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For it to be quenched I am yearning,
As my heart and soul are burning,
While the wick, off the spindle, towards my trouble does unwind
Lighting up this inferno of desire,
Igniting passions, and burning higher,
Love has brought about the conflagration of my mind.
The venom of your song has crept inside my ear,
And with every audiation I find I'm drawing near,
To emotional athfixiation, for there is no breath here,
The room is packed unto the brim as I slowly suffocate,
For your love has drowned me. Dead, I float up to the pearly gates.
I can no longer resist, my fate has been made,
And your amazing grace and beauty have trampled down my weary barricade,
There is no choice but surrender, no chance to avoid defeat,
It is hard to beleive this, but your love has conquered me.
 Rusty Silencebringer · Wed Mar 23, 2005 @ 11:43pm · 2 Comments |
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At first I was fearful of what was not occuring. I had energy, happiness, and the will to breathe freely... That shouldn't be happening. She was gone, for who knows how long. Not more than a week, hopefully, but probably not too much less. It had been two days since we last talked, why then, did I not toss and turn and moan in my sleep out of lonelyness... Was I really in love? How could I be, when the target of my passions was unreachable, yet I felt nothing? Perhaps it was because, in a way, she herself was unreachable from the start... No. Just because distance seperated our hands and lips, did not mean it seperated our tongues and ears. We could still speak, and I was still blessed with the sweet tone of her voice, coming through the speaker of my phone. Yet still her absence haunted me not, and this I sat contemplating, at the dining room table, a game of chess splayed out before me.
"Checkmate." My father says, and I look at him, momentarily forgetting my troubles. "But you didn't make a move." A pause. As I realized that I had just unknowingly made the winning move, my fathers eyes fell upon me. He could tell something was on my mind, that something distracted me. I could see him preparing to question what was on my mind, I saw him swallow, he opened his mouth, and just then, before any awkward questions or conversation could take place, the phone rang.
"I'll call you as soon as I can." Her words played through my mind. RINGGGG "I'm going to visit my father..." RINGGGG "It should only be a couple days..." RINGGG. My father grabs the phone, and answers. The responce is slightly quiet, slightly intimidated, and the tone... it resembled so closely the one I loved. Sweet, pure, with a kindness intertwined, truly, it was the voice of an angel. My heart skipped a beat, and I nearly raised my hand to reach for the phone, and snatch it away from my father, when he put his hand over it, turned his head, and called out for my sister to take the phone. Her friend had called.
My stomach lurched, and I could feel a deep sadness flow over me. It seems that I was only kept from my sorrow by eagerness for My Sweet's return. The hope stored in cheerful patience for her return suddenly dispersed after being released, leaving my heart hollow and lonely.
A tear formed in my eye, and I ran up to my room and flung myself upon the bed. I burrowed under the blanket my mother gave me for christmas, sheltering myself from attention beneath its warm, fuzzy texture. Tears rolled out, as I realized just how much she meant to me, and how hard it was to go on without her, even if it was just for a day or two.
After what seemed like hours, I crawled out from under the covers, and smiled, knowing that at any moment, it really could be her calling me, laughing with me, making those little noises that warm my soul. A calm flows over me, as I lie back, and drift off into a sleep, haunted pleasently by the voice of the one I love.
Rusty Silencebringer · Wed Dec 29, 2004 @ 03:01am · 10 Comments |
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Flame
In the icy cold winter of sadness
Your eyes are as a flame
and as I stare into them
All troubles, melt away.
Rusty Silencebringer · Wed Dec 22, 2004 @ 07:46pm · 0 Comments |
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I'm going to put down a bunch of romantic blatherings in here.
It's like it's own little hell
In which all feelings dwell
The good, the bad, happy, sad,
I'm thrust right into hell.
The moment that I heard her voice,
That was so soft and kind,
It was right then, I made the choice,
Somehow, someway, she'd be mine.
Even if love was not returned,
At least I'd be her friend.
Nomatter how oft I could be spurned,
I'd stay hers until the end.
A vow like this is often rash,
More so when made in haste.
But as time comes to pass,
I'll know my mind was rightly made.
Oh how the hours seem to fly by,
When she is there with me.
But while she's gone, I often sigh,
for the world seems so dreary.
I can't beleive what an a** I am,
For falling for this girl.
And even more a fool I am,
For making her my world.
Sometimes I'd wish that I'd be free,
Sometime's I wish her gone,
But when stopped to think momentarily,
I know that wish was wrong.
I hope some day that I'll embrace her.
Some day I'd wish to wed.
But I would rather not have her,
Then let her soul go dead.
So I will wait, and make no plee,
I will ask for not.
So love might come more naturally,
To keep it lasting, and unforgot.
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Love is like this ball of nothingness, a big empty shell, a hollow feeling in the heart, which is covered up with feelings of joy and passion when the target of ones affections is near. Life may be great when she's around, but it sure is a lot more painful when she's not.
Rusty Silencebringer · Wed Dec 22, 2004 @ 02:36am · 3 Comments |
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