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I don't speak in the same tongue as you.
Your words twist like serpents, and strike for the kill but I'm numb from the venom of your first bite.
{i thought i could hide behind aesthetic dreams forever and a day, but when i peeked out from behind closed doors, the reality struck me like lightening. i only had one shot, darling, for lightening doesn't stike the same spot twice.}
I never learnt French.
The language of romance, of charm and craft. And you speak it oh so well.
{your cunning words flow like rapids and it takes all concentration to keep up with the mere phonetics i can't understand. translated into english, your cunning words slither and climb up my body, crushing my whole entity. each time my organs crumble to dust. stranglution doesn't better the heart.}
Foreign words are overrated.
I don't need them to understand you. Your expressions reads like a bestseller and it scares me.
{your inner thoughts become clearer and clearer as you speak, the fog in front of my eyes slowly starts to rise, allowing my eyes to explore my surroundings. it seems you've got me under your rock and i'm not strong enough to vanish from here. i can't even break free from your iron grasp.}
Maybe you'll forget over time?
So here I'll wait until you forget these misconstrued words or one day squeeze to hard on your lifeless victim.
{by than all i could ever wish is to never to see a snake again.}
Your words twist like serpents, and strike for the kill but I'm numb from the venom of your first bite.
{i thought i could hide behind aesthetic dreams forever and a day, but when i peeked out from behind closed doors, the reality struck me like lightening. i only had one shot, darling, for lightening doesn't stike the same spot twice.}
I never learnt French.
The language of romance, of charm and craft. And you speak it oh so well.
{your cunning words flow like rapids and it takes all concentration to keep up with the mere phonetics i can't understand. translated into english, your cunning words slither and climb up my body, crushing my whole entity. each time my organs crumble to dust. stranglution doesn't better the heart.}
Foreign words are overrated.
I don't need them to understand you. Your expressions reads like a bestseller and it scares me.
{your inner thoughts become clearer and clearer as you speak, the fog in front of my eyes slowly starts to rise, allowing my eyes to explore my surroundings. it seems you've got me under your rock and i'm not strong enough to vanish from here. i can't even break free from your iron grasp.}
Maybe you'll forget over time?
So here I'll wait until you forget these misconstrued words or one day squeeze to hard on your lifeless victim.
{by than all i could ever wish is to never to see a snake again.}
Literature
Who Knew
The curtain's close, and the colors fade.
Made holes around my faith. It's the day.
My dying day. You and I no longer speak
Of dreams we've come to make.
who knew it came to this
The fires breath only seem warmer the night before.
When the shady trees came together to watch the ties
Form around our souls. For both of us to hold.
The dew drips on our moon drop pallet's.
It tickles our toes and our tenderness begins
To show. Such a fickle moment. Such a dire
Time spending on a thread about to break.
who knew it would.
We embrace and part ways, only to rise
With the sun and yet again become one.
who knew we wouldn't.
The basking
Literature
Invidious
Jealousy does
not suit you.
A leech, feeding
on my soul just
to find the words
you cannot say
in my presence;
but behind my
back you glow
with arrogance.
You shine with
a false sense
of brilliance
that will never
captivate anything
more than a
dead audience.
-Brian Shuffett
August 9th, 2010
Literature
I'll Tell You Who You Are.
I realized too late that I had lost my voice
between the strings of my guitar,
playing for faceless crowds
invisible in stage light and
so
tired
of cheap beer and cheaper love
saying can't you do any better than
this
?
I lost my sight to blinding fever
rising too high to come down
you said
it has to get worse
before it gets better, but it never got
better
at all.
and so we cry for voiceless birds
that fly high
to fall fast
circling frozen earth that buried the last of civilized animals,
and the first of our ancestors
taught to talk
and walk on two legs,
the trained beasts
we slowly became a car crash
broken glass
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meh. it's alright i suppose. i have a bigger version of it in my head, but i'm too tired to put it into words.
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042. standing still.
prompted by ~Only-Another-Wraith's "Embrasse-moi doucement."
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#100ThemeChallenge
042. standing still.
prompted by ~Only-Another-Wraith's "Embrasse-moi doucement."
seen here:
Garde-moi de tes mensonges serpentins et embrasse-moi bonne nuit douce. Je ne veux pas entendre tes protestations. S'il-te-plait, ne te confesses pas, je sais déjà ce que tu fais. Tout mensonge en valait la peine de la fin, mon amour; embrasse-moi jusqu'à ce que je tombe dans la nuit de délices - parce que, oui, tes baisers impressionnent. Alors épargne moi les contes de désolation; je n'ai pas besoin de connaître les détails sordides. Embrasse-moi bonne nuit et disparais dans la nuit!
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this is good. im no good at critiques, but i can say i really liked this