And a major chord is massacred
When the wrong partial is played.
Out of sync, and in "A
Tempos", they decline
Softening to inaudible roars,
Against a forte out of time.
And somehow the conductor
Reclaims their clouded eyes,
And as the audience is captured
Plain apathy's demise.
Building,
Building,
Building,
An all important
Sound;
Everything is silent
And their hearts begin to pound.
One,
Two,
Three,
And A…
Le
Untitled - Scop by hugsnbutterflykisses, literature
Literature
Untitled - Scop
From a sinner's tongue
Seep ancient words,
Beholden here,
Written in verse.
In an age of myopia,
Of self- gratification,
Look back on their world
And see the damnation.
The witan scowls
At the broken churl
Bleeding saline
For deliverance
From sickness and the
Taxation disease.
And the Lord beith there,
Rome's own panacea.
Unity provides, and
Forgiveness mandates
That all be forgotten.
And the castras that were built
So long ago have been sundered
And left for the beasts' domain.
The pagan gods fall to the
Almighty, the King,
As animated in histrionic rendition.
Evidence that Rome will accost
Those who stand in its
Artemis begins decline
At Apollo's great command.
The eerie white luminescence fades away
And an orange tinge creeps over the trees.
Slumbering beasts alike rise from mournful sleep
And the fairies have one last trick in the birth of light.
Night-eyed creatures of myths and tales
Seek shelter from the expanding glow.
But for a moment,
Silence
As neither beast nor creatures
Stir.
A silken sash
Wound tighter,
Tighter;
Wrapped around a sinful neck,
Shoved into a blaspheming mouth.
Grey eyes still breathing, though,
And that's not good enough.
They're still lying;
Wrap the red around again,
And tie a simple knot.
A pretty little corpse
Wrapped in a silken red bow.
Carbon monoxide lies
And cyanide facades,
Hopes are wound around leaden prayers,
And life's elixir is laced with arsenic.
Alcohol nightmares
And heroin daydreams
Breathe a poisoned air into my soul.
Poppy-red blood from
Opium veins,
And ammonia songs
Wind through my mind.
And amongst them all,
The one that stifles me,
Is pure, unadulterated
Love.
Counting Down to Goodbye by hugsnbutterflykisses, literature
Literature
Counting Down to Goodbye
10 days and counting
down to goodbye.
Just thinking about it
I'm starting to cry.
Wrapping your present
And signing my name
Just thinking about
The day that you came.
That face and that smile
Ignited a spark,
And withdrew a girl
From a self- induced dark.
9 days and counting
down to goodbye.
Missing you now
And starting to cry.
Bittersweet smiles
And red- rimmed eyes,
Longing to laugh
And spewing out lies.
I can get through this,
I'm going to be fine.
Nothing can harm me,
Not pain nor love nor time.
8 days and counting
down to goodbye.
Faking a smile
And needing to cry.
I'm laughing and teasing
Like nothing is wro
Fairy Tale Love by hugsnbutterflykisses, literature
Literature
Fairy Tale Love
You smiled when you said it.
That silent reminder
Of all the reasons
That made me fall in love with you;
Friendship,
If nothing more.
Submissive unto
My fairy tale love.
Let me be there for you,
Protect you,
Love you.
Let me be the book
That you just can't put down.
Let me kiss you
And hold you.
Let me be the song
That's the soundtrack to your soul.
And when you said it
I saw the beauty
You told me was there all along.
When you said it,
The grey blue eyes you love
Wept happy tears for once.
And that was when
I knew you meant it
And I knew I loved you too.
You took me in your arms,
Protecting me
Silent tears cascading
From blue waterfalls
Surrounded in red.
Red in her eyes
Red in her hair
And red on her skin
As she watches herself bleed.
She's learned not to be so mad
At him,
And all the things he'll never be for her.
But she can't quite get over
The hurt and the burn that follow each
Disappointment
And the anger she bottles inside.
And they fester
And grow
And suffocate her soul.
She's never really trusted anyone,
Never told them it all.
And so when she cries,
They can't understand why
She doesn't just move on.
And they don't understand
When he's hurt her again,
That everything is held together
By air.
So t
Thousands of believers, nations of people
Fighting over the one just and omniscient god
Fighting with the sciences that deny creation.
They're praying for a brighter death eternal
To an unseen vengeful deity
Threatening to smite the likes of man.
An alchemist deity created man
And man created a god for the people
A republic so governs the deities
Who battle for rights with the god
Of the people whose questions eternal
Might someday demystify creation.
Joy of Man's Desiring is only the creation
Of arrogant, questioning man
Seeking explanations for time eternal.
To stop the rebels of their people
They tell them tales of some god
The Weary Traveler by hugsnbutterflykisses, literature
Literature
The Weary Traveler
He turns away from the wind
and all of its diseases.
He hides from the sun
and all of its poisons.
He carries his load without aide
Because he is proud.
He stares evil in the eye
Because he is unaffected.
He avoids the truth
Because his lies provide comfort.
And he is lonely because he doesn't love.
He is afraid
because he is ignorant.
And he is tired because he never rests.
But he is weary
because he has turned away from God
It gives and it takes
The broken and the whole
Those gray and those of vibrant colors
It distinguishes not which are consumed by its violent hand
Because all are to become part of the ocean itself through the
Sand and waves which wear away their very being
And as He controls the waves that wash upon the shore,
Taking the shells that have washed upon the shore,
He takes our souls with Him
He distinguishes not the broken from the whole,
The rich from the poor,
Those who have suffered and are gray from those who did not and remain vibrant
Because all are to become a part of him through our life and our death
As the shells remain
60, 70
Passing each other at random
Getting
Angrier
at each and every pass
70,80
Finally getting so fed up,
The road called for them to race
(in order to beat the other jerk)
80,90
Weaving in and out of traffic
Pulling ahead until falling behind
the other
90, 100
Racing with passion
Oblivious to the other cars
Until finally slamming into the car in front
Stop, 0
Or so the officer said.
They ran right into the woman and her two children
All three dying instantaneously because of the impact
But their car still rolled off the road into that ditch.
They never meant to race
And ms. Matthews never meant to die that day
She
So dangerous, yet
Beautiful in its Death and Destruction.
Its path random, yet precise.
There is a sense of fire that draws me to it.
The fire is bright;
It burns all in its path.
And I stand at the edge of the flames as the wind feeds them. And I wish
I was in the flames.
So I could understand their anger and
Hate.
But I am the water that will extinguish the flames.
And I do not wish to do so.
For I live to watch the storm
That rumbles and grows angrier
In his eyes.
He seems to be in this mood a lot lately.
When he's like this, he's so alone, so hurt, so afraid.
He's a billion miles away;
Far beyond my reach to save.
He doesn't even notice when I leave his side.
When I catch him in that mood, I can tell he really doesn't want me there.
Sometimes I wonder if he ever wants me at all.
Eyes
Expressionless, meaningless,
Yet full of hiden lies and truths.
You look at me with the same as you use when
You question the ways of the
Weird and "abnormal"
But you have ignored the eyes of us,
The ones you discriminate
I may seem unimportant to you,
But I have hidden the true danger of my hand,
Fast writing the lines that cause you to snicker and
Question my soul,
Yet not even breach the barrier I maintain.
You have never noticed my true potentail
Yet you judge as though I am one with my face,
As though I am only what I appear to be
Unsaid and Unknown
Yet silently bidding the time until the truth may be
Spoken
Broken
Crying
Depressed
Unraveled and
Raw
And he takes all the pieces
Collecting them from the
Deepest corners of my soul
And he reassembles me
So that the cracks and the seams are
Invisible.
And I thank him,
Though nothing is said.
Because my smile is enough for him
You taught me to care when all I knew
was self devotion
To be true when all i knew were lies
To hope when all I knew was never
To smile when all I did was cry
To forgive when all I did was begrudge
For this, I thank you
You taught me to be beautiful when all
I knew was ugly
You taught me the beauty of voice when
all I knew was silence
You taught me how to speak when all I
knew were words
You taught me how to see when all I did
was look
You taught me to listen when I only
heard
You taught me to learn when all I did
was watch
You taught me to teach when all I did
was stand by
You ta
I saw you and I wondered;
How you could be in the crowd and yet so alone.
You were quiet and unsure.
I could see you had been hurt.
You were on of those "loners" I
saw everyday, every year.
You tried to fit in and I saw you;
Pushed out of every crowd.
And I wanted to ask,
But my soul told me no.
And I wanted to help,
But I didn't know how.
I am not the same person you see everyday.
I am different. Don't you understand?
And I am alone in my difference.
I could see you try to reach out.
I saw you withdraw.
I have been hurt. And I have healed.
But I am not as different as you think.
I long to be with the crowd. I am
Tired of
Collagen tinted lips
Cleverly painted eyes
A few words spoken
Hides all the lies
Wind blown hair
A strapless dress
French painted nails
No signs of duress
Twist of the lips
Bat of the eyes
Short skirts, high heels
Hides panic filled eyes
Purest realizations
Trapped between the glass
It's all a technicality
Sit quietly at mass
A finger to the lips
Salt filled eyes
Tear spiked eyelashes
Balloons filled with sighs
When will it STOP
Your lamenated games
With your next breath
I know the words will be the same
Caught red handed
The silver tear tracks
Are marking their Possession
Repeat
This morning,
I woke up
And found that all the world's sanity
Was on medical leave
And that chaos had found my bed
Warm and snuggly
And jumped in next to me.
I did not invite him.
He was too comfortable to care.
This morning,
I woke up
And found that a flock of frogs
Had discovered my family's throats
And found them warm and snuggly,
And crawled right in
To wait for spring
And decided, in the meantime,
To claim our voices for their own gain.
This morning,
I woke up
And found that the grandmother cat
Had been discovered by death,
And if she had been there,
She would have found me warm and snuggly
And crawled right onto
School Yard Melodrama by crucifiedxxxlust, literature
Literature
School Yard Melodrama
Adolescent lust,
Lays down on the table,
Seeping through the cracks,
In the walls.
Names engraved on stone cold walls,
They impersonate love letters,
Written by the youth of today.
I dont know why,
But I think the elders,
Would be appaled,
And dismayed
Of this projection of love,
Insenciere for some.
A harmony of fresh desire,
Take us in,
And spit us out,
With a bitter taste in our minds.
Filthy mouths,
Kiss parents good night,
After a day of fooling around.
Yes this is a school yard melodrama,
Experienced all over the earth,
Something fresher than,
Wooing and long-term romances.
They secrete inner longings,
Every por
Nowhere I'd rather be by relativestranger, literature
Literature
Nowhere I'd rather be
Lying in bed with you my darlin
You're lying next to me
Your gentle breathing's so relaxing
As you lie asleep
Your body looks so still and calm
No problems I can see
And when I'm this close to you baby
Nowhere I'd rather be
Riding on a train with you darlin
We're picking up speed
The wind is whistling through your hair
An open carriage seat
I'm sitting there and taking pictures
You turn and smile at me
And when I'm this close to you baby
Nowhere I'd rather be
Dancing in a club with you darlin
You're swinging to the beat
I do not have your sexy rhythm
Keep standing on your feet
But even then you don't lose patience
You per
She tries to hide a smile
To sit still and act composed
Her prim skirt and comfortable
Pumps are more suitable
Bor an office secretary
Of an age equal to her
Mothers. She has her
Thick hair pulled back
Into a servicable bun
And thick glasses hide her
Emerald eyes from the
World.
She's an unpolished gem
Of the first degree, the men
Around her don't look
Twice, or rather their
Gazes slide off her as if she were
A mannequin displaying
Nothing interesting. The
Women have sympathy for the
Woman with no sense
Of fashion, the one they know
Could not possible ensnare
A man. And ensnare it
Would be. But they never
Took the t
Cloudy Skies and
Even Cloudier Minds.
The desperate attempt to conceal the threat is futile.
Not worthwhile, Not even for a mile
of red ribbon and stars in the night sky.
The hazy barroom smoke
Is your last defense against the inevitable.
Projectiles being thrown at an increasing velocity
Heads toward the spoke of a wheel.
Spinning, Spinning never stopping.
Moving ever closer to a path of
Red ribbons entwining themselves
In a little girl's hair with starry eyes
Who isn't short but vertically challenged
And isn't white but caucasion.
Cloudy Skies and
Even Cloudier Minds.
Going to the bathroom in droves
And remaining meekly in
The lake bites back hard
Like green fangs in our feet
Numb to cold, but warm to hold
Wind pushes your shirt
Into cracks in the dock
Stay here with her.
Pink whisps melt into silver sky
A reluctant moon rises
While stars fall beside us
Small-town lights illuminate your face
And your dreams of flying away
Counting Down to Goodbye by hugsnbutterflykisses, literature
Literature
Counting Down to Goodbye
10 days and counting
down to goodbye.
Just thinking about it
I'm starting to cry.
Wrapping your present
And signing my name
Just thinking about
The day that you came.
That face and that smile
Ignited a spark,
And withdrew a girl
From a self- induced dark.
9 days and counting
down to goodbye.
Missing you now
And starting to cry.
Bittersweet smiles
And red- rimmed eyes,
Longing to laugh
And spewing out lies.
I can get through this,
I'm going to be fine.
Nothing can harm me,
Not pain nor love nor time.
8 days and counting
down to goodbye.
Faking a smile
And needing to cry.
I'm laughing and teasing
Like nothing is wro
Current Residence: Somewhere, Somehow City Favourite genre of music: anything Wallpaper of choice: paint Favourite cartoon character: Meg from Family Guy Personal Quote: My mind is open and my heart is free
Favourite Movies
Iron Jawed Angels
Favourite Games
rummy (gin/reg), spit, spoons
Tools of the Trade
some random thing, a broken heart, and never ending optimism
Miranda/Fern/Panda... has her life back? could it be?!
not really. she's still working wicked hard at inputting music with sibelius for the musical. but she has some time.
ok, done talking in 3rd person. I'm still tres busy, but I'm trying to keep up with everything. i have a pile of stuff to submit... over vacation, i promise.
I'm entering a writing competition, for poetry, obviously. I'm gonig to work a bit on narrowing down the piece I'd like to submit, and then work hard at edits, but if you have one that you think i should do, let me, know, i'll consider it.
and i am still tres confused with guys. at a party and...really good lookin
Ok, I know I haven't been really active as of late, but I've been REALLY busy. In fact, I really should call the kid I tutor and tell them... a little late at night for that... tomorrow.
ANYHOO, I am leaving the state on Saturday morning, but tomorrow I have a huge concert and won't be home, and Friday is being devoted to all my work that I'll be missing... including a MONSTER project (morality play) that I NEEDED a laptop for, but my dad is an ASSHOLE and felt the need to be totally irresponsible, and not only not to enable me to do my work, but he also decided not to book hotels. GD, why do I have to be the parent!?
Where was I? Oh, yeah.
Alrighty, good news first:
i have multiple IDEAS for new pieces. i'm just too busy to write.
and i am now officially a size 4!!!!!!!! (made my padre go out and shop with me all day yesterday too)
my babies are all repaired, and that makes me happy.
i am buying a shirt that has the trombone motto seen in my tag.
and the bad...:
i haven't written anything unrequired in ages.
i have no time to do so.
i am so busy a school, i honestly don't remember last week.
and i haven't commented properly on most deviations, and for that, i apologize