TheWordsAreSpoken.

A lingering thought through contentment,

words slip from the bottom lip.

Silence is not always golden,

actions that sashayed with the hips.

Violet vases all around,

love on its broken glass.

Crimson is not the word you chose to speak,

but murmurs of vapour from crass to class.

On angel's wings we once believed,

yet things are too far too hard.

Those were the belongings we chose to keep,

so the past shall stay the past.

100.

This is the end,
ye devils say.
This is when I know i'll be slayed.

Sin the first,
thus for the sin again,

torn in tethers by thy powers insane.

Call the crime,
henceforth cry by the line,
now's the first as the last one is framed.

Tripping on monologues,

voices in my head,
is this a beginning of the death of my name?

TheSearch.

Counting days and imagining numbers,
and the veins of my eyes with an outcry of blood.
I breathed in too hard,
too deep as I draw blanks,
I forgot to breathe out.

Entering the gates that beckon,
visionaries, missionaries speak.
They tell you of the life you once lived,
raving in the moment,
dying for the latter.

Spiraling downwards to a perception of life,
fire at my feet.
He proclaims that this is the first,
the course of the origin,
like the finest steel breeds from fire.
I stood in disillusionment.

They throw me up,
force feeding me the mouth of the recipient.
I return to despair.
Breathing out,
bleeding in,
bleeding out.

Numb to the sense,
numb to perceive,
as every bone crackled at me.
Thus the question.
Why am I still alive?

n-joi

Imagine.Thoughts.

The little things,
like a smile, or a wave of a hand,
sweet thoughts,
its ecstasy that runs in my brain,
like the wind from the ceiling fan.

I could deal with a little silliness,
I could sit down and whine,
drink some sweet honey,
and munch on nectarines,
yes nectarines are fine.

If the night permits,
i'll rip out a little star,
and if it be bright enough,
if it be kind,
you can use your camera,
and compare it with your smile that shines.

You can play the piano,
and i'll strum my guitar,
we'll compose our thoughts together,
maybe pen a word or two,
maybe it'll last forever,
just me and you.

So let it all go now,
the worries and the frown,
close your eyes for this one moment,
but don't look down.

Just smile.

n-joi

FullStop.

A levels are a bitch.

TheySaidIt.

If breathing is the obstacle,
then life is but death.
If nothing is but a term,
then something is but imprisonment.
If being is choosing to achieve,
then seeing is choosing to go on.
But when living is the only choice,
then we fall to forever.

KillingThem.

Selling my soul and my belief,
to kiss the one's devil by its feet.
And bow down to humiliation and shame,
for manipulated gratification,
for incarnate gains.

The will speaks to the heat,
of the reasons that decide deceit.
Now the noises seem to end,
into a rousing chorus that is harder to fend,
it breaks, it aches, it breaks.

Simultaneous solidification of the meaning the words,
tearing beyond logic,
finite finished verse.
The tale of one soul condemned to eternity,
one of happiness to do what the devil bids him.
Life farewell, formulas of hell.

A. A. A. A. A.