stranger than strange

what eyes do not see
the ears hear
then what ears do not hear
the mind speaks
and if the mind remains unvoiced
the heart seeks
ultimately when the heart stops believing
you cease to exist

strangers and forgings

we cant entirely remember the beginnings
we've been misled, lost a path or two
disqualified, unworthy we use words such as these

copy; reprint is the new in.

welcome to the freakshow

today we have some very important star players, namely:
love, hate and death!
what should we do with them, oh dear, i have absolutely no idea!

"make love and death have sex!" one shouted with glee
death smirked, love shivered, hate glanced away
the kiss of death was not one to play with, it seemed death was enjoying himself throughoutly, little miss love shuddered with thoughts of how could they be so cruel while hate seemed to be playing with her subconscience.

well well, welcome to the freakshow babies, pay your ticket and drink in the beer.

untitled

give me a title
queen king clown servant knight master slave and savior
spades diamonds clubs hearts
give me a title
war foe fiend friend blood and gore
kiss miss bide bye hello and see you again
give me a title
just to label
a name for a vessel
a title worthy of a visual
a portrait of myself
title, genre, name; class; number

the difference between intervene and interrupt

it's been a long time since i had a long entry. i could rant i believe i am jaded cynical i could scream my world contains of the madhouse which i think is another dimension in itself, my favourite words infinity blood symphony, last exile naruto full metal alchemist bleach angst emo drama nana visuals lyricals and random thoughts in my head we have a map of the piano deviantart livejournal blogspot

in the end i have no idea what to write
about my day about who i've seen about who crossed my path today

the difference between intervene and interrupt
would be the very same answer for blue and red

hate mail

hi world,
stop looking at me as though you can see me naked already
i hate you,
J.

at gun point

we all live on high strung drama
melancholy, we love to pretend
we feed off romance, we drink to heartaches
melody and misery in sync
angst bleeds through every heartbeat
(i find myself breathing to the two dimensional
my life in a comic book)

filter

and sometimes the blood he stares at, isn't his
he feigns death would come to take him soon
he fears karma for he has sinned

- edward elric fic
paper dolls have crepe for dresses

filter through glass they say, are the windows through your soul
filter filth flirt till your soul turns cold

"...where the music is free, slip gone until the dawn's gone with me"
- drew sidora

swiftly she winds through the crowd

i hear the clicks of your tongue
they creak and they crack(le), the little breaths you inhale
i want to touch these sounds and catch them

but who was i to believe i could touch these sounds?
inspired by "mum - we have a map of the piano"
visual trigger "a mango shaped space"

i could see her walking through the crowd in a trenchcoat

AUTO-PILOT

it seems that we are all living in a world of demands, instructions and pain/ denial/ backstabbing.

so i'm now giving you a choice to choose inbetween a robot or a zombie. toy the idea of reality and the two dimensional. i'm seeing the world in robots and living zombies.

i felt a little broken seeing Gab today. i went on auto-pilot after that.

eternity

if dying earlier means to see less hurt, i wouldn't mind

good reads: kimi_no_vanilla
serenade
still life in monochrome

NAMING PUPPETS

the theatre where they slaved
marionettes, rag, paper and barbie dolls
(i'll name every one of them)
a number, a code, a toy for all
brothel be seen, a subculture for the rural
mannequins for display, quote your prices
suburban unite, a cruel nation for rue

a gathering of murderers
who gets the bounty, who gets the kill?
an eye for an eye, the twins, the wicked or the bold?

and i only have eyes for the moon