caress_of_2am

I often look into the mirror, waiting for it to speak,
to tell me 'The Answer' and it never does.
My image just stares back and then I want to break
that mirror to smithereens... all of that because,

I cannot find my self, my truth, or my sanity,
I'm searching for the calm within; true calm, no din.
When searching the mirror, it appears as blatant vanity,
But, I'm really looking deeper than just my skin.

I see the background switch and change;
I hear the sounds, see the seasons-go-round,
I'm dizzied, flushed, frazzled, estranged,
laughing, crying,
aloof and dying,
and then no sound... no worries

A mirror tells no lies
it only tells a tale
of long ago and now, (you know?)
but never
tomorrow's story.



(C) eroticmiranda

This is my first post to a community, and I'm still fairly new to LiveJournal. So please excuse me if I do anything wrong.

I wrote this while listening to a violin piece by Sarah Chang, called Vitali Chaconne.
Here is the link - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AloBa9SPM7U

VITALI CHACONNE

 

A burst, unequaled energy

rising above the atmosphere

and landing low on polished pebbles

 

An uprising, a taunting crescendo

pulling on tides that long ago were dammed

sways and tugging, the barrier has broken

over flowing.

Filling spaces of the being and the unasked

Comprehension, a knowing that fills the air

 

It quickens, that pulse that shall ensure breath

Creating something unrecognizable to the civilized mind

Rewinding to a primal states of basic instinct

Pathos and uncertainty and beauty

It strains against something that cannot be reached

Harsh and soft, an intertwining that causes brows to furrow

in concentration

 

A piping bird sings off in the distance of a wavering moon

a woman creates a rhythm that makes confusion and sense

A violin manipulated to evoke what we once thought no real

So is the result of Vitali Chaconne.

- Leeza Dennis

peel back the onion
the unimaginable terror
beneath our second skins
tempered by friction
angelic phalanx
we are all sinners
sitting in darkness
to avoid our own reflections
underneath the soil
tunnels the serpent
beneath the veil of night
deconstructing all
one thousand layers
of shame on the floor
and for all my tears
i still have not found my core

Soft and majestic,
they float to the
ground. They're
white, and they sparkle;
ice gives off a new
type of light.
They drift in the wind-
are part of it-
before they hit the
ground. They
will melt, go to
the sky,
freeze, and float
to the ground...
once again.
As they drift in the
wind-
Tell me...
How long until
hypothermia sets in?

VNV Nation - Illusion 



( Text Here! )

Brother Moon

The crescent moon sometimes feels neglected:
cut into unfulfillment by an injustice of circumstance,
resenting that this incompletion is romantic characteristic;
thinking about how even at it's best half of it as yang,
(and yes it supposes the dot of white is excitement of mystery,
but that seems so drudgingly overdone);
viewing the earth as something in the way--
in its most optimistic reason concluding
"All things that give observation and purpose to an entity
will inevitably block its light."

I Did Not Change Him

 

I did not change him

I did not change him

I didn’t tell him to smart mouth you

I did not tell him to use sarcasm

As a power against you

I did not change him

 

I only helped him bring out

His insides

I did not change him

I did not tell him to smart mouth you

And

I did not tell him to use sarcasm

As power over you

 

I did not change him

I did not change him

I didn’t tell him to smart mouth you

I did not tell him to use sarcasm

As a power against you

I did not change him

 

What? Are you mad that he’s different?

What? Are you mad it wasn’t with you?

What? What? What?

Are you angry that he opened up with me…

And not you?

 

I did not change him

I did not change him

I didn’t tell him to smart mouth you

I did not tell him to use sarcasm

As a power against you

I did not change him

 

He wouldn’t let you near him before

He wouldn’t even let you talk to him

Wouldn’t let you bring him to conversations

And now you hate it when he talks

There is no winning here

 

By Wilmary

So, I've always been a fan of hard rock/metal music but I never really listened to Slipknot. I really like this song, though. Could you suggest me some of their songs? Thank you :)

The first single from Broken Bells, the new collaborative project of Danger Mouse and The Shins' James Mercer, is now streaming on their page and available for download. It's called "The High Road" and, upon first listen, I love it. Check it out!

Artist | Title | Year : Field Rotation | Licht und Schatten | 2009
Genre : ambient, idm, downtempo
Bitrate | Size : CBR 256 | 104 mb


( tracklist + links )

In a fit of inspiration I wrote these pretty quickly. I would love if some of you amazingly talented people would help me fill in the gaps.


The first poem is about childhood friends reuniting in adulthood. They are "catching up" and the speaker uses the irony of the phrase to detail her experience in the friendship as constantly trying to catch up to her friend. I'm sure it could be longer.



Catching up

Go on ahead.
I’ll meet you,
In a few.
Now, where’s my shoe…
*
Are the laces still tangled up
In the bicycle chain?
Am I wrapped around wheel?
Am I trailing behind?
Was I pushed and rushed to
Catch up?
Was I too slow for you?
I’m coming,
I’m coming,
I’m coming!
*
…I’ll be right there.
*
Growing up on the wall.
Not quite flowering, yet.
It took three extra years
For my body to catch up to yours
Which one of us was the stocky bean
Pod-
With no bumps in sneakers?
*
Here we are.
Right on time.
We are paler people-
Full of color
Full of nostalgia.
We nurse our beer.
We move slow.
We are linked together.
We share pain now.
No need to trip over it.
No need to catch up.
The ties are pulled together.






This one is something I wrote after finding out that a boy I grew up with who was kind of a ladies man is having a baby. I think I like the wording here, but I really want it to be smart and not whiny and bitter or come across as some old lady's curse hah. Any advice?



I hope you have a little girl
Bundled in pink
Pure
And perfect
Unassuming
And darling.
There will come a day,
My oldest friend,
That a young man
With brown eyes will
Catch her fancy
And she will be riveted
In the heart
Boomboomboomboomboom.
And that young boy will
Woo her,
And vanish.
Leaving you to bundle up
And carry off
Her little blue broken pieces
Pure
And perfect
Unassuming
And weeping.


© amt

Short skirt
with dark tights
plastic daggers
hide bitten nails 
tempting siren
lures them in
 
ugly black dot
birthmark near her lip
slanted cat eyes
secret sharp teeth
biting her tongue
hummingbird tattoo
coarse hands on her back

dance on dirty stages
hopeless dreams
showing skin
too much leg
a middle finger
and a wicked grin

pawned necklace
old perfume
glares as cold as ice
and an occasional smile

 -Shelby

FINNTROLL - Solsagan (Making Of ). Taken from the new album "Nifelvind". Century Media 2010.

The official new video clip of SYLOSIS. Taken from the album, Conclusion Of An Age

It's through your unexplored spectrum
that the universe seems more interesting.

Without your consoling consolidation of energy
the cosmos seem only cold dust.

Within your organic chemistry
I predate the birth of stars.

Drunk, they gather, full of anticipation, expectations and full of wonder
Of a new year yet unknown and could this be what auld Burns meant?
But as the bells chime out twelve times, I stand and watch, and ponder
Of what cheer and hope there is to be found in a future already spent?

© Donna Roberts

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We stared deep into each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity.
I took in every freckle in your hazel eyes,
every inconsistency.
I took in the various shades, the browns and greens;
watched as your pupils dilated accordingly when focusing on my eyelashes.

I wanted you.

I wanted your sweat mixing with mine, I wanted our breaths in unison.
I wanted to hear you panting and moaning, feel your heat mingle with mine.

But you’re not mine.
And you never will be again.

You wanted me just as much.

I could see it in your eyes,
in the way your lips parted.
You reached to touch me,
but stopped just short of my thigh.

We both knew you couldn’t, I’m not yours.

We loved each other once.
We still do, let’s not kid ourselves.

But we ruined everything.
We’ve broken each others hearts too many times;
there’s no hope for us ever again.

I kissed you anyway.