I walked along a broken path, an alley in the city; The chronic ache of shattered glass and gray, impoverished pity. The guilt I held within my heart grew sharp, and so I shuddered. My hands did shake as I recalled, and so I softly muttered, "I never held a soul in need, as shelter through the storm. I never cared for noble deed, or kept the poor man warm. I tossed aside the good of all and hid what wealth I held From hands whose desperate hunger called and thirst for salvation swelled." I trembled still, though lightly now, as an obscure man passed by. I thought to smile, but knew not how: I found no reason why. With pinpricked arms and bloodshot eyes, he slowly turned around. "Leigh?", he asked with hesitance, a stunning, hopeful sound. "Is that you?" he cried aloud; compassion spilled towards me. "It's James from school," he called, and how I wished that I was Leigh. I'll never know what compelled me, or if that night was fate, But an unseen force had driven me, for sense arrived too late. "Yes, I do remember you, though several years have passed. I thought we'd never meet again," I replied with haste at last. I felt a churning in my core and realized what I'd said. I felt a guilt like none before, but James did smile instead. "Look how you changed! You quit the stuff," said he with genuine joy. Beneath his tough and unkempt scruff, I saw an honest boy. "I feel content with my own life, now that I've seen your smile. worth more than cash, material things, and riches by the pile. I walked away from him that night, speechless but so changed; A breath of air within the smog of new life, sad and strange. Though James spoke to someone else, a girl he once had loved, The Leigh in me had sanctioned this as skies did clear above. Wednesday, October 8, 2008In Cauda Venenum
A treaty signed, and burned at last,
In cruel portrayals of winters past. I shuddered whilst I raised the mast: My flag, bleached white with snow. But cheap surrenders counter aught, Thus laundering the tears not fought, But welled within thy eyes, ere taught To seek; to find; to show. Whilst brave men die where children play, The edge of chaos starts to fray. Now, silence! Let us steal away: From whence we came, we go. But shelter not from happenstance Thy churning, twisting cruel romance. Forevermore, thou fathom chance As what thou shan't bestow. Twenty-Five to Light [Lyrical]
[Verse 1]
Ready, fire, maybe aim and try again; We raise our glasses so much higher than our guns. We're lying just like mirrors, and I'm done. I'm done. [Pre-Chorus 1] But we're standing on the edge of something bigger than it feels. A constellation fell just short of the sky, burning at our heels. You're crying into my kitchen sink, but you're a thousand miles away, And I'm not sure that we'll wake if it's this early in the day. [Chorus] Don't close your eyes. Oh, please, don't close your eyes. It's too late to sleep and we're splitting; We're splitting at the seams. [Verse 2] Lights, camera, action, quiet on the set. Sparks line the scene for this one. The storycloser tastes so bitter, and I'm done. But all I want is more. [Pre-Chorus 2] And we're standing on the edge of something so much smaller than it seems. A constellation crashed under the sky, thus cutting short our dreams. You're crying still into my arms, but you're a thousand miles away. And I'm not sure that we'll wake if it's this early in the day. [Chorus] [Bridge] Oh, you're eyes are gaining distance. Oh, you're trying but we're so far gone. Oh, I'm reaching for a number. Get in line we're drifting on and on, And on and on and on. [Chorus x2] Thursday, July 24, 2008Nepenthe
This fragile state of mind shall be laid to rest;
Dust to dust, as ash to ash... All but truth shall pass All but truth and clarity: Only these shan't pass Respite, O, sweet Respite Deliver from this desperate, Lachrymose, comatose Exile, lacking exit Wednesday, July 23, 2008Just Visiting [Lyrical]
[Verse 1]
I've got headaches and split ends You've got heartbreak; we all just need to make ammends We've got some stupid fucking problems But a half a gallon of ice cream can almost solve them [Pre-chorus] We've got fourteen dollars and a bottle of pop Won't get us too far, maybe the Lansdale trainstop We're looking like one hell of a joke; we're trying every door But it's okay, 'cause we're just tourists in the eye of the storm [Chorus 1] Remember that old A.M. DJ And casting shadows on the silver screen? Remember dancing at sunrise on the freeway And photographing the RAKC scene? We ran up South Street crying, "Freedom" And blasting songs by the Kills and Britney Spears We'll be the ladies starting riots And wreaking havok at our nursing home in years And you know that I'll always be there And I know that you'll always break my fall Pinky friggen swear [Verse 2] So we've got our flaws, but we've got each other We broke no laws, we just stretched some others We've got all we need and we need all we can get And we swore on this, we swore on it So let's get ready and get set [Pre-chorus] [Chorus 2] Remember running from the cops by the thrift store And mailing packages addressed to ourselves? Remember getting discharged with a tied score Of who could fit more supplement on the shelves? We'd always get caught, get put on SIP We'd always cry when we just felt all too alive When we got vitals, you always told me We'd soon be free for the rest of our lives And you know that I'll always be there And I know that you'll always break my fall [Bridge] (Instrumental), (Oh, Oh) [Chorus 3] Remember bowling with the senior citizens' team And baking cupcakes for Bonehead's birthday? Remember hitting up the Wawa with the brah-heims And trying to reflect every cliche? They caught us laughing, they caught us crying They caught us singing all the words we couldn't speak We said, "It's nothing", but we were lying They didn't realize that HC wouldn't last just a week And that's okay, 'cause we're just tourists in the eye of the storm We'll be alright, 'cause we're just passing through the eyes of the storm F.H.C. (Last December) [Lyrical]
[Verse 1]
I think about how I spent last December And it's always on my mind I'd pace around those white halls with white walls They were always on my mind I used to watch the sunrise through dull eyes to make them bright again It never gave me enough time I never thought I'd let them hurt me this much They never gave me enough time I packed my bags for just a mile away It broke my heart to think I'd stay To pray forgotten at their feet I couldn't bear to hear them say, oh [Chorus] "You never even tried to save the life inside you You never let them see you cry or hold you when it hurt You always gave in first, but you were selfish, too" Well let me tell you nothing's changed, and I'm still the same damn girl [Verse 2] I've hollowed out every part of me searching For what I did to bring myself here I realize this just isn't working It wasn't me that brought it here They told me that this is how I'd spend all my years I told them that I wasn't blind But if this is how memories feel through eyes in fear Then I wish that I was blind They packed my bags for a longer stay I never guessed that this was how they'd make me pay I prayed forgotten in the palms of their hands It tore me up to hear them say, oh [Chorus] [Bridge] They stole from me my sanity My innocence, they tore from me I kept time by streetlights Those dim lights could never guide me Days passed; I wouldn't last There was no light as far as I could see They took from me the one thing I believed: That this wasn't really me [Chorus] I think about the coldest of Decembers And it never leaves my mind Tuesday, May 6, 2008The Most Bitter of Ironies
A daft, young man perched on the edge
Of tracks; cold steel and dullen gray, Bereft, but dauntless, on that ledge, Prostrate as Fate cast Life away. As Life retired with crimson fire The irksome tire and stigma stained, It did succumb to Fate's desire, A battle lost when Hope was slain. He leapt across the cautious stripes, And heard discordant engines growl. He carved through him his own Last Rites, And soon pronounced his final bow. "But what if one could conquer strife?", He mused through newly-gifted eyes. Oh, what he'd give for his own life! But shame; the train had just arrived. Where We Stand
I, just as you are, am but a fraction of a second in the eyes of Father Time.
I, too, am but a grain of sand slipping through the slender fingers of Mother Earth. I am but another figure-- A superfluous pawn, if you will-- In this universe so [seemingly] massive. But what is one more second lost; Another soul in the blink of His eye? And one more grain sifted through, From the billions of Her mere handful? We are nothing more than a species of primitive, inconsequential beings, Striving to perfect the superficial lives we lead. We breathe. We eat. We sleep. And we repeat. We are contented with our failures. We are pleased with our attempts. We are utterly shocked at our successes, Although few and far between. The human race has created its very own paradox. I proceed to fall in line. This Dream
The axis:
The precise point where our two lives [Intertwined by chance, or by fate?] Met. That point, that moment, It is the only question that remains. And I fathom: Would you be the answer? Your facile tongue utters a clear reply, A definitive tone: "Yes". And I am overwhelmed. Overcome. Overjoyed. A most discordant buzz. The alarm. Oh, with what has dreaded Sleep struck me now? As I enter consciousness-- Bitter. Cold. What is worse than a nightmare Than the mind's most horrid, bloody phantasma? Yet I know-- A dream of that which you yearn for most, Of all things tangible and otherwise, But simply cannot attain. Life is but a dream. THIS dream. Sunday, April 27, 2008A Thought On My Life Expectancy
It almost is enough to make me cry when the people around me scoff at my risk-taking. I put myself in dangerous situations. I do things I shouldn't. I lead a life of chaos. I'm numb to whatever pain it brings me, anyway. Maybe not so much numb, actually. Rather, indifferent to it. It's just another emotion to me. I live this way not because I want to be different, but because I fear losing time. Losing control. Losing everything. What's it to all of them; they've got seventy years in front of them. I, however, do not. Don't make me repeat this. Please.
Saturday, March 22, 2008Hometown Dropout (Lyrical)
[Verse 1]
She said, "Count your blessings, 'Cause you don't know how much time we've got. "Say your prayers tonight, before you fathom but another thought." I said, "Ma'am, please don't forget Every night that I have slept And dreamt of a providence that could never be, 'Cause He's not listening." But she's not listening. [Chorus] [Verse 2] [Chorus] [Bridge] [Chorus] [Chorus 2] [Outro] A Sonnet On Verbal Disputes
When vengeance gains gravity and grudges hold strong,
Spur justice divine: that which condemned all along. For beneath the irony and spite of their word Lay the subtle indifference that aught had yet heard. Through cold, endless cycles not meant to be won, Each finger will point and asail like a gun. As wise men lose faith and turn from the meek, The powerful forfeit and each turn their cheek. An eye for an eye; but what would be solved? For all would be blind, and all hopes dissolved! Sunday, February 10, 2008Strategò
If rivals of foes prove friends of mine,
Doth thee suppose I shall favor thine? For lest we forget all lost proverbs of yore, We shan't dismiss what's to settle this score. Based On a True StoryAccost the poor girl with the evicted heart
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