12/14/12 school shooting. by Surfacethin, literature
Literature
12/14/12 school shooting.
Today is a very sad day. The sky is crying, and I sat alone in my room this morning and joined the sky in mourning. How could I not cry? With my minds eyes on so many dead small ones. We are but one tribe. One people of flesh and blood. As hard as we try to bring up walls that define us, we were all children in hallways once. This pain is good and right, and let it remind us all that pain begets pain. All we can do is send out a beacon of love, bright enough to match that which is dark and evil in this world. It won't be just one of us, but a wall of light coming from each and every bit of stardust that has ever gazed upon the heavens. Today
Always take the path of most resistance. This was his mantra. He fancied himself unyielding in his beliefs. To temper his heart in the hottest tongues of flame was saintly. How hard he tried to be as stone. To make the torrents part before him. For how else could he hope calm the waters? He felt that the constant struggle would make him strong, until one day he could hold the world at bay. A futile thing like unbroken dawn, just past the horizon. Raging against the waking dream, choking truth from the lips of angels. A conquest, not of land, but of a life. Invaders sent from the distant landscapes of a scared mind, died at the end of wielded
Corrosive
Cake
Factory
Little worker bee
Tainted honeyed lips
Death
Bliss
Kiss
How to hollow hallowed walls
From a shallow bed of dirt
Wraith baby doll
Lamentable love
You used to be my beautiful girl. Music chimed in your laughter, and your eyes pierced right through me. Green and blue rippling in a tone beyond words, I held my breath as I fell into those elegant pools. So fresh it felt, as if to match the night air. Drawing in the light from your eyes till the vein of love in my heart swelled to match your own, I kissed you. On a bench in the cold night air we kissed, the warmth of your lips like a flame driving back darkness. Entranced by each mounting moment we fled to the shelter of locked doors and soft blankets.
I made a list;
A list of some things I truly missed
I missed your kiss
I missed your
When you take down all the walls of your home
Don't be surprised when you're cold and alone
No balm for my blistered mind
I sought solace in eyes
Tasted lies
You all wanted to keep me around like you owned me
I'm confused
To be left alone in the dark after so long in the sun
Bitter again
Feeling so surfacethin
A wraith in this broken home
Around my feet my life hides in the rubble
Too weak to leave this place
My walking bones
Thin as a knife
Pale as death's kiss
In my own personal hell
Remember it was you
You brought me to this
I saw him for what he was
All harsh lines and heavy breathing
Bitter breath and a blind tongue
Broadcast his sickly rage
Pervasive in the air like old fetid death
Unmistakable in my mind
For the thousandth time I watched
Helpless
Arms ripped from the sockets of a Ken doll lay limp
Apathy was my deadliest sin as I watched him
Holding you in the candle light
Like a demon star
He ripped away your light
I saw him from the stairs
My thoughts were lifted
Higher than you ever would have guessed
Like a knight of old
I sold my soul
A hollow filled me brightly
A shield was bound inside my chest
With this now I felt so gifted
As
12/14/12 school shooting. by Surfacethin, literature
Literature
12/14/12 school shooting.
Today is a very sad day. The sky is crying, and I sat alone in my room this morning and joined the sky in mourning. How could I not cry? With my minds eyes on so many dead small ones. We are but one tribe. One people of flesh and blood. As hard as we try to bring up walls that define us, we were all children in hallways once. This pain is good and right, and let it remind us all that pain begets pain. All we can do is send out a beacon of love, bright enough to match that which is dark and evil in this world. It won't be just one of us, but a wall of light coming from each and every bit of stardust that has ever gazed upon the heavens. Today
Always take the path of most resistance. This was his mantra. He fancied himself unyielding in his beliefs. To temper his heart in the hottest tongues of flame was saintly. How hard he tried to be as stone. To make the torrents part before him. For how else could he hope calm the waters? He felt that the constant struggle would make him strong, until one day he could hold the world at bay. A futile thing like unbroken dawn, just past the horizon. Raging against the waking dream, choking truth from the lips of angels. A conquest, not of land, but of a life. Invaders sent from the distant landscapes of a scared mind, died at the end of wielded
Corrosive
Cake
Factory
Little worker bee
Tainted honeyed lips
Death
Bliss
Kiss
How to hollow hallowed walls
From a shallow bed of dirt
Wraith baby doll
Lamentable love
You used to be my beautiful girl. Music chimed in your laughter, and your eyes pierced right through me. Green and blue rippling in a tone beyond words, I held my breath as I fell into those elegant pools. So fresh it felt, as if to match the night air. Drawing in the light from your eyes till the vein of love in my heart swelled to match your own, I kissed you. On a bench in the cold night air we kissed, the warmth of your lips like a flame driving back darkness. Entranced by each mounting moment we fled to the shelter of locked doors and soft blankets.
I made a list;
A list of some things I truly missed
I missed your kiss
I missed your
When you take down all the walls of your home
Don't be surprised when you're cold and alone
No balm for my blistered mind
I sought solace in eyes
Tasted lies
You all wanted to keep me around like you owned me
I'm confused
To be left alone in the dark after so long in the sun
Bitter again
Feeling so surfacethin
A wraith in this broken home
Around my feet my life hides in the rubble
Too weak to leave this place
My walking bones
Thin as a knife
Pale as death's kiss
In my own personal hell
Remember it was you
You brought me to this
I saw him for what he was
All harsh lines and heavy breathing
Bitter breath and a blind tongue
Broadcast his sickly rage
Pervasive in the air like old fetid death
Unmistakable in my mind
For the thousandth time I watched
Helpless
Arms ripped from the sockets of a Ken doll lay limp
Apathy was my deadliest sin as I watched him
Holding you in the candle light
Like a demon star
He ripped away your light
I saw him from the stairs
My thoughts were lifted
Higher than you ever would have guessed
Like a knight of old
I sold my soul
A hollow filled me brightly
A shield was bound inside my chest
With this now I felt so gifted
As
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