Courageously Getting Nowhere by BlackEagle01, literature
Literature
Courageously Getting Nowhere
Be silent, my sweet
the dawn is still a wisp
in a dream
I might once have had
under starry but stormy skies
where the dry chill
and freezing ground meet
to form a thousand
a million
perfect crystals, intertwining.
Be still, my sorrow
fluttering wings beat
the wisp spirals
courageously striking forth
to become more than a dream
to be real
running along skin like a tingle
and the dry chill is bone deep
crystals like needles
weaving, winding, seething, gnawing
storm is brewing, stars are scattering
light is leaving.
Be glad, my love
the glow has arisen
extinguishing night
the wisp vanishes
ghostly
an apparition of fals
Of Gods and Imperfections by BlackEagle01, literature
Literature
Of Gods and Imperfections
A myth, a legend, fantastical tale
passed on from parent to child.
Where there once was an aura of grandeur
there now lies a narrative defiled.
All powerful Gods and Demons
fighting battles of such immense scale.
A myth is something ethereal,
from Medusa to the Holy Grail.
Yet with the inevitable progression
of language from guise to guise,
myth's meaning has become distorted
its connotations changing impact and size.
No longer does one in their minds eye
conjure images of Aphrodite or Zeus.
Myths now are more commonly urban
and their integrity is far more loose.
Myths in the twenty-first century
are nothing like tales of old
A crowd sat waiting,
wondering,
watching,
hoping,
longing,
lusting to hear the famous melodies,
the Orchestra of Love is playing,
tickets sold out months ago,
a packed auditorium,
a thousand eager faces look on.
Instruments gleam, almost radiate light,
their surfaces polished to perfection,
trumpets, trombones, saxophones,
each held aloft, ready to cut loose.
The Great Hall is filled with the overwhelming sound
of silent anticipation,
the conductor raises his hands,
the gleaming metal is raised to lips,
and violins are raised to chins,
the first symphony of desire is about to begin.
I have the notes drawn upon the pages of
Pain
that came with touching you
can still be felt today,
I flinch each time your image passes through my
head
down to the places that we always liked to go,
now filled with ghosts,
the faceless memories contained in every single
inch
by inch I passed your flesh beneath my unnerved hands,
how I'd longed to do this,
playing in my fantasies for far too
long
hair slightly curled around your temptress Siren face,
too tempting for a man of weak resolve;
My mind had melted long ago and you were in
control
myself, I must, I must, this isn't right,
but even as I said it I gave in,
Your scent an aphrodisiac and your lips enticed m
The wild beast that tore and scratched,
that plotted, planned, devised;
the beast that once had the coldest touch
and cunning, silent eyes;
The animal whom all it touched
turned to hatred and deceit,
who couldn't pick between the two,
both just pieces of meat.
Couldn't pick so took the lot
ignoring all the cries -
turned its back on all who cared
and fed them endless lies.
Devoured 'til he had his fill
but couldn't just stop there,
try to take on competition,
not willing to ever share.
Losing was not an option,
but evil never wins.
No way the Lord has mercy on
the one who carries all those sins.
One knockout punch was all
You're Dating My Best Friend by BlackEagle01, literature
Literature
You're Dating My Best Friend
You've caused a massive hole,
One you cannot mend.
The reason is because,
You're dating my best friend.
I've tried to stay cool,
At least I've tried to pretend.
But it hurts so much knowing.
You're dating my best friend.
I fell down and endless hole,
Wondering if on my feet I would end,
You've pushed me over the edge,
By dating my best friend.
All I could do was sit and wait,
Hoping your friendship you would send,
But that's all crashed and burned.
You're dating my best friend.
But still I reach out,
Hoping you will take my hand,
But it only grew numb.
When I found out you were dating my best friend.
And yet I still press
So here I am,
With knife in hand,
I'm getting ready to leave this land.
Is this really it?
The way I want to be going?
Without a single person who might care even knowing?
Do I want to make it easy,
And silently slip away?
Or do I want to try and struggle through yet another day?
No way, I think.
I slit my wrists.
I watch me die.
And that was that.
My final Goodbye.
If you really want to know me,
Cease to see me as a whole,
Discover me in pieces,
Find what moves my soul.
Rip apart my body,
Clutch my broken heart,
See if you can pinpoint,
Just when it feel apart.
Envision if you can,
All the girls I've loved before,
Then use me, cut me, tease me,
Knock me to the floor.
Toss the heart aside,
You wouldn't be the only one,
Feel the power you have over me,
Now, aren't you having fun?
Look into my deep green eyes,
Then remove them from their place,
Distort all of the images,
You'd still see her faded face.
I never could forget her,
Or the others just the same,
Always just
Do you remember?
Everything we had.
Before everything turned upside down,
Before it all turned bad?
Do you remember?
The long ride home on the bus?
There was nobody else in the world,
Nobody but us.
And do you remember?
Every morning I came,
To meet you at seven,
You thought I was insane.
Do you remember any of this?
And if you do, is it missed?
I couldn't bear, to be apart,
Not for one moment,
You'd stolen my heart.
Even leaving you when you had to go home every night,
Was so hard, to say goodbye, i had to fight.
Looking back, it was silly I know,
But you just made my entire life glow.
And Do you remember?
Our very firs
In the rain, In the dark
I see no end to the despair.
The suffering you put me through
And how you dont even care.
It hurts that you could do this
And that you could be so cold,
My solitude has just begun
Now that my hearts been sold.
A girl is not worth my tears.
For the one who is shall not make me cry.
I thought you were for me,
It must have been a lie.
It must have been a simple lie,
A twisting of the truth,
To cause me to be laying here,
alone, under this roof.
In the room that we spent hours in,
Whiling away the time,
not knowing that each passing minute,
was one closer to you not being mine.
How futile is this life
I look up
And see the entrance
The only way out of this hole
I have dug
Far, far above are clouds
My eyes blink away the water
It falls on my face
Running rivlets through the mud in my hair
I wipe away the rain
And try to find a place for my hands
To grasp
To pull me out
I heave myself up a few feet
My bare feet find holes to stand in
Slowly, I rise
Ascending the slick walls
I brace myself against the sides
The climb may be long
And I may be weary
At times, I slip down again
But one day, I'll reach the top
Only to find
The Earth is filled with thousands of holes
Each hiding someone else.
Light the candle, start the fire.
Snuggle down for the end of the world.
Watch the sun reach its zenith, one more time.
Kiss me, again, one last time.
Forget your cares, forget your needs, this is all we get.
Be at peace, be at ease, I am here for you.
Watching the sun set, listening to it coming,
I realize how lucky I was, how beautiful you are.
Death is at the door, I can here it knocking, but it will wait,
Yes, it will wait for a little more, one more time...
Kiss me, one last time.
My love, my dear,
Is like a burning flame.
It can never be extinguished,
It can never be tamed.
Wherever you go,
Whatever you do,
Whoever you love,
I'll always love you.
Each night since you left me
I cry myself to sleep,
Because I have lost you
And my outlook is bleak.
I miss the way you held me,
I miss the way I was kissed,
I miss everything about you,
Yet somehow I don't think I'm missed...
I miss falling asleep with you in my arms,
I miss waking up in yours,
I even miss the other things,
Like the way you kept me awake when you snored.
To see you with someone else tears me apart,
My heart lies dead on the floor,
And e
Libras decend
into the chasm.
The wind batters their wings,
and the flames of sin lick at their blindfolds.
And nearing the bottom
their scales become balanced,
unbaised and unforgiving.
Unwitholding and maticulous,
in their judgement I see life,
and in their ignorance I see escape.
Atop their thrones,
I beseech them for wisdom.
They bestow upon me
the third eye
at the price of submission
to my own screaming demons.
Such a small price to pay
for the price of
judgment and balance.
the decline of innocence by everyotherday, literature
Literature
the decline of innocence
The room filled with smoke from cigarettes,
intensely fluttering like butterflies.
Uneasiness as light shines through the doors.
Young girls breeze in wearing too much makeup.
The look of things leaves people wrestling
Especially with themselves and their thoughts.
These girls choose to speak lies, not true thoughts.
As young as five they've tried the cigarettes.
"I know about sex, they're not wrestling".
Little girls no longer love butterflies.
"Mommy, I'm not pretty without makeup".
The media's opened so many doors.
With shame mothers peak into daughters doors,
Looking for innocence, to save their thoughts.
Wishing they could
Nevermind the Storm,
that Devastates and Tears,
Engulfes the early morn,
Leaving traces with no cares.
Nevermind the Water,
Which Drowns, Traps and Snatches.
Takes away your only daughter,
The innocent it catches.
Nevermind the Fire,
That Licks babies to Death.
Forces the strong to retire,
Steals each and every Breath.
Nevermind these fears,
That fears that we all face.
Beacuse after all these years,
There is a winner of this race.
It's losing you to no one
Ambiguity wins through.
Tearing up my fun,
Just because
I
Love
You.
The Man Who Lost His Sun by BlackEagle01, literature
Literature
The Man Who Lost His Sun
Running down the street and I'm
following the sun, It's winter time
and you'll be gone so long -
Running down the street and I'm
following the shine, It's cold in the blizzard
but I'm still warm inside.
Not a night for loving a strange voice said -
That same little voice that's always in my head -
Not a night for loving, one for running instead
As I ran into the night.
Running down the street and I'm
chasing the sun, It's winter time
and you'll be gone too long -
Running down the street and I'm
chasing the shine, It's cold in the blizzard
but I'm warm inside.
I lost myself in darkness when the
sun did disappear,
The cold was
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Hmm. I think I'm going to stop mentally maming myself about university and sit back and enjoy the ride.
It's not doing me much good all this fretting to be perfectly honest. So I'm going to give it the boot!
Whay to life! Lets stop hiding and open our eyes and live it! :D
Ironically, after posting my previous entry, my anthology arrived from Poetry.com, and not only was it as they had described, I was impressed by the quality of the book - hard back and gold leafed on the front. I got what I paid for in my opinion - this part of their site at least, is not a scam as far as I'm concerned.