I used to stand by myself
upon a mighty pillar
of my own construction
years I stood
looking down; taking comfort
in being apart from the dealings of man
then you came along
luring me down from my haven
with sweet words and promises
when I had almost reached the ground
you ran away
a cheeky glint in your eye, and a smile left hanging in the air
I dont know if I should chase you.
Together we walk,
alone in our thoughts,
our spirits entwined
We do not talk
lest the moment be spoiled
I reach out and take your hand,
and wonder why it is that I love you.
Come with me Brother.
Together we shall spread the wings of truth,
Though they be bent tattered and torn,
By those who cannot match their glory.
We will don the armour of righteousness,
Though it be rusted broken and worn,
From years of neglect and misuse.
Do not fear brother,
We will not be undefended.
For we shall take up the hammer of justice,
Though its handle and head have been replaced many times,
It is still the same.
Come with me brother.
We shall fly upon holy wings,
Lifted by the weight of our righteous sheath,
We shall take the heavy hammer and
Smash those who would let such beauty
Fall to ruin.
Come with me Brother.
Together we shall spread the wings of truth,
Though they be bent tattered and torn,
By those who cannot match their glory.
We will don the armour of righteousness,
Though it be rusted broken and worn,
From years of neglect and misuse.
Do not fear brother,
We will not be undefended.
For we shall take up the hammer of justice,
Though its handle and head have been replaced many times,
It is still the same.
Come with me brother.
We shall fly upon holy wings,
Lifted by the weight of our righteous sheath,
We shall take the heavy hammer and
Smash those who would let such beauty
Fall to ruin.
Together we walk,
alone in our thoughts,
our spirits entwined
We do not talk
lest the moment be spoiled
I reach out and take your hand,
and wonder why it is that I love you.
I used to stand by myself
upon a mighty pillar
of my own construction
years I stood
looking down; taking comfort
in being apart from the dealings of man
then you came along
luring me down from my haven
with sweet words and promises
when I had almost reached the ground
you ran away
a cheeky glint in your eye, and a smile left hanging in the air
I dont know if I should chase you.
I:
woke up harshly; sharp and silently
got dressed in the dark to the sound of you breathing
in your stale little unvaccuumed room
You:
slept on like you were holding eternity
close to your chest
and i thought you looked all of four years old
with your fists clenched
body curled
face relaxed into otherworldliness
and i thought you never looked so lovely
perfectly still and cocooned
just delaying the daylight
I:
began to layer on yesterdays clothes
weaponry against some deep bone ache
a second hand. second rate. second. skin.
a kind of modern morning after armour
and i left you there love
flatlining softly
wav
Distorted Nostalgia by voici-mon-secret, literature
Literature
Distorted Nostalgia
those cigarette scented nights were nostalgia personified.
the giant mugs were comforting - until the coffee spilt.
and then, the stains on the floorboards remained.
{no use crying over spilt coffee, she said}
the toast is burnt! they cried to no avail.
and so, the charred remains were thrown away.
erased from their memories - and thought of no more.
~
everything was so perfect
and now its shattered into a million little pieces
disfragmentations of old happiness
{it was your fault, or so i claim}
oh, look! i think the daffodils are blooming!
but the duck drowned in the pond
there was nothing anybody could do.
~
is it true?
i
Oh, How She Belonged by voici-mon-secret, literature
Literature
Oh, How She Belonged
Pale feet danced across the floorboards
Amongst the crumbs and brown wrapping paper.
Searching for that old, dirty raincoat from seasons past.
Hot concrete slabs toasted to a crisp
They were merely recollections of December
And the soles of her feet had burned.
The grizzly grey skies filled with puffs of cloud.
The strains of a painful melody from a dark window.
Oh, how she belonged.
Tiptoeing around taboo words
Weaving between them like skillful birds
Cheerful smiles held up like a mask
But what, per-say, is that you ask
Locked within ones inner shell
Rarely coaxed out to the outer hell
Fears plague deep within
Falsitys for eventual win
Worming through thorns to penetrate
Lied feelings begin to initiate
Words meant to stroke and touch
For one who's never felt such
Soft lips tremble for forbidden fruit
A long, lonely, endless pursuit
Hours spent on one so sly
As to place their hand upon your thigh
Unaware of reactions misunderstood
One loses all one felt was good
Teetering on the brink of destruction
Be
Try as they might to pry inside, it is only by her will if they are given entrance.
Secret Garden.
Few are welcomed.
Some see through the cracks between the fence slats. That she can't help.
Most stand in puzzlement. What lies inside?
They want to know, they want to get in. Mostly they're just perplexed.
There are the most beautiful red-orange roses there.
...Swings too.
few get to see them.
...They love the flowers.
Stunning.
Hello to anyone that reads this =)
I thought I'd make this as a private place to put my writings up. Well, semi-private anyway.
I'd love to meet some wicked cool new people on here as well...