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The Brotherhood-- Glory DaysYou want photographic proof Of my memories, (Where you been hidin', Kid-- what's keepin' you Out there?) But I don't have manyThe Brotherhood-- Glory Days
Pictures to account for all these Good Times that you're Expecting. The only images I recall are Blurs of jagged mirrors, Painted with my sickly face In the reflection. The Reflections are interrupted by Orderly white lines Marching to their death Marching to my death. Imagine, if you will, a Room of smoke and mirrors With no magic tricks- only Scared boys and girls, staring
At the escape &nb


The Day After ChristmasYou had a Lust constructed of Light bulb corpses and Hollow beer cans. You saw art, but I Don't see the Aesthetics of your crime. The shades look less And less like those of Mona Lisa. After all, she kept her Dress on, safe and sound. But I was never safe, And you were never sound. Thou shall not betray-- It was clearly engraved Everywhere we looked: In the bedroom door that Your mother let us close, In the naive smoke circles Above your head. I guess you had quite the Revelation on that sofa Just big enougThe Day After Christmas


Monstrous Winters PastOh, winter night, You stand outside my window and Sing love songs to my bones. My bones--they miss you dearly And I have to quiet them at night When the thoughts are loudest. I have to hush them when them Scream out your name--such Agony, such temptation. When I sit down for dinner, You howl outside; one year Later and you're still a monster. When I walk outside, I Do not delay, because I don't Want to hear you weeping: "I miss your ribs, exposed and Sickening; I miss your fingers, Intrusive like thieves, sliding Down your throat. You cMonstrous Winters Past


Selfish Fleeting LoveYour arms around each other, you Look so hopelessly tangled. I'd inform you of the potential Health hazards and old wives' Tales about these things, but I'm Rather tangled in jealousy myself. (I feel Strangled You feel Embraced). I apologize for the bitter estates of I Love You More Looming and imminent like a secret In my chest. And, to be frank, I would've been Elsewhere that Night, and each night just like it, But I wasn't, so I grieved for my Sobriety as I watched you Tangle yourself in him once again. So I pray each nigSelfish Fleeting Love


the aspiration left us hopefulsuch a stellar life striving for Him as the lost remain with the world in ruinthe aspiration left us hopeful
we cry the tears of Heaven tears of joy, oh God reflection. press on, press on my friend
the war is on.
may the hand of grace be upon us all. let the everlasting love of Jesus Christ be the one remaining message.
He saved us, now let us save Him.
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~PoeticDesire
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*dingding* RULES:
1- You can't glomp the person who glomped you!
2- You can't glomp the same person! EVER AGAIN!!
3- You -MUST- glomp 4 people! If you don't you're a terrible person and I shall take your soul!!
4- This must be put on their userpage! Nowhere else!
5- You must actually like the person to glomp them!
Remember the person who glomped you loves you! So you must glomp a person you love as well!
This glomping was started by ~ demon-of-the-light SPREAD THE LUUUUV!!!
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"Imitation is Suicide"--Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Love is a terrible curse that bewitches the mind...
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Cut me deeper. Cut me true. All these scars were made for you.
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The lies are killing me. But the truths are worse.
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