White Battle Cliffs

This is where the road ends
Butterflies and roses flee
Falling from the cold, velvet pavement
Where snow angels lie in wait for bodies.
Ribbons plunge from open turrets,
Streaming their silken red liquid
Singing hymns of death for weeping ears.
Fields of static, crying planet
Blazing moonlight, shadows of iron
The whispering cadence of marching, marching.
Slits of grey - Matters of angels
Diving patriarchs fluttering faster
With shreds of madness off glittering wings.
Tales are spinning, growing, screaming
The rose is crushed, petals decayed,
Calling a bird back from its overdue death.
An eclipse of castle, the prison revealed
Hands are yearning, frozen with pleas.
Sparkling jewels slip from the teeth,
Waves crash against wave, pound over rock
Splitting and Sculpting and Raising and Howling
Mind over matter... Butterflies soar
Melting white angels,
Catching the residue
This is where the road ends.


I wrote this a while ago, like half a year or so, and so far it's one of my deeper poems. So deep, in fact, that I have no idea as to what it means. My subconscious makes no sense to me. Trevor told me his idea as to what it means, and it made sense. He broke it down for me and everything :) I still have the facebook message haha I'm so stupid and creepy. Anyways. The fairytale/dark romance/religious stuff I didn't even catch on to until someone pointed them out to me. Now all I can envision when I read it is white angels with soot and blood covering them. I think I'm messed up a bit in the head though so it's okay.

New Inspiration

My new Book, of which I bought Saturday - one of the best days EVER spent with Trevor, music and bookstores that are faker Powell's... Needless to say, I love it. I'm going to say it anyways.

I love it. And it's TINY!!!! I saw it sitting there and I knew instantly that I had to have it. I did wait for the allotted half hour, just to make sure that I really really wanted it.

I did. Badly.

It's all non-tree, non-animal AWESOME. What it's made out of, no idea. Probably essence of SUPERFRIGGENCOOL

The binding kills me. It's so amazing. I just wish my handwriting didn't suck now.

The Damaged

Towards the end

The eye will fall upon us

And we will be in the calm

A breeze will blow

Replacing the jagged wind

And howling tempest.

Towards the end

Our eyes won't tear from the defeat

A lachrymal silence will sooth the dirt beneath my hand

And relinquish one drop shed from relief.

Towards the end

Oxygen will be enough to get us through the conclusion

I won't need to feel

And my heart will beat

Stronger than the flutter it is.

Towards the end

I can close my eyes without nightmares

A hand will brush the mud from my face

Soft as a god's

Soothing my brow

Sleep... Sleep

I'll count the strokes

And they'll be enough

Towards the end

No words will be there

Unutterable, faded serenity will blanket the field

Calming the blood and fear

Towards the end

All light will give out

Leaving us in the soft darkness

Blackness that is our surrender, my compliance

Towards the end

Our achievement will be the shrinking of the universe

Centering upon our souls

Our battered armour

Nothing else to think about

Nothing else at all

The end will come

The culmination before the nothingness

Tranquility in abandonment

Perfection in us,

The damaged.

GURPing it up

GURPS (Generic Universal RolePlaying System) is the best thing ever.

Way better than D&D in my opinion.

I like doing the unexpected and shaking things up.

Even though I almost die every time.

And that's my blurb on it :)

Subatomic

Here I am

Raising my tiny fists

Tiny fingers

A tiny lifeboat on the sea

The torpedoes start to burn

Whistling and screaming

They cover up the sobs

Little sobs

Blue and green flash

Rain makes rivers and men cry

Buckling to the knees

Snapped on the ground

Pain breaks the finest china

Behind the door is no guarantee

Salt so light the eddies can brush it away

Wash it away

Just hold onto the cloth

The shredded fibers cling

No white flag for you

This is my surrender

There's no more candles

And the darkness hurts

I can't go on without a guide

I'm so small

I'm too small.