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-untitled-I tried to hide, to run and hide from that temptation chasing me I ducked in alleys, dark and damp, I slid under cars and bruised my knees on the grainy texture of the pavement. There wasn't a shadow within which I wouldn't lurk, for only it's most obvious perk I was trying to escape from the noxious gas I was afraid, and my feelings oh so frayed I'd been dismayed, the commands you sent me all of which I obeyed and then I was cheated out of the prize, almost didn't realize how deeply I'd put my faith in you And when the dream ended so suddenly stirred to reality so abrupt-untitled-
by ~njcoda
Let me take you thereAnd just in the way Robert Plant told me cryin' won't help prayin' won't do no good, so in the moment, just that moment I understood and though, oh how I hate, and seethe with these feelings and how they just manage to perpetuate, it's sheer amazement at the ways in which, in with, in how and haveLet me take you there
you could you did, but why, and so suddenly but subtly? the invasion began, a slow march forward and now things upon things, places upon places,
these faces, these traces imprinted
there's no denying I've been flying, and how they are all synonym
by ~njcoda
TemperedThat potential is there, however subtle to notice Never showing itself to us that fine line in the pane, creeping it's way slowly lowly downward and onward toward the bottom yet in vain still unnoticed not unlike a drizzling rain late, late in the night.Tempered
How it could end, however should depend on travesty, those fine cracks mock an imitation of velocity
how they crawl a pace too small, and the eyes don't detect till at last the great fall
and with tempered vengeance in the flash of an eye, however shy that crack could have &nbs
by ~njcoda
Sad Cloudfree Dumb for what I am, for where I am, for what to be in all it's elusive glory keeps evading meSad Cloud
consumed in smog, pretend to see there's something in it for me.
maybe if I look away, something will come along limping to me and maybe I'll hear it approaching me
We're all byproduct.
recycled.
Congealed.
Blank stare, blank emotion, blank page.
Undocumented. Undocumentable. Instable.
Pathetic, precisely.
misery misery misery, Ms. Erry. She loves me.
by ~njcoda
If years were instead hours....
DazedDevious Info
- Current Residence: So what if I struggle to write things that don't make sense
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: and what of it that sometimes I think thoughts that are at my own expense
- Print preference: it doesn't matter if
- Interests: I don't dare tell
- Favourite movie: about the willingness witheld
- Favourite band or musician: to tell it all
- Favourite genre of music: and let it out
- Favourite artist: at first request
- Favourite poet or writer: and i suggest
- Favourite photographer: there's a reason to ask
- Favourite style of art: other than to test my honesty
- Operating System: honestly
- MP3 player of choice: I need
- Shell of choice: believe
- Wallpaper of choice: that it will occur, just let those pieces
- Skin of choice: fall
- Favourite game: down
- Favourite gaming platform: down
- Favourite cartoon character: down
- Personal Quote: into the crevices
- Tools of the Trade: and i'll dig em' all out.
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