Portrait of a Last Confession by bloodytourniquet, literature
Literature
Portrait of a Last Confession
She rolls me over to see my face
Tears sting the cuts on my cheek
I tell her I love her so she'll smile
But all I see is her moonlit silhouette.
Her disappointment fills the air as she drops the rock
I know this is well deserved.
"I pushed too hard. I'm sorry" I say
All she hears are the muffled sounds through my broken jaw.
*The stars look so elegant tonight
And she looks as beautiful as ever*
I ask myself if it is over…all of it
Can we sleep now? Will we wake up the same?
She answers me with a kiss.
Her aroma makes me feel like I'm in heaven.
So you finally pulled it off...
Are you proud of yourself because you should be. You told me off and I know it makes you feel bad but you've been holding it in for years. So now that the floodgates have been opened, when do the fists flow?
Can't be long now
Cuz I won't allow
for you to get away
without shooting a fist my way.
Please don't regret this feeling you've stirred up.
It's been too long since I've felt.
Thank you. I was happy but Happiness overstayed its welcome and you helped rid me of it. I was becoming too comfortable wearing this smile that just didn't fit. It was a couple sizes too big and to hard to wear.
Yes, I'm lo
When Everything Dies by bloodytourniquet, literature
Literature
When Everything Dies
The Thought:
He is the epitome of what I want to fucking be.
He is Master Vanity Robbing me of my sanity.
Fill my voids with imperfections, that which he does wreek.
Angelic sweetness and chivalry is dead and obsolete.
The Philosophy:
Perfect like God she doth despise,
Nothing but sinners in God's eyes;
so what do her eyes see? What does she perceive?
I'll behead the devil to make her smile.
The Action:
I'll spit forth crimson from my wrists
because imperfect perfections will not be missed,
And as I whither I clench my fists
as his name is the last breath from my lips.
The Consequence:
Within a week I will not even exist in me
What is my purpose in this world
with a heart so cold and jaded?
Yet I was born into this world
with a soul so dark and faded.
My hopes and wishes are infinite
But my fate is definite.
Sadness is all that's left in it.
I'll die so deathly well with it.
Pleasing you is but a dream
But I can see through the misty blisss.
I will never be your wish.
I try and fail so well.
To hell with life, to hell with this.
I'm worth nothing more than piss.
Just beat me to a bloody carcass.
Beat me to my bloody bliss.
You wouldn't let me destroy myself.
You had to show me that you cared.
If I were to hurt, then you would cry.
How could I be so insensitive to let that happen?
And so I changed.
But once again I am plagued by the things that I sought to destroy.
And so I must change again.
Everchanging is the world we live in,
and so everchanging must we be.
The truths by which we operate today
may be the lies that we outline tomorrow
to prove that yesterday never truly happened.
And so I change once again
so as to envelop what I had become yesterday
And morph it into what I thought of today
So that tomorrow you can look me in the eye,
And you
As I looked down the abyss of the barrel
I closed my eyes and wondered,
"How could this have happened to me?"
"Why is this man holding a gun to my head?"
"How did I get here?"
I drift off to a better place, remembering all the good times.
The fun I had in the school yard
My fifth birthday party
My first kiss
But as the good memory's fly through my mind like a bullet train
Bad memories seemed to overwhelm me
My first heartbreak
The day my father left
The day my grandpa died
I quickly open my tear filled eyes
I wondered once again
"How could this have happened to me?"
"Why is this man holding a gun to my head?"
"How did I get
Just for a moment,
whirlwind of excitement growing deep.
Gripping, all for the moment,
heightened senses, fading surroundings,
lean in, eyelids surrender.
Nervous actions, awkward stance,
just for a moment, this one moment,
first kiss, sweet tantilizing instance!
Eruption of calmness, hint of a smile,
deep breath, sudden ease.
Depart, hand gesture, stare.
The moon does seem brighter tonight.
Ah, first kiss.
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Hello old friend. We haven't spoken in a while.
I miss being on here and was just reviewing some old work. Interesting. haha. I still remember being there. Where they came from.
I haven't written poetry in a while. I've been writing scripts and stuff. Stories.
Well what I've really been doing is acting and playing in bands. More performance-y stuff. Maybe I'll post pics.
I guess today wasn't so bad. One of my bands got some really big news. SHHH though. It's not 100%
I'll also have to reacquaint myself with DA. Like my cherry grew back or something.
I love taking pictures. Always have. I not good or anything. It's just fun capturing mom
I reloaded the piece Truth and Deceit to better quality pics. Cleaned them both up as well.
Truth http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/25119403/
Deceit http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/25385459/
Caress...
Sorry for the lack of updates.
The actor side has gotten the best of me these last couple months. As Jack in Edward Albee's "Everything in the Garden", I had the time of my life. Rehearsal 6 out of 7 days of the week from 6 - midnight takes up so much of your time! Well I had a blast as one of the main characters and for 2 out of 3 nights we received a standing ovation!
Thanks to all in the cast and to Andrea for believing in me.