Post by Ghev Dralin on Jul 1, 2009 17:49:59 GMT -5
Ok, here's my latest post from my hardly-used MySpace blog, written in the early hours of this morning. It doesn't refer to anyone from this site, so no worries.
It was just something I had to get off my chest.
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I wrote this because there are some things that I shouldn't talk about, but need to talk about, and there are some things that some people wish I would talk about even though they don't want to hear it.
So I decided to talk about them without talking about them, and if anyone is reading... enjoy the mess I came up with. It's not poetry, it doesn't conform to iambic pentameter or aim to impress the scholarly pretenders among us. It's just... artistic ranting.
I hope I don't seem too unhinged.
__________
The Things I Never Talk About
It was good for a while, but soon grew stale,
The arguments and frustrations, the constant disagreements,
Bringing me down to your sheltered existence,
We never saw eye to eye, never laid hand in hand,
We never even met.
So I spent months loading the gun,
Searching for a way out, a way to redeem us,
A way to mend these broken wings, to stitch up the cracked heart,
But in the blink of an eye, the spur of a moment,
I pulled the trigger and decided to let go.
The ones who were there for me were never really there,
Not when it mattered the most.
And through fears of rumours long since past,
Through anger at mistakes long forgotten, you caused me to turn my back.
We failed to see eye to eye, failed to stand hand in hand,
We'll never meet again.
So I prepare myself for another heartbreak,
Of friendship that I tred to save, tried to cling to,
But in the blink of an eye, in your eagerness to see flaw,
You pulled the trigger on all that we'd begun to build.
Now I live my life in constant daydream,
Denying reality and refusing to face facts,
From one sin to another, from morally bad to morally worse,
Law and ethic no consequence, social opinion shot in the face,
There's too many destinies I must unfold.
So once again I load my weapon,
I take my time, because this one will count,
I throw into it every dirty little secret, every act of filth and disgrace,
And fire it upon my world with dripping splendour.
Because I no longer need to see eye to eye,
I no longer need that hand to hold,
Just the heaving of a body, any body, your body,
Or a pretty sparkling glass of euphoria,
Or the curl of cigarette smoke will do.
Safety first, toxicity second. Unconsciousness and regret for dessert.
Remember this face, these words, this bullshit,
Because those of you who choose to remain here,
Locked with me in this self-styled prison,
Now is your last chance.
Run.
Escape.
We will meet again.
__________
Sometimes you have to hurt to live.
It was just something I had to get off my chest.
********
I wrote this because there are some things that I shouldn't talk about, but need to talk about, and there are some things that some people wish I would talk about even though they don't want to hear it.
So I decided to talk about them without talking about them, and if anyone is reading... enjoy the mess I came up with. It's not poetry, it doesn't conform to iambic pentameter or aim to impress the scholarly pretenders among us. It's just... artistic ranting.
I hope I don't seem too unhinged.
__________
The Things I Never Talk About
It was good for a while, but soon grew stale,
The arguments and frustrations, the constant disagreements,
Bringing me down to your sheltered existence,
We never saw eye to eye, never laid hand in hand,
We never even met.
So I spent months loading the gun,
Searching for a way out, a way to redeem us,
A way to mend these broken wings, to stitch up the cracked heart,
But in the blink of an eye, the spur of a moment,
I pulled the trigger and decided to let go.
The ones who were there for me were never really there,
Not when it mattered the most.
And through fears of rumours long since past,
Through anger at mistakes long forgotten, you caused me to turn my back.
We failed to see eye to eye, failed to stand hand in hand,
We'll never meet again.
So I prepare myself for another heartbreak,
Of friendship that I tred to save, tried to cling to,
But in the blink of an eye, in your eagerness to see flaw,
You pulled the trigger on all that we'd begun to build.
Now I live my life in constant daydream,
Denying reality and refusing to face facts,
From one sin to another, from morally bad to morally worse,
Law and ethic no consequence, social opinion shot in the face,
There's too many destinies I must unfold.
So once again I load my weapon,
I take my time, because this one will count,
I throw into it every dirty little secret, every act of filth and disgrace,
And fire it upon my world with dripping splendour.
Because I no longer need to see eye to eye,
I no longer need that hand to hold,
Just the heaving of a body, any body, your body,
Or a pretty sparkling glass of euphoria,
Or the curl of cigarette smoke will do.
Safety first, toxicity second. Unconsciousness and regret for dessert.
Remember this face, these words, this bullshit,
Because those of you who choose to remain here,
Locked with me in this self-styled prison,
Now is your last chance.
Run.
Escape.
We will meet again.
__________
Sometimes you have to hurt to live.