Neoteric, Like I Never Knew.

Cannot feel what you say.

Will not take this heart away.

Today we stay,

Tomorrow I see you gone.

This love, this life,

She was too young.

You cannot deceive me.

You will not leave me.

Because I will be yours

Until the end of everything.

She wishes with might, that what might make us laugh, will destroy us. Who knew, who knew, this is the life. Our life, our beautiful skies. Starless eyes bleed only as beautiful as our lies. If you only knew. She would eat you alive. I believe in nothing more than to escape to the sea where all pleasures would belong. Among the oceans and the whales. Our love remains strong. Who are we to judge, when the love comes to fold. Should this be our life, could we eradicate our love, my love are you sure this is what you want? Don't wish for thoughts you can't control. Do not trick yourself into believing. This isn't what this means. This is love. This is what you wanted.

Was it not how you thought,

That this would be your life.

If you could bleed blue,

Would this dress suit you?

This is your life

This is what you wanted.

Wasn't it?

Because this is the end. This is when we collapse. Fall into the ground, bury our bones in the ashes. We will lose everything, everything that you loved. This is our love beyond what is controlled. Together, forever. Just loveless bones among the laughter. If only it ended in slaughter, maybe you'd still be breathing. Can we decide what we love? Is this everything you wanted? No more will you love when all you think regret. Just don't let go, I will always be your lover...

Just until...

Untitled.

Draped in black, he walks the streets beneath sodium streetlights. Face obscured by drugs and hair, half-nakedly trembles with every little sound. No words can describe his night. Maybe in his dreams he will be haunted, but the scars on his chest will never be answered except by those who reside in the lake of souls.

Recollections

I found this while looking back through my old drafts her on blogger. I think I planned to write more on the matter. However I think it's good enough as a standalone now that I read it.

What holds in us our need, our desire, our passion for living. Will she or won't she, sometimes I just sit and wonder about what could have been, with all these people I've never dared to meet, all of those pretty things I never dared explore. What brings in us this desire for acceptance; is our desire to live stronger than our passion to explore? No one can ever determine the true purpose to discovering an ancient lie, a hidden truth clouded in mystery, and I do caress the notion of loving a fellow lover, the occasional skip of the heart beat, the romantic gestures, the time old phrases and canon performances. Our life as we know it is merely a simple beat in the song and dance that entwines our lovely minds together. You always keep certain memories of your past, some of them will remain seemingly clear as day, others you'll remember fragments of speech, colours or smells, and the very special few will fade in time to leave a lasting impression of an extraordinary emotion that will be shared amongst yourself until the day you die. There is nothing that will make you forget how that moment felt, and everything that reminds you of that moment will trigger inside of you that moment that sits so deep in your heart.


The only light being the cool glow from the moon; nervous anticipation, satin and lace. Nervous excitement. A true connection, a timeless bond, a moment that will change your life forever. Twenty minutes of your life that you will never forget....