Devious Journal Entry
I figured that it was about time to update my journal because the last entry was from a year and a half ago. Anyway, here I am on a snowy saturday and not much happening.
Angel?I'm not an angel, I never pretended to be. He thought I was.Angel?
He showed me a mask- The perfect charade of the perfect guy. I embraced it.
He was happy, So was I, But something was wrong.
I thought it would vanish So I wore a mask of my own. It didn't go away.
I told him, but he didn't understand. I tried, Oh, how I tried to explain, But he wouldn't believe.
He kept trying To get me back in his hands. I wouldn't go.
He was furious, I didn't care: I blamed myself.
For
Raindrops on the WindowI raise my hand to let the wind twist through my fingers, but it slips past and dashes off. Betrayer.Raindrops on the Window
I search the blackened sky above, but it grumbles and follows the wind. Deserter.
I look to the silhouetted trees, cold, skeletal, silent as death. Traitors.
Raindrops touch the trees' bared arms and the chill, spiteful wind returns,
just long enough to bite at my fingers and sting my eyes with rain.
It whips away, leaving its shrieking laughter Echoing in my ears.
Ode to a MangoO, thou glorious mango, Thy golden skin beckons to me. It tells of thy delicious interior, Peachy and soft, Sweet and luscious. Thou art edible sunshine. I crave to savor the wonderfulness of thy flesh. None that has not tasted thee has tasted happiness Nor experienced tangible perfection.Ode to a Mango
laughing steelThe sun hangs golden in a blazing sky, the fires of sunsetlaughing steel
painted in yellows and reds on a sapphire canvas.
I pick my way among the boulders, broken remnants of fallen monoliths, shadow-dark against the sand.
The sun dances like quicksilver across the blade of the knife, Laughing at the blood staining the ground, Mocking the death of innocence.
I fall to my knees beside the derisive steel, the testament to the cruelty of the world, Tears roll down my face As the sun hides its eyes from my agony, Clothing the world in the color of i
detailed comment from u again, i like it. thanx
always
thirddementia
there's a lot of really great poetry that you got here...i'm gonna try to read all of it.
as for the the welcoming sadness part....i guess i just feel that way cuz its one of the most familiar emotions for me. lately i've been so depressed that, i dont really know what to do when i'm not..
i guess that makes sense...maybe not
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danke!!!
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Spiral out.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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