Eyes of gold and gray and green.
The most magnificent eyes the sun has ever seen.
My soul I'd sell to have those eyes forever gaze on me.
Lips of smiles and giggles and laughter.
The sweetest lips since Chronos started time, and ever after.
My soul I'd sell to have those lips entwined with mine.
A face in whole, so bright and fair,
it breaks men's hearts they can not stare.
My soul I'd sell to know that face looked ever fondly on me.
where can one be, when one is all alone.
no faces at the window, no calls on the phone.
if your life is a sermon that no one will hear,
why keep preaching? no one is near.
Writing, writing, away in your book.
keeping the words that she never took.
lonely, lonely, all alone in this world,
but only so long as you don't get them scared.
when your lonely, afraid, and close to the edge,
they rush and surround you. Shout please don't be dead.
Yet when the fuss is over, the tragedy gone,
your back all alone again, just you and number one.
blood spilled, blood wasted
lost and gone for good
no more pumped by a living heart
now soil and stone must do
what is the point, what is the purpose
why must it be so true
the only heart I've ever wanted
will always belong to you.
As I lie awake in bed,
I remember all the things we've said.
The times I was down
where you showed you cared,
the times you were sad
and we'd talk of what you feared.
Through all of this, I've come to note,
I guess I'm luckier then most.
For in the end, it becomes so clear,
I only wish to keep you near.
Peace is a lie, there is only pain.
Through pain I learn sorrow.
Through sorrow I know defeat.
Through defeat I lose hope.
My pain will shackle me always.
A knife,
a shimmering sliver of hardened steel,
a singular fragment of purpose,
a knife, lies in my hand.
Such a simple shape,
the back edge straight,
the front a gentle curve.
A spartan tool, a graceful weapon.
A simple flick, and a slit it will open.
It will cut wood, cloth, skin.
It will separate this from that, the wanted from the not.
It will save a life, or end one.
Which will it do?
Will it save my life?
Or end it?
Peaceful, Powerful
Serenity
Soft, Silent
Serenity
Calm, Collected
Serenity
Distant, Dear
Serenity
Quite, unQuavering
Serenity
Nourishing, Nirvana
Serenity...
Serenity
"Once you're in Serenity, you never leave. You just learn how to live there." - Zoe Washburne (Firefly)
The Beat of Pain
A tower of fire
burns in my heart
a river of flames flowing from it.
A house full of pain
swallows my brain
a locked gate of fear seals me in it.
My mind is afire
in this raging pyre,
and only your voice can still sooth it.
My sword is my peace.
It brings calm to my troubled soul.
My sword is my strength.
It lifts my spirit and brings me hope.
My sword is my truth.
It knows neither lie, nor deceit.
My sword is my guide.
I follow its edge, wherever it may lead.
My sword is my life.
While my sword survives, so shall I.
Eyes of gold and gray and green.
The most magnificent eyes the sun has ever seen.
My soul I'd sell to have those eyes forever gaze on me.
Lips of smiles and giggles and laughter.
The sweetest lips since Chronos started time, and ever after.
My soul I'd sell to have those lips entwined with mine.
A face in whole, so bright and fair,
it breaks men's hearts they can not stare.
My soul I'd sell to know that face looked ever fondly on me.
where can one be, when one is all alone.
no faces at the window, no calls on the phone.
if your life is a sermon that no one will hear,
why keep preaching? no one is near.
Writing, writing, away in your book.
keeping the words that she never took.
lonely, lonely, all alone in this world,
but only so long as you don't get them scared.
when your lonely, afraid, and close to the edge,
they rush and surround you. Shout please don't be dead.
Yet when the fuss is over, the tragedy gone,
your back all alone again, just you and number one.
blood spilled, blood wasted
lost and gone for good
no more pumped by a living heart
now soil and stone must do
what is the point, what is the purpose
why must it be so true
the only heart I've ever wanted
will always belong to you.
As I lie awake in bed,
I remember all the things we've said.
The times I was down
where you showed you cared,
the times you were sad
and we'd talk of what you feared.
Through all of this, I've come to note,
I guess I'm luckier then most.
For in the end, it becomes so clear,
I only wish to keep you near.
Peace is a lie, there is only pain.
Through pain I learn sorrow.
Through sorrow I know defeat.
Through defeat I lose hope.
My pain will shackle me always.
A knife,
a shimmering sliver of hardened steel,
a singular fragment of purpose,
a knife, lies in my hand.
Such a simple shape,
the back edge straight,
the front a gentle curve.
A spartan tool, a graceful weapon.
A simple flick, and a slit it will open.
It will cut wood, cloth, skin.
It will separate this from that, the wanted from the not.
It will save a life, or end one.
Which will it do?
Will it save my life?
Or end it?
Peaceful, Powerful
Serenity
Soft, Silent
Serenity
Calm, Collected
Serenity
Distant, Dear
Serenity
Quite, unQuavering
Serenity
Nourishing, Nirvana
Serenity...
Serenity
"Once you're in Serenity, you never leave. You just learn how to live there." - Zoe Washburne (Firefly)
The Beat of Pain
A tower of fire
burns in my heart
a river of flames flowing from it.
A house full of pain
swallows my brain
a locked gate of fear seals me in it.
My mind is afire
in this raging pyre,
and only your voice can still sooth it.
My sword is my peace.
It brings calm to my troubled soul.
My sword is my strength.
It lifts my spirit and brings me hope.
My sword is my truth.
It knows neither lie, nor deceit.
My sword is my guide.
I follow its edge, wherever it may lead.
My sword is my life.
While my sword survives, so shall I.
Ok, so i don't think anyone will really care, but i'm tired of looking at that emo journal entry. Due to some recent events (assuring my return to college, falling in love, quitting my summer job) I have been consistently feeling MUCH better the last few weeks. Just so ya know. kthxbye