Moments will continue flowing
Flickers sparking and forever withering
Lives condensed within instances
Remember remember
The seas to cover and conceal
The volcanoes to shiver and shake
The desert to wipe the past away
Remember remember
Movements must circle through
Flames rise into the cold winter skies
Glimmering stars through the night
If only what she said were true
The blatant lies and malice
Sometimes I wish I could believe
Though they leave me alone and callous
If only she really had done as she said
'Barely touched me'
Sometimes I wish I could believe
Though it hurts more than one can see
If only I were wrong and knew
Melodramatic and torn with fear
Sometimes I wish I could believe
Though I cry tears painfully sincere
If only I could erase the bruises
Brush them away like dust
Sometimes I would I could believe
Though I feel so torn from distrust
Object of Obsession by LethiferousLupus, literature
Literature
Object of Obsession
[Speaker One:]
Drive me over and over again
Endurance I have in abundance
I'm always here wishing
Sitting and waiting for the next ride
Take me and break me
Shove me and crush me
I'm yours in every way
Just let me know you want me
Don't let it be anyone else
Raise not your hand against another
I'm the only one worth your touch
Only to me express anger or love
Sing only me your serenades
Cry only for want of me
Only yours can I stand to be
Strive for my attention
I want you more than air
More than fire in the tundra
More than death to the suffering
You are air to me underwater
I need you so need me
You're my obsession day
Ignorance For Pain by LethiferousLupus, literature
Literature
Ignorance For Pain
Crying so silently this night
Not a soul sees your crystalline tears
Perfect glittering jewels
Diamonds of the highest price
Alone you weep so softly
Carefully hidden out of sight
A symbol of recollection
Never to be found
Though I can see you
Your pain; your anguish
I am unseen myself
Undiscovered
How I wish you knew
For you I am here
Always waiting by your side
Hoping you will notice me
Is it only I that feel these things? Is it only I that think these thoughts? Where are they; the person I so treasure? Why is it so, that I know not where, nor who they are? My beloved in every way, shape, and form; wherefore art thou in my mind, constantly the bearer of unpleasantries? I think not of sight nor sound, but presence. The memories of their warmth, I cannot comprehend. I feel as if I am a scribbler of simple thoughts, plunged into the world of Irving, Dante, and Sartre.
These memories, only of the complete and utter wholeness they evoked, are so very incomplete; as if to add contradiction to their existence. The puritan concept
Though I know not why
Indeed, I know not how
Nor do I recall you; their inspiration
I hold back these torrents of emotions
Joy, I remember as subtlety
Brushing along my soul
An angel's wing against my cheek
Of knowing you exist and once were so close
Loneliness, I know intimately
Entrenched so deeply into me
A void where you once had been
Of empty darkness it now is
Fear, it scatters me day by day
That these memories might cease
For you to have left once
Abandoning me, even in my one sweet solace
Sorrow, it is what holds my heart in a vice
Constantly in mourning
For dead you are surely
To me, in one way or another, you must
I'm so cold
It burns inside my soul
This pit of dry ice
Turning slowly
Can you see me
Alone and far away
like glass
My heart is so cold
Sitting in the pit of dry ice
So fragile
I can shatter
Breaking into shimmers
I can be beautifully destroyed
Alone
Pieces of my heart
Undisturbed on the ground
If you were here
If you came back
My heart would warm
The glass shards would melt
If you kissed me
Held me close
If you warmed this pit of ice
The shimmering pieces would turn molten
If you stayed
I would be whole
Completely formed into one
Never again breaking
Moments will continue flowing
Flickers sparking and forever withering
Lives condensed within instances
Remember remember
The seas to cover and conceal
The volcanoes to shiver and shake
The desert to wipe the past away
Remember remember
Movements must circle through
Flames rise into the cold winter skies
Glimmering stars through the night
If only what she said were true
The blatant lies and malice
Sometimes I wish I could believe
Though they leave me alone and callous
If only she really had done as she said
'Barely touched me'
Sometimes I wish I could believe
Though it hurts more than one can see
If only I were wrong and knew
Melodramatic and torn with fear
Sometimes I wish I could believe
Though I cry tears painfully sincere
If only I could erase the bruises
Brush them away like dust
Sometimes I would I could believe
Though I feel so torn from distrust
Object of Obsession by LethiferousLupus, literature
Literature
Object of Obsession
[Speaker One:]
Drive me over and over again
Endurance I have in abundance
I'm always here wishing
Sitting and waiting for the next ride
Take me and break me
Shove me and crush me
I'm yours in every way
Just let me know you want me
Don't let it be anyone else
Raise not your hand against another
I'm the only one worth your touch
Only to me express anger or love
Sing only me your serenades
Cry only for want of me
Only yours can I stand to be
Strive for my attention
I want you more than air
More than fire in the tundra
More than death to the suffering
You are air to me underwater
I need you so need me
You're my obsession day
Ignorance For Pain by LethiferousLupus, literature
Literature
Ignorance For Pain
Crying so silently this night
Not a soul sees your crystalline tears
Perfect glittering jewels
Diamonds of the highest price
Alone you weep so softly
Carefully hidden out of sight
A symbol of recollection
Never to be found
Though I can see you
Your pain; your anguish
I am unseen myself
Undiscovered
How I wish you knew
For you I am here
Always waiting by your side
Hoping you will notice me
Is it only I that feel these things? Is it only I that think these thoughts? Where are they; the person I so treasure? Why is it so, that I know not where, nor who they are? My beloved in every way, shape, and form; wherefore art thou in my mind, constantly the bearer of unpleasantries? I think not of sight nor sound, but presence. The memories of their warmth, I cannot comprehend. I feel as if I am a scribbler of simple thoughts, plunged into the world of Irving, Dante, and Sartre.
These memories, only of the complete and utter wholeness they evoked, are so very incomplete; as if to add contradiction to their existence. The puritan concept
Though I know not why
Indeed, I know not how
Nor do I recall you; their inspiration
I hold back these torrents of emotions
Joy, I remember as subtlety
Brushing along my soul
An angel's wing against my cheek
Of knowing you exist and once were so close
Loneliness, I know intimately
Entrenched so deeply into me
A void where you once had been
Of empty darkness it now is
Fear, it scatters me day by day
That these memories might cease
For you to have left once
Abandoning me, even in my one sweet solace
Sorrow, it is what holds my heart in a vice
Constantly in mourning
For dead you are surely
To me, in one way or another, you must
I'm so cold
It burns inside my soul
This pit of dry ice
Turning slowly
Can you see me
Alone and far away
like glass
My heart is so cold
Sitting in the pit of dry ice
So fragile
I can shatter
Breaking into shimmers
I can be beautifully destroyed
Alone
Pieces of my heart
Undisturbed on the ground
If you were here
If you came back
My heart would warm
The glass shards would melt
If you kissed me
Held me close
If you warmed this pit of ice
The shimmering pieces would turn molten
If you stayed
I would be whole
Completely formed into one
Never again breaking
The reverberations resonate
Into a symphonic chaos
Shattering my confidence
Left only the shimmering remains
Of a thousand glimmering hopes
Prying my reality open
Violently ripping it of its roots
Tattered remains of myself
They still drip the blood of my soul
As I stand, too weary to care
Inside, to see all that is left
More sorrowful of the most barren wasteland
The deep crevices
There, some parts still cling to life, desperately
Simply dying though, unaware of isolation
To snap out of it is painful
The agonizing empathy
I never want to, but do
Feel the flood of emotion
The consequence of consciousness
Paralyzing nearly
My name is Rain, and I'm a poet :] I generally write poetry inspired from my own intense negative emotions, but there are a few I have composed that are not. This is all for now...
Favourite genre of music: Psybient Favourite photographer: Myself Favourite style of art: Traditional: Hand Drawn Operating System: Windows 7 MP3 player of choice: Computers. Favourite cartoon character: Belial Personal Quote: Never should you think an action unique. Only the person behind such ever is.-Rain Weight
Favourite Visual Artist
Kaori Yuki
Favourite Movies
I don't watch many, but my favourite movies are Pan's Labyrinth and Hannibal Rising.
A journal entry I wrote long ago.
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I’ve taken notice lately of a rather casual thing I do habitually. I do not pause before I speak, nor do I articulate my thoughts in my head when interacting with an individual for a brief period of time. I see little reason to, but it seems, society considers this thoughtlessness.
I disagree with such a viewpoint though. You must first have a thought to be thoughtless in society’s view, which makes little sense because in reality, thoughtlessness is inapplicable to any but the dead or in a vegetative state. I see not why one should be expected to pause and articulate every
Someone on a forum I go to commented on her welcome thread that 'everyone here is so nice'. Though I responded with the below entry, I think this can be related to near all online communities.
Nice? It think you will find most of our members to be civil and polite, but hardly nice : ] Nice would mean we treated /everyone/ like this. The forum is our community, where we can treat everyone 'nicely'. The world in person is treated a tid bit differently. ^^
I've decided, I'm going to be reflecting on this quote throughout today.
"That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget."-Jean-Paul Sartre
As I've matured, I've gone through stages where I condemned people for needing a religion, but I think it's more like my own sort of envy, that they are able to have that ability to believe in something like that wholeheartedly. It's a sensitive area that I can really notice the '4' part of my enneagram become apparent. I have never been able to convince myself that 'god' or any other sort of deity was real. Despite this, I've wished they existed more that