Wallflower's LamentThe lights throb rhythmically and the music washes over him throngs of people possessed owned by the thumping bass. He stands, back pressed to wall steeped in atmosphere letting it pour through twin mirrors as he ponders the writhing couples.Wallflower's Lament
The screen's warm glow fills the darkness on his face his roommates talk about plans strengthening their bond. The parties they'll throw the drinks they'll have the memories they'll forget. He says nothing as he absorbs their happiness and imagines a different world.
She's vocal as sh
The GrayGray insides Color the whole of the outside. A burning numbness The likes of which you can neither see nor hear But must experience or be spared. Gray comes with time, Too much time. Time that is squandered or gone, An excess as a monument to a failure. There is no comfort left in time. For between the present and the redemption Lies the wait. Within the wait Lies the corrosion and dark. The questions I dare not speak aloudThe Gray
Seep out of the ruins of my mind. They are absorbed and further perverted, They have reached the gray.
The Breaking PointThere is a point, When the second life turns to glass and shatters, That puts things into proper view. Energy is lost on countless hopes and wishes As the landscape crumbles in disarray. It grows even now as the sleeper picks the remains Of his shattered window from the ground. The shadow of a doubt, The death of a dream. It infects all until There is no meaning left.The Breaking Point
SynchronizationAlone in our distant footing, we share the same frame of mind along with the endless night sky, the orange tint fading to clear black umbilicus.Synchronization
The stars twinkle, and each glimmer holds a pulse, in my heart than yours. And the minutes crawl when they should sprout wings, and the beats become one reverberating in their pitchless harmony.
Holding more life than what flows in our veins it spreads from our hearts in time. And as you read this you may loose a little sigh, and know that where I sit I will do the same.
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*The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars...*
I found a love story, afterall; leave it to ~tangledweb to save the day. [link] = Ache. It is a tad sad, though--very, very good stuff.
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