Hey it's me again just like always
When the sun has shed his final rays
And I'm left with just myself
And all my doubts rise up without much stealth
I stare into the darkness
I ponder my new loneliness
But am I really alone
Or is this a clever illusion of home
Hey just wanted to tell you I'm still here
In spite of or maybe because of my fears
Dark like a rose in the night
Cold like the light from a street lamp
Where hope takes sudden flight
And the flood becomes only damp
Hey it's me again did you forget
Or am I just another one in debt
To the screen of anonymity
And you come to me through serendipity
So you wouldn't know why
Or you wouldn't even try
To make any sense of me
Or had the thought not even tried to be
Hey just wanted to tell you I'm still here
In spite of or maybe because of my fears
Dark like a rose in the night
Cold like the street lamp light
Rain falls like shards of glass
Every song just like the last
Hey I'm still here
Hey did you forget
Hey
Reflections on the street
I stop to stare back at myself at my feet
Breeze like a dagger cutting
Hear the gates of heaven shutting
Flicker there now slowly
Chase away my melancholy
Remind me that I am still
More than mist with a troubled will
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
[Untitled XVII]
Who defines here?
Or is it just a myth?
Or am I just another one
Who's lost inside the labyrinth
Of all that you could fear?
Am I just another catalyst
For all from which you run?
Do you really want to know?
Who defines there?
Or is it just a tale?
Or are you just another man
Whose love for me will pale?
It's nothing but a flare
Nothing but a laggin fail
But love me while you can
'Cause someday I'll be dead
I never meant for this to be
Like walking over broken glass
I've tried to patch me back together
But the sky just keeps on falling down
I'll try to be so you can see
Through the scars and pain at last
I know we're both birds of a feather
But I'm still afraid that someday you will frown
Or is it just a myth?
Or am I just another one
Who's lost inside the labyrinth
Of all that you could fear?
Am I just another catalyst
For all from which you run?
Do you really want to know?
Who defines there?
Or is it just a tale?
Or are you just another man
Whose love for me will pale?
It's nothing but a flare
Nothing but a laggin fail
But love me while you can
'Cause someday I'll be dead
I never meant for this to be
Like walking over broken glass
I've tried to patch me back together
But the sky just keeps on falling down
I'll try to be so you can see
Through the scars and pain at last
I know we're both birds of a feather
But I'm still afraid that someday you will frown
Shadow of Cold Rain
I have nothing left to give
Hollowness like a red abyss
I'll just die the way I live
In the shadow of a cold rain
The curtain of this stage
Is the rain falling like shards of glass
The script is written--just a blank page
I am lost inside this shadow's mass
I am cold
I've been down this road before
You're not the first to want this
Another of a few or more
Here in the shadow of a cold rain
The curtain of this stage
Is the rain falling like shards of glass
The script has been read--just a blank page
I am writhing in this shadow's mass
I am cold
But you can try, I guess
To clean up the mess
Everyone left inside of me
No one else has cared enough
But i wonder if you dare to be
The one to teach me love
The curtain of this stage
Has risen to a new dialogue
A song has filled this empty whit page
I am dancing now out of the fog
I am here
Hollowness like a red abyss
I'll just die the way I live
In the shadow of a cold rain
The curtain of this stage
Is the rain falling like shards of glass
The script is written--just a blank page
I am lost inside this shadow's mass
I am cold
I've been down this road before
You're not the first to want this
Another of a few or more
Here in the shadow of a cold rain
The curtain of this stage
Is the rain falling like shards of glass
The script has been read--just a blank page
I am writhing in this shadow's mass
I am cold
But you can try, I guess
To clean up the mess
Everyone left inside of me
No one else has cared enough
But i wonder if you dare to be
The one to teach me love
The curtain of this stage
Has risen to a new dialogue
A song has filled this empty whit page
I am dancing now out of the fog
I am here
Introspection
So many people trapped in one body
So many faces singing and weeping
Like an awful schizophrenic parody
They're all saying my sanity's not worth keeping
Ten thousand people dancing
In a room too small for me
Ten thousand people laughing
They say this is all there is to be
No longer just me myself and I
Now there's ten thousand people inside of me
All they do is laugh at me
She's such a fool
And in my head without the rules they all run free
Ten thousand people dancing
In a room too small for me
Ten thousand people laughing
They say this is all there is to be
Ten thousand people's eyes
All watching what i do
Ten thousand people's voices
Which one gets through to you?
Is this everything there is?
Of course it is
Can there be any more?
Oh, no! Never!
Was there ever anything for me?
Oh, dear child, you know there never was
Does everyone always laugh at me?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..............
Ten thousand people dancing
In a room too small for me
Ten thousand people laughing
They know this is all there is to be
So many faces singing and weeping
Like an awful schizophrenic parody
They're all saying my sanity's not worth keeping
Ten thousand people dancing
In a room too small for me
Ten thousand people laughing
They say this is all there is to be
No longer just me myself and I
Now there's ten thousand people inside of me
All they do is laugh at me
She's such a fool
And in my head without the rules they all run free
Ten thousand people dancing
In a room too small for me
Ten thousand people laughing
They say this is all there is to be
Ten thousand people's eyes
All watching what i do
Ten thousand people's voices
Which one gets through to you?
Is this everything there is?
Of course it is
Can there be any more?
Oh, no! Never!
Was there ever anything for me?
Oh, dear child, you know there never was
Does everyone always laugh at me?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..............
Ten thousand people dancing
In a room too small for me
Ten thousand people laughing
They know this is all there is to be
Monday, February 9, 2009
muse
i don't really know why i keep writing this same story over and over. i suppose it seems narcissistic, writing the same woman's death over and over from different points of view.
it's not. honestly, it's just an exercise in character creation. each iteration, you see another person, get to know him, understand little bits of his personality and life, until for a moment, you know him.
what i suppose is ironic is that this woman will never know these men. she's just not that kind of girl. sure, she cares about people, suicidal people distance themselves from others. they don't want you to know them or miss them. they just want to disappear and let the world breathe easier without them.
returning to the void.
do you think that would really be so bad?
why is it that every time evil shows up in art, it is represented and foreshadowed and wrapped up in darkness?
who decided that the light was benevolent?
i'm not saying i'm out to change that meme, don't misunderstand. all i am doing is painting realistic pictures in monochrome. shades of gray, representing the universe.
shade.
shade --n. 1. the comparative darkness caused by the interception or screening of rays of light from an object, place, or area. --n. 2. a place or an area of comparative darkness, as one sheltered from the sun. --n. 3. a shadow. shades -- n. 1. a reminder of something: shades of the Inquisition. --n. 2. a secluded or obscure place: He was living in the shades.
kinda funny, i totally screwed up this idea once. i wrote a cycle of poems i called Shade, but each poem was another color, and a commentary on life.
shade, tint, saturation, gamma, f-stop.
ways to represent reality with subtle lies.
isn't that what art is? in all its forms?
"for now we see, but in a crappy, fragmented mirror, obscurely."
it's not. honestly, it's just an exercise in character creation. each iteration, you see another person, get to know him, understand little bits of his personality and life, until for a moment, you know him.
what i suppose is ironic is that this woman will never know these men. she's just not that kind of girl. sure, she cares about people, suicidal people distance themselves from others. they don't want you to know them or miss them. they just want to disappear and let the world breathe easier without them.
returning to the void.
do you think that would really be so bad?
why is it that every time evil shows up in art, it is represented and foreshadowed and wrapped up in darkness?
who decided that the light was benevolent?
i'm not saying i'm out to change that meme, don't misunderstand. all i am doing is painting realistic pictures in monochrome. shades of gray, representing the universe.
shade.
shade --n. 1. the comparative darkness caused by the interception or screening of rays of light from an object, place, or area. --n. 2. a place or an area of comparative darkness, as one sheltered from the sun. --n. 3. a shadow. shades -- n. 1. a reminder of something: shades of the Inquisition. --n. 2. a secluded or obscure place: He was living in the shades.
kinda funny, i totally screwed up this idea once. i wrote a cycle of poems i called Shade, but each poem was another color, and a commentary on life.
shade, tint, saturation, gamma, f-stop.
ways to represent reality with subtle lies.
isn't that what art is? in all its forms?
"for now we see, but in a crappy, fragmented mirror, obscurely."
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