-What do you want, at this moment, more than anything?
-More than the dead want a refund on wasted times;
-More than the pauper wants his gold;
-More than the pervert wants his women of lies.
-What desires burrow and burn, mold themselves into your head?
-What jealousies have you as you watch him climb another bed?
-I want to know. I want to feel.
-I want more than the beggar wants his bread,
-More than the street rat a home for his weary, homeless head,
-The pull, the punch, and the power of a full-grown greed.
-I want to want;
-To be for her
-All she deserves.
What Happens in Midnight Mirrors by SekT7, literature
Literature
What Happens in Midnight Mirrors
It’s in the mirror
As your eyes are circling the drain.
Where the reds meet the blues,
A fine mirror for the pain.
A beast in your chest
Pumping, running, and roaring to your head.
And you see the guilt, you see the hurt,
You see the girl you have saved.
You see the fury, you see the fear,
You see a man, and his life betrayed.
Call me a demon,
Call you a saint.
And when you look up from the river,
Always remember her name
Because it’s your excuse, it’s your lie,
It’s a place to hide the shame.
But you really always knew,
It was me.
And it was you.
And we were always
A beast,
The same.
-Sakti stood just inside the shadows, clutching the pillar with all her fright, still unsure if she was ready to see what she- somewhere deep inside- knew she would definitely see. She clearly wasn’t too adept in any of the surreptitious arts. There was no need for the cloak and dagger when she had a festering mass of hatred to swallow her up not fifty meters afore. But maybe it was just a little forgetfulness. We’re all entitled to oblivion when we see what she saw.
-And what she saw was glorious, indeed.
-Her friends, or rather, who once were her friends, were drunk on the death-step march down the middle of a town she once ca
When I was a boy I never thought much for love.
It was word with no hold in my head,
And I knew with it I’d never bother more.
Next time, I’d given heart, and it sent out a spark
The gears turned in place and I swear
I felt something start to leave a mark.
There was a scent or two, now not worth a dime,
But while it was here, all my worries
Seemed so far gone in the mask of time.
I knew I’d need nothing more in life.
They say there’s a point to everything,
But what’s it all worth?
I’m sitting here, guitar in hands,
And it’s all that’s got some girth.
Watched as you slipped out of view
An
Why give sight to the blind?
There’s so much in life we’d wish to “ unsee.”
There are those moments etched onto the
Skin and flesh and blood and bone
And it all gets there through the eye.
Why mar their unfettered life
With the images that drive us to the gun?
Sometimes I can't stand my state of mind
Or having to live with my curse of sight.
In my reality,
Words can lead a life.
Letters blend minutes into men;
Songs are the spirits of time;
And poetry is a deep-sea creed
Drowning truths into lies.
If only it were my fantasy:
A phantom-hive of pantomime.
Where words fade to grey
And let movement take its rise.
Just have action move on my life
And erase the failures of mine.
Maybe it's all I need-
Lose my voice and become the
Phantom Mime.
I'll flee my voice and drink in
that blackened wine.
No longer would you see me for lies.
I'd just snake my way through Night
And unfurl the dormant beauty inside.
-What do you want, at this moment, more than anything?
-More than the dead want a refund on wasted times;
-More than the pauper wants his gold;
-More than the pervert wants his women of lies.
-What desires burrow and burn, mold themselves into your head?
-What jealousies have you as you watch him climb another bed?
-I want to know. I want to feel.
-I want more than the beggar wants his bread,
-More than the street rat a home for his weary, homeless head,
-The pull, the punch, and the power of a full-grown greed.
-I want to want;
-To be for her
-All she deserves.
What Happens in Midnight Mirrors by SekT7, literature
Literature
What Happens in Midnight Mirrors
It’s in the mirror
As your eyes are circling the drain.
Where the reds meet the blues,
A fine mirror for the pain.
A beast in your chest
Pumping, running, and roaring to your head.
And you see the guilt, you see the hurt,
You see the girl you have saved.
You see the fury, you see the fear,
You see a man, and his life betrayed.
Call me a demon,
Call you a saint.
And when you look up from the river,
Always remember her name
Because it’s your excuse, it’s your lie,
It’s a place to hide the shame.
But you really always knew,
It was me.
And it was you.
And we were always
A beast,
The same.
-Sakti stood just inside the shadows, clutching the pillar with all her fright, still unsure if she was ready to see what she- somewhere deep inside- knew she would definitely see. She clearly wasn’t too adept in any of the surreptitious arts. There was no need for the cloak and dagger when she had a festering mass of hatred to swallow her up not fifty meters afore. But maybe it was just a little forgetfulness. We’re all entitled to oblivion when we see what she saw.
-And what she saw was glorious, indeed.
-Her friends, or rather, who once were her friends, were drunk on the death-step march down the middle of a town she once ca
When I was a boy I never thought much for love.
It was word with no hold in my head,
And I knew with it I’d never bother more.
Next time, I’d given heart, and it sent out a spark
The gears turned in place and I swear
I felt something start to leave a mark.
There was a scent or two, now not worth a dime,
But while it was here, all my worries
Seemed so far gone in the mask of time.
I knew I’d need nothing more in life.
They say there’s a point to everything,
But what’s it all worth?
I’m sitting here, guitar in hands,
And it’s all that’s got some girth.
Watched as you slipped out of view
An
Why give sight to the blind?
There’s so much in life we’d wish to “ unsee.”
There are those moments etched onto the
Skin and flesh and blood and bone
And it all gets there through the eye.
Why mar their unfettered life
With the images that drive us to the gun?
Sometimes I can't stand my state of mind
Or having to live with my curse of sight.
In my reality,
Words can lead a life.
Letters blend minutes into men;
Songs are the spirits of time;
And poetry is a deep-sea creed
Drowning truths into lies.
If only it were my fantasy:
A phantom-hive of pantomime.
Where words fade to grey
And let movement take its rise.
Just have action move on my life
And erase the failures of mine.
Maybe it's all I need-
Lose my voice and become the
Phantom Mime.
I'll flee my voice and drink in
that blackened wine.
No longer would you see me for lies.
I'd just snake my way through Night
And unfurl the dormant beauty inside.
I'm just your average guy... Okay, maybe not so, but I don't know how to describe myself. Speak with me for a minute then make up your mind on who I am, I guess. OOH! I know! I'm your not so average guy who's confused as to who the fuck he is! Awesome.
Current Residence: Redlands Favourite genre of music: I'm too open minded for less than 3. Favourite style of art: Anything creepy Wallpaper of choice: Mortal Kombat Raiden by DevinePliskin. (or something) Favourite cartoon character: Ayame from Tenchu. It's not a cartoon, but it's close enough. Personal Quote: Slap yourself for being a dumbass!
I tried to kill myself.
Not thought of it.
Didn't even "see it play out."
Some people are so vivid in their dreams. Not me. I never dreamed much. And yes, there was a good deal of thought, but I didn't let it idle there. I acted. I wouldn't let myself grow stagnant in thought.
Thought must forge forward. Thought must become action.
Generally a good way to live, not super great for death.
I jumped off a bridge. And it's been months. I spent them thinking, mostly. Why I did it, where I've been and how I got there. A good deal spent on how and why I'll never go there again.
And for those of you who selflessly worry for others, no, I won't
(Before I begin, I actually did ask them how much they were willing to let me say in this.)
So, I've kind of been keeping up with my dA messages. And recently one of my friends on here sent me something about how her boyfriend of quite a bit had been cheating on her and all. She'd been kind of depressed of late because of it, and we were talking about all the things she wants and can't have, and how in all her life she could never find it. Someone who treats women well; a place where sex is not primary or secondary- rather it stands beside all the other bits of a relationship.
At the same time, our mutual friend had been telling me for a go
1. This survey gets a little personal; can you handle it?
Sure.
2. If you married the last person you texted, what would your last name be?
Schneider.
3. Were you happy when you woke up today?
Not particularly? I was bored.
4. When were you on the phone last? And with who?
Like, 3 hours ago with telemarketers. Fucking telemarketers.
5. What are you excited for?
I'm going to Mayhem in 4 days. Almost 3 days now though.
7. Honestly, who was the last person to tell you they love you?
I think Jae? But that was more like, "You're such a dork and this is why we're friends."
8. What's the last thing you put in your mouth?
Chick-Fil-A's n