Rather than make 10032094832 posts, with all my shit in it. I'm just going to make one post and add stuff to it periodically, feel free to feed my work, and critique it. and if this thread is in the wrong place, ( i dont think it is ) feel free to move it. and ima be honest, i write a lot..so this thread'll have a shitload of posts here shortly. enjoy
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did this for a tournament on another site, champion match.
02/07 that date- I remember, 5 months- since september we crashed and burned- made a home of embers. and the adventures we had, stay glued- in the past. every dash on the map is a landmark that we passed. I can't believe it, your reasonings just deceive me, it's torture, but pleasing- the way your laugh brings me joy laced with anger, despite the pain and anguish we dug deep to fight the elations of our very relation. backed down from confrontation, it's no longer basic. no longer wasting time on broken lies and let's face it we're no longer who we used to be- are you ready to see? who the mirror reflects, certainly less than perfectly the way you shape your screams to fit into what quiet brings. I see how your eyes shake, curious about hurful things certain dreams, apppear at the worst of times, bursting cries thirsting for lies I've done all I can- I can't curve the lines that we dance over, all of our high attempts sink lower, and everytime we fight I remember that deep down.. ..I think I used to love her.
The memories explode off the pages that we burned, we listened and remembered to forget what we heard but these emotions are absurd, breaking this fatal curse, it can't get much worse, crying into your bloody shirt. we died together that night, light as a feather we fly up above to a sky so high, feeling at home, no need to fight. relax with the clouds and shed every hint of doubt, we'll watch from above, cringing from echos of shouts. what's left to know about? we left together, never without and even though we got lost along the way.. ..on the 7th day, we found a new route.
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Semi Finals for that same tournament
Take all you can Here I stand, my feet drag in the sand, it's happened again we let it get too far and it'll never go back to where it began. Family comes first, but we stuck together through the worst and though we heal, we only remember the feeling of hurt. we were born into this world with naive, open arms and all that's been done to you and me ... is harm. subtle pieces missing in this world charged by hate. surrounded by a family that's been tortured with fate. you've taken all of the blood I possess, give it a rest no more bodies to give, you have everyone at their best. asleep, quiet and cold, your home is violent and old trying to hold..a conversation with the tyrant's gold. your shine is too bright, I squint and still can't see the light that chases the tunnel to a dead end lined with written lies. are you happy now? I'm alone in this place - swarmed with doubt my brother's voice lifts me up when I sink into clouds.
but we all change paces in the place full of hatred, and how's life when you're not wasted? dull and basic. so what the fuck has changed, have we lost all the pain? or do we ignore the way the shots taste when we're drained. you and i, stuck in a wrinkle of time, behind the folded lines wondering why..we're the ones who got rolled over and tied to loose ends we let go of years ago, how did time get old? my grandfather clock trembles and ticks to the rhyme of woe. in a bed of lies, the truth escapes and rests on my pillow, so when I'm dreaming at night, I'll awake to a weeping willow. dream catchers that fail, and we pretend to capture the wails hold on to them tight, they keep us up like a sturdy rail.
you're supposed to be selfless and humane, but you're selfish and vain. so as I curse the lord by name..remember you had me in a state of inferiority, and you tend to 'resort' to me, can't beg anymore of me, without torturing...we hide beneath the masks that hid a tiresome plea the pieces that bring me peace have snapped in half, so please hear me out when I say.. ..you make it hard to breathe, when I'm stuck in a rut of greed. stop taking what's not yours, I can't beg clearly anymore, in a permanent state of wishing- that you would appear at the door. dazed and confused, I can't get enough of the memories we used, the pain doesn't heal, it's like a permanent bruise...
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