Post by Aerion on Aug 5, 2008 12:07:37 GMT 1
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Scratches on a page;
Lines filled with thoughts;
Words dripping with emotions;
These words are mine,
And mine alone.
They are a tool of my passion;
An expression of me;
A mirror into my soul.
These words are a reflection;
A reflection of creativity.
A symbol of what makes me;
My individuality,
Speaking through ink on paper.
Glass Heart
A crack in a glass heart
Grows and Grows,
Forming a web over its surface.
It beats and beats
A rhythm of betrayal;
A metronome of regret;
And still the crack grows,
Larger and Larger,
Deeper and Deeper.
Fragile it becomes,
This broken glass heart;
Just a mere shadow
Could crush it soundly.
A single phrase,
A string of words,
Sends it shattering;
Shattering into crimson pieces.
A fragile glass heart,
Forever lost;
Lost in a sea of sorrow
Same, We Are Not
Inspired by George Tooker's Government Bureau.
An expression seen daily
On every visage you see;
The same neutral frown,
The same emotionless black eyes;
Their all the same,
Not a detail out of place.
But no one is the same,
Can’t they see?
Neither he nor she
Bear the same appearance.
We’re monochrome in their eyes;
Everyone’s an identical doll.
Pull the strings
And we move the same.
But you see;
We are not clones;
We are different;
Different as night and day.
You are you,
And I am me.
Same, We are not.
White Lies
White lies.
So small and simple,
So easily told,
And full of half truths.
But they bleed.
Like ink on a page,
Blood from a wound,
Leaving a trail to the truth,
you tried to hide.
You've woven them intricately,
Manipulated your words,
And made them sound feasible.
They dig you further into trouble
That will inevitably come.
When you think you're safe,
On high, level ground,
They crumble and break apart,
Making you tumble
Into the pit you made.
White lies.
So small and simple,
So easily told,
And full of half truths.
But they fail you.
Always.
Scratches on a page;
Lines filled with thoughts;
Words dripping with emotions;
These words are mine,
And mine alone.
They are a tool of my passion;
An expression of me;
A mirror into my soul.
These words are a reflection;
A reflection of creativity.
A symbol of what makes me;
My individuality,
Speaking through ink on paper.
Glass Heart
A crack in a glass heart
Grows and Grows,
Forming a web over its surface.
It beats and beats
A rhythm of betrayal;
A metronome of regret;
And still the crack grows,
Larger and Larger,
Deeper and Deeper.
Fragile it becomes,
This broken glass heart;
Just a mere shadow
Could crush it soundly.
A single phrase,
A string of words,
Sends it shattering;
Shattering into crimson pieces.
A fragile glass heart,
Forever lost;
Lost in a sea of sorrow
Same, We Are Not
Inspired by George Tooker's Government Bureau.
An expression seen daily
On every visage you see;
The same neutral frown,
The same emotionless black eyes;
Their all the same,
Not a detail out of place.
But no one is the same,
Can’t they see?
Neither he nor she
Bear the same appearance.
We’re monochrome in their eyes;
Everyone’s an identical doll.
Pull the strings
And we move the same.
But you see;
We are not clones;
We are different;
Different as night and day.
You are you,
And I am me.
Same, We are not.
White Lies
White lies.
So small and simple,
So easily told,
And full of half truths.
But they bleed.
Like ink on a page,
Blood from a wound,
Leaving a trail to the truth,
you tried to hide.
You've woven them intricately,
Manipulated your words,
And made them sound feasible.
They dig you further into trouble
That will inevitably come.
When you think you're safe,
On high, level ground,
They crumble and break apart,
Making you tumble
Into the pit you made.
White lies.
So small and simple,
So easily told,
And full of half truths.
But they fail you.
Always.