Monday, December 04, 2006

Two Little Bits From Somewhere Back There...

Too long have the nights,
Like crystallized structures
Burned sorrow in my eyes.

Too long have the days,
As listless and fruitless
Hardened my innocent ways.

My body slowly settled,
Comfortable in such bones
As those that never meddle.

My heart, so nearly conquered,
Every moment giving way to
The love that’s not been offered.

Well time presumes me well,
Measuring and shaping such
A comfortable hell.

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*Personally, this one fucks with my head a bit, at how true it sometimes feels. Yikes.



Hypocrisy is in my heart.
You’re not that lover,
I was the one to play that part.
I am only truly tragic.
For every kiss, (that gracious step towards heaven)
I let you down.

Tonight I see myself transparent.
No words would do so much justice as a tear.
Nothing floods my eyes but my own loathsome reflection.
I pierce my heart with hints of your scent;
I pierce my heart with my own words,
Trying to kill all of myself that’s been left behind this wreckage.

You’re like the rain.
And not some simple simile, I say.
You’re full; you pour down on me, all over me,
My soul is already drowned, my dear.
You and me, you and me, we lost that sense.
You’re breaking up inside,
You must not be so down.
For I’m not well; I only apparently know how to ruin good things.
If everything I touch, I break,
Then I’ll never touch again.
I’ll ride that empty darkness;
Claim it as my only council.
Never ever let my heart again be shown to anyone.
I’ll never speak.
I’ll barely breathe.
I’ll lock these things so far away that no one will remember who I use to be.

If love comes passing by,
I’ll run from it until my heart won’t beat.
I never meant to hurt you...



*The former is fairly recent; maybe a few months ago. The latter is much, much older, say, three or four years ago. It is somewhat aparrent that my life has been slowly spiraling downward. Well bravo! Let's welcome this descent with drinks all around! Drink up, comrades. Drink to morrow's bad tidings.

3 comments:

the amien said...

Aw Charlie...

fucking poets. so moody.

that being said, your sadness makes pretty words.

~amy

the amien said...

I just re-read this. I hope it didn't come off as snippy.

Seriously. I didn't mean it to be, I was just relating to you. (And sort of referring to myself in my last night glow.)

xo,

~a

C. said...

not snippy at all. You're right, the mood-swings are almost annoying sometimes.