Splendj-rulez

your textbook response to common courtesy... how can i judge and say you lied, when hypocrisy is just not my style. where does it end? will it end here? maybe here? or perhaps it's just between here and there. can it ever end? or will the façade permafrost? look outside and prove it's not snowing. not even you can stop it. it's hardly an exam so quit the fiction. i know you can act as you taught me how, but save it for the stage. let's reopen the museum and reveal the art. a 3 year gallery laid with 2 year dust. plus 6 months of   broken imperfections. so how are you? it's been a while but

Another bill to pay my respects Check the clocks with faces in hands Drown in coffee and halo-stained rings Grab the keys and fly out the door Late again with rush hour hearses Trafalgar Square and Big Ben is knolling Take the tube to six feet deep Tunnel works and grave diggers busy Climb the stairway returning to light Escape the crowds and mourning traffic Cross the street with red-blue flashing Screeching cars and Silence.

I cannot take this, I'm just going insane. My cancer's beating And it's hard to conceal the pain. My life is stricken While it floods down the drain. This scarlet romance Bleeds within from this lie I contain. So I try to pretend, That the tears will restrain, But my soul is so weak, As it snaps under strain. All that leaves is my faith, Burning into the sun~ With no bullets in the gun. I walk this snowstorm, Fingers blacken with cold. Hard to continue Knowing these future's ashes are sold. I tremble silently, My fate growing old. The darkness seething Deep inside my veins left uncontrolled. So I try to pretend, That

i'm so lost... i don't know what to do... ...my memories are dreams... that aren't coming true... i've forgotten my way... direction and time... i'm losing everything... with structure and rhyme... my mind is wiped clean... i can't think at all... ...not even a blank... or a blockading wall... the bubble has burst... it's all leaking out... my sanity like water... caught in a drought... trapped in a web... i've lost the will... the spiders are coming... ready to kill... ...but that's impossible... because nothing is here... not even a light... or shadow treads near... so are these the nights... or are these the days?.

I golden whispers filter through the delicate crisp trees and land soft on the cold earth rustle in the autumn breeze as bluebirds flutter by shadows stretch lazily resting on the ground remembering the summer days and dreaming of winter sounds drifting on the setting sky II rich eruptions of crimson bestow the incredible masquerade on the waterside below a waltz of light and shade fantastic fireworks flying free panoramic streaks of yellow electricity orange sporadic peaks wondrous palettes of colour infuse the dynamic radiant verve the countryside becomes alive beneath the falling curve amazing spectacles entertain

We live in nothing more than black and white, but who will believe this flawless lie... We cry out to the world and imagine the colours that entertain us. The silver leaves of autumn, the blue oceans and golden sun. But the colours just paint over the blemishes we make, so they all look good as new.... Who are we fooling, but the faces in the mirror that try to turn away... From all this idiocy. From all this futility. Maybe we should turn out the light we rely on, and witness first hand our true art creation. Look at its beauty, masked so perfectly on a pedestal of our gold. Fools we have been... Such colour-blind f

That jagged icicle is getting closer to my throbbing core. Frozen in time, it feels so cold. But I must catch the clock in case it slips. This precious memory is my only home. Reality has evicted me to the elements. My date is stuck on February 5th ~~~ The heavens spread wide and bore gifts of clean snow, the cool sheets settled onto the streets. Celebrations of ice were sculpting the scene: with transcended lights, and sentimental smiles. The pines were cosy in white coats so pure, persuading their innocence to the cautious minds below. Snuggly scarves and gloves were essential, where the snow-barons scouted

*Ring* The temptress is calling, leaving messages on my answer phone. Her enticing echo, how it yearns for my attention... The resistance is falling... How long can I ignore it? Step to the clear window... A tempest is brewing outside, leaving wreckages across the white cliffs of Dover. Oh, how it stains a deeper shade of red... The tension is mounting too: listen to the animals rioting to the gold thunder claps. Witness their primitive notion, as they savagely tear each other to shreds. The cries and bloodshed, they are so hard to bear... Recoil from the frosting glass... Watch the fireplace burn black... New dimen

count with me: the days flying by; the clouds in the air; the stars in the sky. watch with me: the birds playing high; the wind singing merry; the storm's battle-cry. ~~~ dance with me: the sway on the hips; the beat in the steps; the rhythm on the lips. wave with me: to the free-sailing ships; the journey embarkers; the clear water wisps. ~ walk with me: through the fields in May, by the blossoms blooming; the beautiful display. fly with me: down memory highway, under built bridges; across our skyway. - jump with me: out of that biplane, into the ocean, rippled by rain. fight with me: through the harsh pain,

Stumble in from wars outside, Divided by cold rain lashing. My bloodshot eyes forced wide Cries heavy tears, crashing. Through the cramped nostalgia halls Falls my tired body, lame. Peel my skin onto the hook Crooked, beside a broken frame. Unmade sheets that make my nest, Caress and cradle gently. I see my friend shrouded by dust, Rusted, it smiles intently. Atop the shelf amongst the old, My cold heart-shaped box plays. That broken melody tune Slowly fades into the days. I reach over, close the oak top, Stopping the song forever. Turning in the silent room, I resume my sleeping endeavour.