Galaniel

Porcelain such a valuable thing though cheaper than a diamond ring holds value in its shape and all the memories that it makes a cute little deer a creature of fear captured perfectly in a moment of peace and so twice fragile are these memories for now we will set it on a shelf dust it very well and wait for the day that it is no longer necessary

I don't know what to think when I talk to you Its like I got what I want for Christmas but October has not even passed Trick or treat? I can't tell Sweet trail of candy or path to hell? I just want to know if I'll be thankful this November These holidays are so long and I don't know How long I can wait before the magic starts to go Sing me carols, sing me lullabies but please not Auld Lang Syne Won't you spend the holidays with me They made the oil last for eight days and eight is too little time to stay but Christmas only adds one more Thanksgiving is such a bounty but leftovers don't taste all that good and I don't what Kwan

Shadows fall down on cotton fields Yellow moon rises to greet the plants flowers are colorful, teasing appeal from a distance, the way the moon hits soft white under stiff common green soon flies off into the abyss never long were they meant to be and seeds gather amongst the field given to awkward flights on new wind though sometimes out of breath they are tangled, inseparable falling and soon risen from wilting death in the night some hear animals but the pure only hear heartbeats in the dead silence of the night overpowering even the heavy, humid heat when finally nature has calmed cotton field covers the laying seeds the

Dusty roads leading in circles. north east is not a direction, it's just another endless dead end. heavenLy mirAges seRve to distrAct, shamelessly giving perfection, but only to look at, not to feel. Back at the same spot as before, but not a single open door: locked tight without the key. Lock picking is an art: finesse, not force, a concept sadly unfamiliar. Eight letters in hand, lost twice to storms, standing at a familiar door. Appearances torn, organ worn, understanding more than ever. What answer would a knock receive?

This is art when you stop caring This is what inspiration looks like when you have nothing This is the cancer of every hand that never was a dishwasher A poem that passes as anything but You won I gave myself to you and you left Now I have no soul

A stone plunged into my gut, A burning sulfur pulsating with life, expanding into an explosion of agony You have given me what I settled for, but never will I see what I desire You are too easygoing for that

Nobody cares a lot about you 'less you are pretty, or rich or have a really big car that'll take you far out into the night where he'll treat you right into a chemical coma and rape you and dump you in a ditch, you bitch They always say they want the nice guy but they always settle for him: the guy who wants to beat her around, the guy who's full of sin, but I guess to them, who cares about that when you can have abs and pearls. Yeah who cares about the guy who cares about the girl Don't know how many times I've seen it happen before. She's pretty, and has a really nice smile that gets all the guys but she picks the o

Tear stained blade rusting over as the shell that protects my fragile dreams I hold you like I once held her close and comforting to my chest my heart bursting at the seams Red is your favorite color hers was purple but I guess I can get over that because you will offer me comfort you will finally console me I will finally be glad

Baby, I know it sounds strange to you But I know this is what I have to do Every time I see it in my mind I feel a little more alive But when you heard about it all that you had said was just "why?" to me So "why can't you support me?" Is this what I want to be? In the morning, I hate what I see I can change, to be ha-a-ppy But why wouldn't you accept it as me? What the hell is goin on with you? what the hell is goin on with me? It feels like I have to choose between life with you or life itself Why couldn't you embrace it If I become different You want me to be happy So why are you so damn picky? Is this what I want to be

Step right up son, take your time You've got more than enough Its time to make another chance To take another bluff They've had theirs, I've had mine and everyone is waiting on you Who wants to be a hero? Who wants to take on the burdens of a life that isn't yours? Hey, it's not like yours is already hell Go on and waste it Waste your life on someone else King Arthur's sword isn't patient Neither are the starving census You can't let your self interest Get the best of your conscious If you don't become a saint They'll spear you with guilt Who wants to be a hero? Who wants to take on the burdens of a life that isn't yours? H