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| Wednesday, October 24, 2007 |
| a date |
clear up my head,
go away, one last time.
we'll meet again tomorrow,
on the edge of the same building,
contemplating infinity.
a bitter smile, carved on the corner of my lips,
it's a mask i can't dispose.
i'll wash the silence off my face,
get new colours for my nightmares.
you go away now,
leave me alone
in my oversaturated universe,
i'm inventing new names
for my old fears,
just to stay busy.
i left the world behind and bought this
-oh so craved for-
peace of mind.
must abuse it for what it's worth,
wait for me there,
i'll soon be out of breath. |
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| Friday, October 19, 2007 |
| cigarette break conversation |
i'm not gonna change my mind
because you think it's twisted.
i'll take my time,
teach you my rules...
i'll show you how to turn water
into nothing at all.
i'll tell you when it's time to stalk
and when it's fine to kill.
one day,
i'll let you know
how i invented life and death-
such beautiful notions -
be patient, all in good time!
just sit there
and watch, learn, wait...
when all this is over,
we'll hunt each other down,
perfectly trained
animals of prey. |
| posted by Maharet @ 12:21 PM |
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| silence |
silence
and a word stuck in my head.
silence
and the scars on my wrists.
silence
and the demons by my side.
silence
and the white light, far away.
silence
and a note with what i forgot to say.
silence
and the regrets.
silence. |
| posted by Maharet @ 12:21 PM |
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| Saturday, October 13, 2007 |
| gone by |
where is your glory now?
hiding behind every beer bottle,
you drink your life,
for what it's worth.
telling stories of the past,
when your name was written in blood
all over teenagers' wrists,
and your every word
was the Bible according to
you.
so, where are you now?
digging deep in your soul
to find self respect?
or telling your name to strangers,
hoping they remember you?
i don't want to see who you've become;
and you waste your time,
i won't tell them your name.
it's just a story,
with no happy ending,
because you know misery sells,
and you never get a second chance. |
| posted by Maharet @ 5:29 PM |
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| a thought |
it's just that weird feeling
we all get,
when we find the mirror,
but can't find ourselves.
that same word,
full of bitterness and anger,
we all say,
when we find ourselves,
but we can't find our place.
sure, it's the same look on your face,
when you see me,
hands in my pocket
and smoke in my head.
we found each other,
separate lives,
parallel ways. |
| posted by Maharet @ 5:28 PM |
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| Monday, October 8, 2007 |
| die with me |
it sounds like crumbled paper,
your voice.
you look at me with sandy eyes,
lost inside a dream
of blood red roses
and sharp noises...
and we wait.
the end of the world is near,
like a car crash waiting to happen.
it will only take a lifetime
to see things
in a new darkness.
together we stand,
facing time and consequences-
i am not afraid,
the life we waste
is nothing,
compared to how
revenge should taste! |
| posted by Maharet @ 6:50 PM |
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| Sunday, October 7, 2007 |
| pact |
they won't leave me alone,
the violent angels
with steel wings
that hurt my face.
the winter of our distress,
our sickness and
we, the problem children
wandering around.
i cut my veins to show you
there's still life in this
scorched, frowned
recipient
we call body.
help me kill the angels
and melt their wings,
we'll make us weapons
and rule the dead. |
| posted by Maharet @ 4:49 PM |
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| Friday, October 5, 2007 |
| punishment |
we never stop learning,
you say,
and your fast thinking is giving me
motion sickness.
you stop.
start over
and i re-arrange my obsessions
alphabetically.
in the horror of what
i've become,
you send me back in my corner,
to play with the spiders. |
| posted by Maharet @ 7:36 PM |
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| Thursday, October 4, 2007 |
| guide to being me |
I'm as real as they come,
punching against walls
and bulletproof windows,
I'm real.
I'm as "me" as it gets,
hiding in the spotlight
of forever playing shows,
that's me.
I'm as young as you want me,
pretending i listen,
when I'm actually erasing
everything from my head
as we speak,
cause I'm young.
I'm as cool as i can be,
puppets, strings and no
instructions attached.
I'm cool...yeah...
I'm too cool |
| posted by Maharet @ 3:48 PM |
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| Monday, October 1, 2007 |
| on my knees |
raising my head so i can look at you,
this glimpse
a dark past, chasing me
moving my hand so i can brush you away
these awful words,
a truth hard to swallow
taking a breath so i can speak to you
the all seeing pillar of
nothing at all.
my knees hurt
and it's not from praying,
not at all...
i'm done here, let's do it again sometime
you can shut me up
like no-one else. |
| posted by Maharet @ 11:25 AM |
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| snow whiter |
spinning around in a maze,
not sure if i want to get out
or just leave you behind.
i smashed my mirrors-
liar,
and now i'm counting
the years of bad luck.
i already paid for all my future sins,
i shed blood and many, many skins.
carefully poisoning the apples
now,
wipe your crystal tears,
they won't save you.
feel the taste of passing time
on your lips,
go to sleep, you selfish bitch,
i'll be waiting,
i'll trick your prince,
it's a lost bet here,
you see,
i'll take a chance and play my cards right
tonight,
it's just them and
me. |
| posted by Maharet @ 11:24 AM |
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