Yesterday we watched as bystanders
As the broken bodies on the creek
Piled up to reach new heights.
The way the water turned to face me
left a subtle taste.
These things yet to come, our very own bullet
Train, pulling in faster than ever before.
The strange station is locked and loaded,
Let our curiosities explore,
Until you find the trigger.
I remember only those memories
That we exaggerated years ago.
When you wrote down the pain
We could not feel alone,
Some pieces were lost to foresight.
We could bring back the pain
And the memories, real or fake.
They are still ours. We made them together
And again, our bones ached.
So together we
"Hello, mirror. It has been
A while since we last spoke.
I want to apologize about the lot
Of cracks and edges that I broke.
I know it wasn't your fault,
but you can't bring yourself to blame me."
You've put up with me for so long
And I am sorry I couldn't do the same.
Please help one last time before I go.
"Is my head in shambles, broken
at the faults, cracked at the bases?
Mirror, please help me. I know your fears
but I need to see my many faces.
Tell me mirror,
Have I gone too far?"
Was that the way the river bends,
The road forks. Yes, I think so.
Thank you for this final gift.
"Goodbye, mirror. With your many faults,
You are too hu
Rivers and skies, the tears in your eyes.
They bring nothing but pain. Rush down the
Streets and lanes, memories lain
In the space between the words.
Mountains and hills, my cup is filled
To the brim with dirt. Look for the
Signs and doors, open yours and
Let the answers in.
Houses and markets, I mark down
The steps, I will not forget. Your burning
Stars and suns, the firstborn son was
Still in his cradle, his bed.
Left and right, write your wrongs
And notice the fire. Brimstone
Blood and bone, welcome to the last
Day of peace and choirs.
There's Something in the Water [P1] by AbnormalCorpse, literature
Literature
There's Something in the Water [P1]
On the day that Ryan Wesler and his three friends, nameless in any record, decided to drive off to the beach, in search of means to cool off from the scorching Summer heat, something happened that was more than just coincidence.
The man walked around the startled teenager, as Ryan shook and mumbled, not a single word escaped from his mouth when they had found him that morning, running and screaming. "Tell me again, Ryan. Do you know where you are? What did you see?"
Ryan froze in place. The question seemed to bounce around in his head before he could grasp it. "No, I d-d-do-don't, p-p-please, I-I already t-t-told you." The teenager could ba
Time and Time Again. by AbnormalCorpse, literature
Literature
Time and Time Again.
Little tick little tock
Keep to yourselves
Hands up hands down
'Til the clock strikes twelve.
Hello, little darlings
Twice you're on time
See these punctual people
Can't make up their mind.
I'd make it I'd take it
Back to the place
Where the voices remember
your less-than-innocent face.
In a sense I remember
But I buried it close
For the doctors had warned me
"Just a small dose."
Then I dozed off
To a hell-horse night-mare
When I blacked I forget how
to treat you with care.
And my darlings you left me
"Til I found you again
Never stepping never stopping
Where the day began.
LITTLE TICK LITTLE TOCK
Keep to yourselves
HANDS up HANDS down
Passion burning, I'll feel it one
More time. Then I will have to leave
You here with another in some
Other seat, back to back, believe
Me, I have a spirit, a sun
Wised up and remembered to bleed,
With you next to me.
Wish me luck
I took another step today
Up the mountainside. Goodbye to
All my friends and enemies way
Down below to see toxic sea
Anemones. Although there are
Those who know I am not a fish,
Just a joker.
Wish me luck
Take a second look, second guess
Myself. Again I'm on the dry
Side of the wrong bed. Here on the
Island where I sleep, safe, survive
The guilt I took just for myself.
And remember the flight, my phone
Said 7
End it. Take the pain and blood and
A message to myself, wherever you may be
I miss you. I feel so alone. Asked
Will I run across the blocks to greet,
To try to see if we can work?
Heard your answer long ago,
Maybe more common than the rain or Emily.
Forms denied but please take my signature.
Weep. The weak ones die and the strong ones mourn.
Can't even pass through this mess of bodies,
But no reaper for me.
Each one looks alike to me.
"Hello, mirror. It has been
A while since we last spoke.
I want to apologize about the lot
Of cracks and edges that I broke.
I know it wasn't your fault,
but you can't bring yourself to blame me."
You've put up with me for so long
And I am sorry I couldn't do the same.
Please help one last time before I go.
"Is my head in shambles, broken
at the faults, cracked at the bases?
Mirror, please help me. I know your fears
but I need to see my many faces.
Tell me mirror,
Have I gone too far?"
Was that the way the river bends,
The road forks. Yes, I think so.
Thank you for this final gift.
"Goodbye, mirror. With your many faults,
You are too hu
Rivers and skies, the tears in your eyes.
They bring nothing but pain. Rush down the
Streets and lanes, memories lain
In the space between the words.
Mountains and hills, my cup is filled
To the brim with dirt. Look for the
Signs and doors, open yours and
Let the answers in.
Houses and markets, I mark down
The steps, I will not forget. Your burning
Stars and suns, the firstborn son was
Still in his cradle, his bed.
Left and right, write your wrongs
And notice the fire. Brimstone
Blood and bone, welcome to the last
Day of peace and choirs.
There's Something in the Water [P1] by AbnormalCorpse, literature
Literature
There's Something in the Water [P1]
On the day that Ryan Wesler and his three friends, nameless in any record, decided to drive off to the beach, in search of means to cool off from the scorching Summer heat, something happened that was more than just coincidence.
The man walked around the startled teenager, as Ryan shook and mumbled, not a single word escaped from his mouth when they had found him that morning, running and screaming. "Tell me again, Ryan. Do you know where you are? What did you see?"
Ryan froze in place. The question seemed to bounce around in his head before he could grasp it. "No, I d-d-do-don't, p-p-please, I-I already t-t-told you." The teenager could ba
Time and Time Again. by AbnormalCorpse, literature
Literature
Time and Time Again.
Little tick little tock
Keep to yourselves
Hands up hands down
'Til the clock strikes twelve.
Hello, little darlings
Twice you're on time
See these punctual people
Can't make up their mind.
I'd make it I'd take it
Back to the place
Where the voices remember
your less-than-innocent face.
In a sense I remember
But I buried it close
For the doctors had warned me
"Just a small dose."
Then I dozed off
To a hell-horse night-mare
When I blacked I forget how
to treat you with care.
And my darlings you left me
"Til I found you again
Never stepping never stopping
Where the day began.
LITTLE TICK LITTLE TOCK
Keep to yourselves
HANDS up HANDS down
Passion burning, I'll feel it one
More time. Then I will have to leave
You here with another in some
Other seat, back to back, believe
Me, I have a spirit, a sun
Wised up and remembered to bleed,
With you next to me.
Wish me luck
I took another step today
Up the mountainside. Goodbye to
All my friends and enemies way
Down below to see toxic sea
Anemones. Although there are
Those who know I am not a fish,
Just a joker.
Wish me luck
Take a second look, second guess
Myself. Again I'm on the dry
Side of the wrong bed. Here on the
Island where I sleep, safe, survive
The guilt I took just for myself.
And remember the flight, my phone
Said 7
Yesterday we watched as bystanders
As the broken bodies on the creek
Piled up to reach new heights.
The way the water turned to face me
left a subtle taste.
These things yet to come, our very own bullet
Train, pulling in faster than ever before.
The strange station is locked and loaded,
Let our curiosities explore,
Until you find the trigger.
I remember only those memories
That we exaggerated years ago.
When you wrote down the pain
We could not feel alone,
Some pieces were lost to foresight.
We could bring back the pain
And the memories, real or fake.
They are still ours. We made them together
And again, our bones ached.
So together we
I called it. I called it. And I am so glad I did.
Today during a trip to go see the Hobbit with my sister and her friends, my sister got an email. An email accepting her into Stanford. She couldn't believe it. She literally thought she was dreaming. And now that she is in, she doesn't have to keep worrying about it. By the way... Called it.
Well thanksgiving is over and I can't sleep without some weird dreams messing with my subconsious. For the past week I have been seeing some things that I can't explain. Between sacrificing my own blood to myself to keep myself trapped inside of a wall, and being the best man at a lesbian wedding for 15 year olds.
I don't even know anymore. If you didn't catch it, read this
In my dreams, I was the best man at a lesbian wedding for 15 year olds.
I understand Jack Sh!t
I have been looking this stuff up in multiple dream interpretation books and websites, but they have very little on self-demon-wall-sacrifice and lesbian weddings. :( I'm sc