Do You Remember
Do you remember that one time you fell down and cut your knee? The cut was small. It was insignificant, but you cried anyway. And after a few moments of despair, you got over it. You stood up defiant against the universe. You ran around the playground with a smile on your face. But then you would fall again, and the world would hold its breath. It waited until once again you got back up. After your tears had dried and been replaced with a wide grin, you would get up ready to explore the world again. Then the world would sigh in relief. However each time you fell, the cut got deeper. But you were invincible at six
The tears are bouncing against the hallways of my head
My lips make a weak raise in defense
My eyelids avert their attention from the racket
My hands steady themselves
The rest of my body trembles
Its whatever
Your eyes are wide and big,
you pierce me with your stare searching the dark waters of my pupils
really, are you sure?
The gears turn, a laugh bursts forth loud and shallow.
The tears raining in my skull turn to hail
Yea its whatever
The words fall out shivering and wet
The gears turn again, a laugh wrenches itself from my rigid body
A frown ripples across your features
Understanding Strange Dreams by Emo-Michael, literature
Literature
Understanding Strange Dreams
tick, tick, tick
three hands move infinity forward
one faster then the rest
tick, tick, tick
the fast hand is running for its life
it is trying to run faster then time itself
run, run little hand
tick, tick, tick
the hand counts each step
it needs to a hold of time
tick, tick, ti-....
the hand has stopped
the hand is smiling, it has won
this victory will last
until I put the battery back in
Blue words
dropped from your dropping jaw,
falling in a rush
clashing against the air
with the deep color of your pain.
the people around us cringed and quickly and loudly
began to spew words of their own
white words jumping out
viciously slamming into your words
breaking them into fragmented noise
a wind came and swept your blue noise
to the burning heavens above
you looked at me defeated
your mouth began to drop once more
my words greeted you
yellow words grasped you with gentle sentiments
smoothing out the edges of your ragged mind
blocking out the merciless sun above
my words became your personal bodyguards
you reached
I'm damaged goods
and who wants that?
no one wants something
that's used
that's broken
that's tainted
and so when I blunder
through conversations
agonizing over the meaning
of every word that escapes my mouth
and awkwardly apologizing after every sentence
it stems from this fear
that if you see that I am damaged
you won't want me
that I'll miss my chance for love
to be kissed
to be cherished
to be fixed
but no one is willing to take a risk
because damaged goods are just that damaged goods
we hold no place in this world
no meaning to anyone
we are left to rot, to feed the trash of society
and it is awful, it is truth
When asked a question,
I would answer
with a golden lie,
and after enough questions
my lies became truths
and I took these golden truths
and built myself a fortress
against the crashing waves of change.
upon this fortress
I sat,
as the sky cried my tears;
tears
that would never touch the world below,
because
I blocked my pain with a smile
the shining flag of my fortress.
I expected to live this way forever
with the downpour, the golden castle, and my flag
when it happened.
the sky attacked;
throwing down crystalized pain
my castle was pounded with the unavoidable,
Truth.
I only lasted twenty one days
before
my fortre
three words are all I need from you
I need three words
to find their way
inside me
take my heart
and inflate it with their caress
causing it to grow so large
that it fills me
entirely
reaching the back of my head
seeping to the ends of my toes
nourishing me
until my heart bursts
in ecstasy
passion and pleasure
spilling forth from my vision
while my dreams and wishes
become real
with each gasping breath
I begin to lose words
as the loving unknown reaches out to consume me
struggling, my tongue and teeth
take the last dredges of this affair
and offer you two inconsequential words
that will valiantly journey across
the
coiled metal strips
chime
a melody
that soars and floats
along a breeze
charging the air with an enchantment
that seeks to take the lines of the universe
and sever them
would that be freedom?
once cut
the lines would glow and burn
clutching nothingness
in a desperate act
to be a part of anything
wailing
at the widening chasm
why be in pain?
somebody is watching
singing
empty songs that evoke
memories that sweep across the universe's vision
quenching the star-filled sky
for a second
and
a millennia
kissing the estranged lines with absolutely no hope
are there any answers?
flash
scent
tumble
stop
gasp
emerg
there is a boy
with blue diamond eyes
and pale soft skin
he stands
telling a story with his hands
delivering and mending
the story of his life
in deep shaking tones
trying to contain himself
but the contradictions
in the form of his expression
cause his meaning to be lost
he watches
as it drifts upward and outward
out of reach from the crowds below
who look back upon this vexed expectation
the boy in his exasperation
begins to move with more force
and more conviction
spewing his story forth
from the confines of himself with intense ardor
all while standing completely still
his unruly hair falls into place
the crowd i
Have you ever witnessed the beauty of a rose?
I would never wish to have such beauty.
To be so beautiful
and deadly,
causing suffering with my gloriousness,
I am afraid that such beauty
is not for me to behold
or rather not a beauty that I cannot hold
but would prefer not to have.
I would prefer the beauty of the jasmine,
its exposed freshness
sweet aroma
tender presence
comforting embrace
and fragile existence (how easily it can be destroyed!).
What makes a rose so beautiful anyway?
Its rich color
velvet petals
inviting depths
thick stems
and delicate fortifications (the thorns, how beautiful are its thorns!)
is this w
Do You Remember
Do you remember that one time you fell down and cut your knee? The cut was small. It was insignificant, but you cried anyway. And after a few moments of despair, you got over it. You stood up defiant against the universe. You ran around the playground with a smile on your face. But then you would fall again, and the world would hold its breath. It waited until once again you got back up. After your tears had dried and been replaced with a wide grin, you would get up ready to explore the world again. Then the world would sigh in relief. However each time you fell, the cut got deeper. But you were invincible at six
The tears are bouncing against the hallways of my head
My lips make a weak raise in defense
My eyelids avert their attention from the racket
My hands steady themselves
The rest of my body trembles
Its whatever
Your eyes are wide and big,
you pierce me with your stare searching the dark waters of my pupils
really, are you sure?
The gears turn, a laugh bursts forth loud and shallow.
The tears raining in my skull turn to hail
Yea its whatever
The words fall out shivering and wet
The gears turn again, a laugh wrenches itself from my rigid body
A frown ripples across your features
Understanding Strange Dreams by Emo-Michael, literature
Literature
Understanding Strange Dreams
tick, tick, tick
three hands move infinity forward
one faster then the rest
tick, tick, tick
the fast hand is running for its life
it is trying to run faster then time itself
run, run little hand
tick, tick, tick
the hand counts each step
it needs to a hold of time
tick, tick, ti-....
the hand has stopped
the hand is smiling, it has won
this victory will last
until I put the battery back in
Blue words
dropped from your dropping jaw,
falling in a rush
clashing against the air
with the deep color of your pain.
the people around us cringed and quickly and loudly
began to spew words of their own
white words jumping out
viciously slamming into your words
breaking them into fragmented noise
a wind came and swept your blue noise
to the burning heavens above
you looked at me defeated
your mouth began to drop once more
my words greeted you
yellow words grasped you with gentle sentiments
smoothing out the edges of your ragged mind
blocking out the merciless sun above
my words became your personal bodyguards
you reached
I'm damaged goods
and who wants that?
no one wants something
that's used
that's broken
that's tainted
and so when I blunder
through conversations
agonizing over the meaning
of every word that escapes my mouth
and awkwardly apologizing after every sentence
it stems from this fear
that if you see that I am damaged
you won't want me
that I'll miss my chance for love
to be kissed
to be cherished
to be fixed
but no one is willing to take a risk
because damaged goods are just that damaged goods
we hold no place in this world
no meaning to anyone
we are left to rot, to feed the trash of society
and it is awful, it is truth
When asked a question,
I would answer
with a golden lie,
and after enough questions
my lies became truths
and I took these golden truths
and built myself a fortress
against the crashing waves of change.
upon this fortress
I sat,
as the sky cried my tears;
tears
that would never touch the world below,
because
I blocked my pain with a smile
the shining flag of my fortress.
I expected to live this way forever
with the downpour, the golden castle, and my flag
when it happened.
the sky attacked;
throwing down crystalized pain
my castle was pounded with the unavoidable,
Truth.
I only lasted twenty one days
before
my fortre
three words are all I need from you
I need three words
to find their way
inside me
take my heart
and inflate it with their caress
causing it to grow so large
that it fills me
entirely
reaching the back of my head
seeping to the ends of my toes
nourishing me
until my heart bursts
in ecstasy
passion and pleasure
spilling forth from my vision
while my dreams and wishes
become real
with each gasping breath
I begin to lose words
as the loving unknown reaches out to consume me
struggling, my tongue and teeth
take the last dredges of this affair
and offer you two inconsequential words
that will valiantly journey across
the
coiled metal strips
chime
a melody
that soars and floats
along a breeze
charging the air with an enchantment
that seeks to take the lines of the universe
and sever them
would that be freedom?
once cut
the lines would glow and burn
clutching nothingness
in a desperate act
to be a part of anything
wailing
at the widening chasm
why be in pain?
somebody is watching
singing
empty songs that evoke
memories that sweep across the universe's vision
quenching the star-filled sky
for a second
and
a millennia
kissing the estranged lines with absolutely no hope
are there any answers?
flash
scent
tumble
stop
gasp
emerg
there is a boy
with blue diamond eyes
and pale soft skin
he stands
telling a story with his hands
delivering and mending
the story of his life
in deep shaking tones
trying to contain himself
but the contradictions
in the form of his expression
cause his meaning to be lost
he watches
as it drifts upward and outward
out of reach from the crowds below
who look back upon this vexed expectation
the boy in his exasperation
begins to move with more force
and more conviction
spewing his story forth
from the confines of himself with intense ardor
all while standing completely still
his unruly hair falls into place
the crowd i
Have you ever witnessed the beauty of a rose?
I would never wish to have such beauty.
To be so beautiful
and deadly,
causing suffering with my gloriousness,
I am afraid that such beauty
is not for me to behold
or rather not a beauty that I cannot hold
but would prefer not to have.
I would prefer the beauty of the jasmine,
its exposed freshness
sweet aroma
tender presence
comforting embrace
and fragile existence (how easily it can be destroyed!).
What makes a rose so beautiful anyway?
Its rich color
velvet petals
inviting depths
thick stems
and delicate fortifications (the thorns, how beautiful are its thorns!)
is this w
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