Who believes in love anymore? Love is just like religion. You want it so so so much to be real. But its not now is it? Deep down you know its not. Its just how long a temporary attraction lasts. Its only a feeling.

 
Still falling

Breathless and on again

Inside today

Beside me today

Around broken in two

Till your eyes shed

Into dust

Like two strangers

Turning into dust

Till my hand shook

With the way I fear

I could possibly be fading

Or have something more to gain

I could feel myself growing colder

I could feel myself under your fate

Under your fate

It was you

Breathless and tall

I could feel my eyes turning into dust

And two strangers

Turning into dust

Turning into dust

- Mazzy Star "Into Dust"
posted by Div at 08:24

 
My philosophies in life
1.Everything happens for a reason
2.What goes around comes around
3.Shit happens
posted by Div at 05:25

 
eh rafiel ask faidi to get to me as soon as you see this.
posted by Div at 21:52

 
Sometimes the people with the most faces on,
are the easiest to read. They are as predictable
in the likeness as which they assume they are not.
They are the ones that become angry and depressed everytime
that bit of truth leaks out. They tell of everything
they feel and think only beacause it keeps them secure to know that
others look up to the facade they so carefully have to
groom and keep well polished.
Occasionally amongst all that polishing,
their masks get shiny enough for them
to see their own reflection.
And then they suddenly reel back
to their shells of anger,depession and melancholy.
Sometimes a cold fortress of numbness
-which they attribute to moodiness.
But it isn't moodiness is it?
Its the real face of themselves they see.
Its the one face they neglected amongst all others.
The one face that plagues them with guilt every single day though they might not feel it.
The one face coverd by so so many walls of pride .
The one face they try harder to hide from themselves and everyone else,than they try to keep all their other faces intact.
They are the ones whose hearts' race just a little
bit quicker when they read this. Knowing deep inside
sometimes faces are all they have to them
Why?
Why wont they just let go of their pride and try fixing the most important face of all?
And you ask.
What right? What right do I have to say things like that?
I'll say because i was one of them before.
I have as much a right as you have to put on all your faces.

I have no right at all.


posted by Div at 19:03

 
How long how long will I slide
Separate my side, I don't,
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat, it's all I ever

I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I've got to take it on the otherside

Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
I've got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on, take it on

How long how long will I slide
Separate my side, I don't,
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat, it's all I ever

Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtray's full and I'm spilling my guts
She wants to know am I still a slut
I've got to take it on the otherside

Scarlet starlet and she's in my bed
A candidate for my soul mate bled
Push the trigger and pull the thread
I've got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside.
Take it on, take it on

How long how long will I slide
Separate my side, I don't,
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat, it's all I ever,
How long, I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat it's all I ever




posted by Div at 17:58

 
If death were to be upon me,
I would gladly embrace her frigid bones,
Within the darkest clouds of her cloak,
My memories would wither away,
And they would envelop me.
To where the black remnants of her heart
pulse the hynotic drones of long dead Gods,
Mine would follow.
When my eyes would tear for the world
The drowning emptiness of her's
would whisper and caress my soul,
gently she would call,
And then,
slowly,
I would die.
posted by Div at 02:03

 
Dreams are born and reborn, lingering
Through these years; I wait. My knowing smiles
Have become wisdoms you cannot touch,
And every time you leave (return)
You never wear the same face twice--
Until now. Chaos wanders vacantly,
As those who can't bless
Seek to desecrate, with hearts so still
And prayers that whisper in the ears
Of lonely. I wonder too much
About the days in between, the life
You live outside of this reality.
What drives you to rest your head
Among the thorns? You bide your time
In order to lay siege again, finding
The single crack in a cause
Just to prove your innocence (ignorance).
Forgive me if I don't open
My arms--there's not a devil in me
That could trust you, again. Time
Has fallen down upon itself, and you
Have emerged from the wreckage, unscathed--
No, there's no such thing as coincidence,
And some dreams that die, do so for a reason.


posted by Div at 05:35

 
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows, let it suffice,
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

-Christopher Marlowe
posted by Div at 20:14

 
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.

- John Clare

posted by Div at 20:11

 
As time continues
memories of you
ripple away
from the shore
of my mind
where once
waves of you
washed me away.


Poetry receeds.
posted by Div at 02:13

 
I saw a ghost of myself today
Caught in the reflection of a passing window
And I stayed long enough to see
That the hollow eyes staring out
Trapped in a world of glass
Belonged to a boy I could no longer call
Me.
posted by Div at 02:12

 
I trace your lips
with my tongue
pausing
for just a moment
to breathe you in

I missed you

so much


To you sweetheart.
posted by Div at 03:30

 
The discontent in someone was illustrated upon me awhile ago..
I saw her direction of anger as well as its source,
I saw satisfaction in the release of that anger,
I saw the swelling compellment to hate.
And though i saw the stupidity of her words, it showed me the stupidity of mine.
Mine which was above all else, witheringly unclever.
Humbling often comes from the people you least expect it to.
Though it never was mutual, it was a lesson that did far more than teaching.
It was the revelation that faults are seen upon who you choose to see it upon,
However they spawn from your own desire to be without them.
To accept is to learn. To learn is to love.
My Apologies.
posted by Div at 04:01

 
I feel the void between the stars that cluster,
As they swirl around me.
I feel them close,
Beyond much that is distant.
Distant to much that is close.
To each a star smiles.
To me the dark beckons with the haunting breeze that cannot be felt.
And plays the crimson tune to which cannot be heard.
But her fair hand reaches enough to hold mine.
Fingers intertwined i clasp tightly and stand ,
To my only salvage from the distorted wreck of past.
That it is amongst all else - blinding.
My blood breathe's her careful scent.
My eyes bleed with her lurid gaze
Simplicty ressurected what I carefully buried so deep.

I feel a star's smile.

Merci.

posted by Div at 18:36

 
Sentiment in every note
Vibrance in the multi-tudinal rapidness.
Ah,
The classical flamenco of depression...
It is encased in a fortified stone of...plastic
Amour! Touche!...
I cannot feel as I did.
Not now, not forever.
Because,
Purity is piercingly hard to endure
When it stretches beyond what you would choose to choose.
I am burying my hurt so deep it is infecting me.
Should i climb out?
Its so comfortable to be away,
Away from the cloistering noise of life.
My eyes need refilling i think.
My incessant ramblings are confusing me.
I need.

- To whomever needs as much
U have company.
posted by Div at 06:58

 
Existence is perfect -

Sensual embracement conquers,
When you close your eyes and drift to the darkness of mind,
Your sublte mischeif pokes the slandering crux of fantasy,
To which all else is closed,and i cry.
Witty repartees dance in your gentle tunes, your whispers,
Your lies.
Black silk drapes the halve of your picture.
Concealing the perfection of which is instinctively that of humanity.
Placiduous theiving holds to my fingers as you lead me.
I stand a coat, wine and rose.
Where are you?


-Perfection does not exist.

Uniqueness exceeding.
To : l.m.



posted by Div at 05:10

 
Fairest night i played my chance,
To which to where, I hope you danced.
Tresspass not u thought to say,
Room for one, the King of Spades.
I...I watched you kiss,struggled to breathe,
Cradled the memory, held it to freeze.
Tranquility sews my eyes
From sight to see,
Your stolen heart you stole from me.
Fairest night i stopped to glance,
To which to where a withering chance.....


Deprive.Delete.Decide?
Dead.

posted by Div at 00:37

 
There is a world unshrouding your presence,
That grows by the reign of your every touch, glance & breath
I peer to see the anxious willow trees who yearn to reach the purity of thy lake,
Reaching.
But cruel are the poisoning roots that cling & grasp,
The cold heathen earth of demise.
I reach.
A leaf exuding all that is forlorn & solace, touches the water.
Excitement! Exhilaration! absorbing all it can...
And then to content residing...It dies
Enchantment's envy stands amid the mist,
Her soft azure eyes cry pity,...
Her distant tears ripple & distort,...
Spreading & spreading...
The willow trees wait...
There is a world enshrouding your presence,
Do not cry...

What once was will come to be.

posted by Div at 07:13

 
Place not sigh. Cry not fury.
Everything returns in the eye,
as minds will be blurry.
All will be well. None will be left.
In her house we shall dwell.
The maiden that is death.
To that maiden she lives of purpose little,
of that house she resides,
spirits are fickle.
But death does not abide by the choice that is mine,
Neither love,Neither freedom,neither tears,neither time.

Ecliption

posted by Div at 05:54

 
Insanity bulges and shoves against the feeble and withering,
Membrane of my love for you.
Unimaginable is its longing to be freed,
Promising to plant its gripping roots within.
I shun thee for choosing to reside within me...I contempt!
I have carte blanche! Leave!
please leave...
Against my battered castle you smile.
Delight colours your full lips.
Angst seeps through the splintered doors of my defeat.
I beseech you, do not steal my sound mind!
Yet what sound mind gives persona to insanity?
Perhaps I am mad,perhaps it is but an excuse...

Perhaps I am
Lonely
Human Pride is a Curious Thing.
posted by Div at 05:46

 
An Avalanche of despair has smothered me, crushing the very veins that bleed for you.
I picture your face, burning in my thoughts, malignant, injuring maliciously.
Your name resonates in the hollows of my heart as it beats vapidly ,
Yet loquaciously drones your name through my sleep.
How am I to rest my love, if u do not allow me?
I bear no desire for gallivanting even when I hover toward the borders of adjuring.
The heavy ice is cloistering, cold, save me.

Hope
For Michael
posted by Div at 02:46

 
Weaving with tools of the imagination
is a talent that has evolved to be exceedingly rare,
Simpletons are of what society makes of them,
they know not rebelliance nor are they aware of restraints.
Played as puppets they are, unable to retaliate,
upon the inexplicable onslaught of feeble propaganda.
Imagination is the shield with supplements of ignorance.
The most powerful weilder of these are children,
for their minds be not tainted with the limiting facts of science,
theirs is pure,un-interfered,special.
They roam and reign worlds of their own,creation is a neccesity.
Even more rare are those who possess the gift after childhood.
For they will inherit it for all time.

Live
To Gale
posted by Div at 19:31

 
My tear was pristine as it fell.
Denied expiation for mendaciously living,
denied palliative care despite need,
it was nothing.
In my archway grew a canopy of arms,
lush and vibrance were of no compare,
yet pristine as it was,
one tear evoked a wrath upon my perifery of vision.
My tryst with gamboling fairies ended abrubt.
Blinding rage deriative from an eternity of forbearance,
Consumed with fiery cold hunger...
Subsiding,i found my archway no more.
It was nothing.

Undaunted
To Ezila
posted by Div at 01:48

 
Starry eyes enveloped the moment before me.
There was but a window of tranquil between torrents of life.
Encased in that window i peered at reflections.
Twice was mine own to see,distorted - beguiled.
Oracles proclaimed angles of prophecies untrue,
twice was mine own to see,
shredings concocted through conundrums unanswered .
Barbarians host a warrior's intent,
once mine not to see...

Paramour...
posted by Div at 04:30

 
Abeyance thrives upon nothing-ness,solitude to absolve be unique.
Lest clouded, remember magic resides within forgiveness.
In forgiveness granted, and in the forgiveness received.
All depression accentuates agression in the midst of,
careless souls that swarm in couldrons within catacombs of despair.
Freedom of mind is saviour.Let it not be ruled by caprice...

Serenity...
To Clare
posted by Div at 05:54

 
I revel that I can find solace in my world.A world unconfined by means of convention.
A world very much devoid of periferies or boundaries that would consume me.
A world differently mould. Mine.
It is from this world amongst all else I live with my Snow Queen.She holds much of my cold.
She keeps my dark.She is my Snow queen.
On her silver lined chariot of ice,she sails the skies of my world,pulled by four white horses.
Their hooves frequent the threadings of clouds that are strewn across my world.
I am her's as she is mine.I continually piece together a thousand shards of ice to be her castle.
She is my Snow queen.I love her.
She torments me...

Simplicity...
To Joyce
posted by Div at 03:45

 
Confined in my realm of abnegation,
Mine wither'st most quick,
by refusal to condone to thy seemingly
aesthetic potryal of living
in which thou hast so adroitly carved.
I conjunct in this, styles of ages.
For flight, so thou can abscond with me
from worlds of which are creations of naive simpletons
to one construed by laws of our minds
I,forever bereft by thee,will wait...

Inspiration...
To Kim
posted by Div at 07:50

 
The opaquely diaphanous veil of spirituality,
when tampered by the behemoths of sin,
unleashes much incandescent murmurings
that cannot be construed by the delicate
mind of wanderers in the desert of the soul

Imagination...
To Josephine
posted by Div at 22:52

 
(Is there ever any doubt in the
meaning of all the insane congestion of bellowing
feelings conjured in the darkest recesses
of one's elusive mind,
only to be wrenched frm the tendons tt bind
the fragile heart tightly
When ever so lightly comes the feindish
yet gentle caressing breeze of freedom?)

Hatred...
posted by Div at 22:48

 
"Now, stop being rude and introduce me to your girlfriend."
"Zedd, this is my friend, Kahlan Amnell."
Zedd peered hard at him,
"Oh, was I wrong? She's not a girl then?"

-*Zeddicus Zu'l Zorrander

posted by Div at 04:16