I was raised on the back
of a broken man.
I am unwanted in a family
of vagrants.

Slain with each whispered stare.
Surrounded by swapmeet mamas
Adorned with scuffling strands of dying
blonde and even yellow hair.

Foreign invader
find yourself between a crowd
of clicking tongues and twisting metaphors.
- Plagued with upset mothers
and disappointed fathers
all struggling to survive

- while I search for an escape.

Twitching with each movement
of his face
and drowning at every lapse of his breath.
Trying to tessellate his life
in a series of blue gestures
but forgetting to mention
all its tender tints
- complements and hues.

Empty ideologies enclosed
within a shattered mirror.

Arms akimbo
and eyes bitter in defeat.
- Succumbing to the oppressor
and placing my eyes well beneath my feet.

Now I can only see
as well as I can listen.
- Only through defeat
can I listen,
- only through defeat
am I able to understand.

Oh asinine savior!
how the truth escapes your lips.
Silencing your victims
with lengthening strands
of forgotten love.

Closing my eyes in confusion
and realizing that love
is simply the evolution
of hatred
and the ruptured theory
of those infinite beings.

Take me into your aura
and let my smile rise
through the moonlight

and let the darkness shield
the beauty that awaits me.

Save me
from this life
which can no longer
- embrace me.

quelle triste-mais tres bien...Some much of your stuff is sad,Marie-:(

only recently, really. it's only recently that i've even felt sad.

It's quite powerful stuff-but I can't really ignore what it's describing :hugz:

i can almost be certain that it's not entirely what you may think it's describing, but i appreciate the sentiment either way. :)

thank you for reading. i, as always, appreciate it.

p.s. i'd really like to be able to edit my journal.

Save me
from this life
which can no longer
- embrace me.

see posts like that make a person wonder how fictional all this really IS.
In the heart of an artist-the fiction reflects some reality..

i can understand what you may be thinking, but it's really the rhythym (what the hell, spelling?) in that line that grabbed me. :)

rhythm-old Greek words ftl

i don't understand, ftl?

for the lose-internet slang meaning something is uncool...

did you just say i'm a loser? :mad:

:|

:)

I spelled the word rhythm for you and said basically that old greek words were a drag because they had an elaborate sound system and we couldnt pronounce a lot of that stufff if we had to.
Marie-you've gone much farther in life than I-youre a wonderful person:)