Little heart,
slayed and decayed.
It's not the end,
let go of sorrow's borrow;
for tomorrow is another day.
Another day for feeling and revealing.
<3Dil.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Starstruck.
Girl with the stars in her eyes-
for all their sweet beautiful lies.
Their heart is in the wrong place,
her head is in the wrong time and space.
Drunk off soft, intoxicating kisses;
"If only it could be." she wishes.
Is she really so gullible,
and really so unlovable?
<3Dil.
for all their sweet beautiful lies.
Their heart is in the wrong place,
her head is in the wrong time and space.
Drunk off soft, intoxicating kisses;
"If only it could be." she wishes.
Is she really so gullible,
and really so unlovable?
<3Dil.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Words Left Unspoken.
These words that escape are not but vomit from my lips
a symptom of the disease that tortures my mind -
a vision, illusion of something for which I pined
the sickness deludes and confuses invading with darkness like an eclipse
If only you were here now to comfort me with pretty claws so sharp
you are the sickness, the disease which spreads and infects -
unreachable, untouchable just the image my mind's eye reflects
but still your words reach out to me and lull me like a harp
Do you even know these feelings?
If only you shared the same cravings.
<3Dil.
a symptom of the disease that tortures my mind -
a vision, illusion of something for which I pined
the sickness deludes and confuses invading with darkness like an eclipse
If only you were here now to comfort me with pretty claws so sharp
you are the sickness, the disease which spreads and infects -
unreachable, untouchable just the image my mind's eye reflects
but still your words reach out to me and lull me like a harp
Do you even know these feelings?
If only you shared the same cravings.
<3Dil.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
This time
Sold my soul to God for a night with a devil dressed in white.
Though it may not look like it, I am human too.
But, the blank stare like you don't care is the pain I can't contain.
Emotion is the language I speak and even anger is a word I can understand
I can't remember the last words you spoke,
but I remember the emotion I felt,
when you left forever, never to return.
And I'm not sad, I just want your attention.
Let's venture far, far away.
I just need something,
anything,
I don't know,
I don't care,
anything will do.
Nothing always disappoints me.
Deja vu never hurt so much, but it's a language I speak.
<3Dil.
Though it may not look like it, I am human too.
But, the blank stare like you don't care is the pain I can't contain.
Emotion is the language I speak and even anger is a word I can understand
I can't remember the last words you spoke,
but I remember the emotion I felt,
when you left forever, never to return.
And I'm not sad, I just want your attention.
Let's venture far, far away.
I just need something,
anything,
I don't know,
I don't care,
anything will do.
Nothing always disappoints me.
Deja vu never hurt so much, but it's a language I speak.
<3Dil.
Monday, November 30, 2009
A work in progress.
This is the world I live in, where smut has replaced romance and uncouth blatancy has replaced mystery, but then again, wasn't "romance" just another name for control and deceit?
My hobby used to be people watching until they all became sort of a gray colour, washed out. Everything is so easy now a days and no need to tend to the details everything is always "just fine" and "that's good enough" along with a fix of different hormones brought upon in the easiest way possible. I'm no better, but I feel remorse for the loss of effort and abstract beauty and it's lonely looking for another one of my kind; someone that still has some colour in them and stands out, like the imperfect ones. I wish they could see it like I can, but they're too pre-occupied by perceived beauty bombarded at their eyes from anything but the mirror. Like the "nerdy" boy on the street that walks with no self-esteem and doesn't wear clothes that are quite fashionable, or the chubby girl with glasses on the bus holding her bag to her chest like a sort of comfort blanket. I wish they could see it, but then they might not be so beautiful anymore.
<3Dil.
My hobby used to be people watching until they all became sort of a gray colour, washed out. Everything is so easy now a days and no need to tend to the details everything is always "just fine" and "that's good enough" along with a fix of different hormones brought upon in the easiest way possible. I'm no better, but I feel remorse for the loss of effort and abstract beauty and it's lonely looking for another one of my kind; someone that still has some colour in them and stands out, like the imperfect ones. I wish they could see it like I can, but they're too pre-occupied by perceived beauty bombarded at their eyes from anything but the mirror. Like the "nerdy" boy on the street that walks with no self-esteem and doesn't wear clothes that are quite fashionable, or the chubby girl with glasses on the bus holding her bag to her chest like a sort of comfort blanket. I wish they could see it, but then they might not be so beautiful anymore.
<3Dil.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
At last we meet again.
A clear mind, blurred eyes and tarnished soul-
nothing more beautiful than the image in the mind.
Always dreaming and afraid to wake - reality is never what you think.
No such thing as perfection, just merely the illusion,
the scale of imperfection, and the mask you wear.
Inner and outer beauty - hardly ever both.
Do you wear your hardships on the outside, or keep them concealed?
Perhaps one day it will be revealed...
until then, keep hiding, and smiling.
Reading,
writing,
and escaping.
<3Dil.
nothing more beautiful than the image in the mind.
Always dreaming and afraid to wake - reality is never what you think.
No such thing as perfection, just merely the illusion,
the scale of imperfection, and the mask you wear.
Inner and outer beauty - hardly ever both.
Do you wear your hardships on the outside, or keep them concealed?
Perhaps one day it will be revealed...
until then, keep hiding, and smiling.
Reading,
writing,
and escaping.
<3Dil.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Trembling Hand in the Rain
I found you, and I remember the bell tower strike midnight
There it was, the ghost in the mist and I was terrified as I looked upon the scars I adorn to this day.
Yet the cold breath you gave me did not chill,
It was the fresh breeze flowing through the hell in my mind.
Now tears flow once more, lukewarm tears to warm the icy heart throbbing in my chest.
That kind smile...
I saw it reflected as I blew back the dust, removed the spider webs.
Anxious and frantic with fear... or excitement?
There it was, the path.
Long lost forgotten path, I may now tread again.
And you, to show the way.
Excited, aroused, amused, emotions defrosted and alive once again.
Now seconds are eons until our hands warm each other's again
But, always travelling together with the same destination,
and always with your image guiding, warming, healing my soul.
My prince in the darkness.
<3Dil.
There it was, the ghost in the mist and I was terrified as I looked upon the scars I adorn to this day.
Yet the cold breath you gave me did not chill,
It was the fresh breeze flowing through the hell in my mind.
Now tears flow once more, lukewarm tears to warm the icy heart throbbing in my chest.
That kind smile...
I saw it reflected as I blew back the dust, removed the spider webs.
Anxious and frantic with fear... or excitement?
There it was, the path.
Long lost forgotten path, I may now tread again.
And you, to show the way.
Excited, aroused, amused, emotions defrosted and alive once again.
Now seconds are eons until our hands warm each other's again
But, always travelling together with the same destination,
and always with your image guiding, warming, healing my soul.
My prince in the darkness.
<3Dil.
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