Thursday, November 27, 2008

Random Scribblings for Sahinia, Much?

What is it that you’re looking for?

How can you find it if you don’t know?

When will you call it yours?

And does it wish to be owned?

--

Look inside the padlocked box

Holding your heart, padlocked box,

You hold the key, padlocked box,

A key for no one, padlocked box.

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When I would cry,

You would sing.

When I would wail,

Happiness you’d bring.

When I was hurt,

You would heal.

When I was with you,

Happiness I’d feel.

--

All things dark

All evil sin

All shadows

All eerie night

Inside me, inside me

Creeping along my skin

Inside me, inside me

A voice that whispers in my ear

Red eyes always seeing me

Laughter echoing, echoing,

Inside me, inside me

--

It wasn’t loneliness,

It wasn’t pain,

But knowing

I had so much to gain

--

She whispered

I love you

I love you

I whispered

Me too

Me too

We flew into the sun

Ignoring everyone

Else who wasn’t us

In her I put my trust

--

When I was young, I dreamed,

When I was old, I knew,

Then I wondered, now I see,

And wish it wasn’t true.

--

How I wish you knew my face,

As though we were together,

Away from that evil place,

And then, forever and ever,

You’d know me, be with me,

Everything would be yours,

And you wouldn’t see, wouldn’t see,

The lies behind closed doors.

--

I’ll catch you

Even if I fall

To so do

I’ll save you

Even if I be damned

To so do

I’ll be with you,

Even I be alone

To so do

I’ll love you

Even if I be hated

To so do

--

Guardian angel,

White wings, garb of gold,

Eyes of lavender,

Guardian angel,

Looks young, so old,

Oh how I love her.

--

Do you remember loneliness?

Do you remember love?

Do you remember memories?

And are those moments enough?

Do you remember laughter?

Do you remember smiles?

Do you remember chasing after

What is was that you so desire?

Does that matter to you now?

Do you still hold onto dreams?

Do you still refuse to bow?

Is all as it once seemed?

Misti, Much?

A silver heart, tied to a silk red ribbon.

Silk as red as blood, blood, blood.

Red as the blood they had her spill,

Red as her blood dripping from her fangs.


Silk as soft as flower petals against her skin.

Soft as the wind, soft as starlight.

Soft as the voices that sing her to sleep,

Soft as the moon she howls to.


A soft, red chain,

With a silver, heart-shaped weight.

Red as death,

Soft as thorns.


The wolf throws her chain to the wind,

Cries to the stars.

Tries to run away.


But the stars and the wind

Are always with her

Always listening for her howls

So that they may take away her pain,

So that we may take away her pain.

Star, Much?

Who do you think you are?

What do you think she is?

She isn’t your plaything,

Not your toy, not your nothing.


She isn’t your easy slut,

She isn’t the one night stand,

She isn’t a rumor you can spread,

Not your toy, not your nothing.


Push her down then make her cry,

And you don’t even care.

Give what isn’t yours to give,

Leaving someone else to pick up the pieces.


She bleeds and she falls,

She dreams and she smiles,

She prays and she lives,

SHE DOESN’T NEED YOU.


Who do you think you are?

What do you think she is?

You aren’t her desire,

Not her dream, you’re her nothing.


You aren’t her Prince Charming,

You aren’t the reason for her smiles,

You aren’t the one she points to, giggling,

Not her dream, you’re her nothing.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008