We Call This "Passion"

No matter how bright the fire burns,

It will only ever conclude in ashes.

Believe

She bites her lip in hasteful confusion.
There quivers a twisted smile of hard plaster
Concealing the soft paranoia beneath.

Miles of her beauty reign
Like a sun devout to its own horizon
Elegantly rising to new and unseen worlds.

Oh but its perfection is not smug;
Modestly, it rises,
Sheepishly waking the world with its lucent perfection.

Her tiny existence, incomparable to the massive universe.
But watch her combat its every trial,
Every length of journey.

Like the bubbling of a new child's laugh
Her smile colours the lives of those surrounding,
Engulfed by their grayscale days.

My dear, you refute the irrefragable
Denying the painfully obvious.
Misapprehension so wildly rampant.

The weight of the universe on your shoulders
Will not cause a flinch in your brilliance
Let not one star's supernova disrupt your divine galaxy.


For NF <3

My Drug

Dormant for many months.

Finally the antiparallel statures of me and you

Accelarate rapidly that which we desire.

A rush of epinephrine,

I call it a fool's heroin.

Wait Till Tomorrow

All procrastination aside,

I have failed to vouch for yesterday's endeavors

Blushing with blatant disregard for knowledge.

I'd tell you the reasons for my truculent honesty

But the honesty proved drunk wherein I bathed myself,

Pitiful promises of tomorrow's ventures.

But that secret's better told

On another day perhaps...

Remind me once more.

I Did Not Resurface

And so the colourless waves broke through my careful barrier and reached over me, licking and writhing to willingly seize me of all oxygen of life. Inflicting my chest with heaves of continuous needles, they were catalyzing - but not causing - the waves of nauseous pain to finally lap over me; only to freeze, and wash no more.

December, Twenty Ten.

We think we know the truth of the uttermost beauty, or perfection; we see ourselves being able to define it in such a way that we mock those who (rather audaciously) question our understanding of it. It is so blatantly obvious, it seems, that we must not even need to define it - what is there is there, this is what we know, and questioning it seems absolutely absurd. But one thing we've always known, be it significant or not, is that when an object is put too close to our vision, in too near a proximity, its details become distorted, its edges become blurred. The difficult part is adressing that this is true, understanding it, and doing what we know is right: taking a step back. This is truly the difficult part because we know in our uttermost hidden conscience, that what we think we know - that which appears to be the most beautiful concept, creation or mere idea - can, indeed, end up being among the blackest of imperfections.

Shadows of Glory

Today.

Queen

Maybe she couldn't bear hearing it emanating from her own deceitful lips. Maybe she had nothing to say.

Supernatural

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ve-dBOiZhMs

Beauty.

If you're going to listen to any of the things I post on here, it must be this one. Without a doubt my favourite modern classical pieces come from Aston. Gorgeous, classy, Australian, and unfathomably talented! P.s. completely unrelated - right hand side, her shoes. Enough said.

We See Things They'll Never See

Oh maybe I will never be all the things that I wanna be. But now is not the time to cry. Now's the time to find out why. I think you're the same as me. We see things they'll never see. You and I are gonna live forever. Live forever: Oasis.

It's interesting to wonder who will read this, who won't, those who understand this, those who don't. It's interesting to me knowing you may know, or you may not, or you may fear, or you may embody courage as a personified beast. It's interesting to me that every cell in my body duplicates itself with the information that I do not want you to see my heart turned inside out. But it's interesting to me that there are mutated cells in my body, fighting against exactly that which my brain has ordered, praying, hoping, just praying.

It Will Rain

I'm having a total Bruno Mars moment.
I can't get enough of this song. Everytime I hear it I get chills, which usually doesn't happen with mainstream sort of music, so I hope you feel the same way.

But they're just afraid of something they can't understand. Oh well darling watch me change their minds.

F&A.U&I

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gF3HQmKhP3c