You think because I know how to be alone
That I choose to stay that way forever
You think I sleep to ignore the hunger
That I am just pretending to be dead
You think because I got used to pain
That you can cut me from inside my mouth
You think all this and I stay silent
That is the secret, the sickness, the sin
There is a time to say "Enough"
And not keep striving all in vain
Tis wisdom, when the seas are rough,
To sail home and start again
There is a time to say "Goodbye"
To part in friendship, and with love
The wise do not despair and die
They seek out olive trees, my dove
She has gone beyond the forest where the wild things are
I linger here, besieged by trees, at night without a star
No trail of breadcrumbs left to help me find the path she took
Winter came without a word, and closed the storybook
Empty as the belly of the wolf in granny's bed
Cold asleep, I wake to weep, remembering she is dead
I'd crawl inside him willingly if I could find her there
Such big teeth, and yet this grief is more than I can bear
my heart is honeydew and flesh no more
my lover found its pieces on the bloodstained floor
she stitched it back together and I gave it her for free
she put it in her pocket and flew across the sea
my lover is a library of ancient books
a saint who tortures poets with her tender looks
we dream of sister cities though we sleep so far apart
and safe beneath her pillow beats my honey-melon heart
my tongue is not a bird that charms and sings
my eyes are blind to what the fickle future brings
but like magnetic moons shall turn the spring and summer tide
surely I'll return, my love, forever to your side
Black as the liquid night,
Pitiless and star-deprived,
Dripping down that winter sky
As if to swallow him,
Silhouette and all.
The only light left glistens in his hair,
While night slips
Oil-slick, treacle-thick
Languorously and lovingly
Round the neck of this statue of a man...
Now his eyes are vanishing.
His lips twitch.
His finger on the trigger starts to itch.
O Fortune let me be the firebrand
All blue and red, with blood upon my hair
My legacy is the earth on which I stand
A battle-cry will be my morning prayer
O God don’t bend me to another’s hand
The virgin saint, with snow upon her hair
Is dying for a dream of some promised land
As men paint pretty pictures of despair
I have a love
More lovely than I've ever known
And I will die
Before he'll ever be mine own
But he is kind
And kindness seems more rare to me
My loving heart
He handles it so carefully!
O lark above my willow tree
Is suffering unknown to thee?
You sing a song of foreign shores
You beat upon these iron doors
I cannot help but smile, you know
The winter siege was cruel, but lo!
With candle held aloft you came
To warm the cheek of your old flame
Peeling back the years, and one
My tangled thoughts are all undone
Turning o'er the page, and two
The eggshell cracks: cuckoo! cuckoo!
Counting down the days, and three
I cannot help but smile, you see
O lark above my willow tree
How suffering has hounded me
I'll open wide these iron doors
And sing of far-flung foreign shores
My blood is a kaleidoscope
It bruises yellow, blue and green
I can be any colour of the spectrum
All the spices of an Indian bazaar
When light shines, I become a prism
For you to peer through, paint new
Rewrite my veins in henna
Twist your story round these hands
I can be the memory of who you were
In the far-off, fractured Indian bazaar
When light fades, we are dyed crimson
Our blood, our air, our hennaed hands
Passion flowers all in bloom
In two weeks the kaleidoscope will turn
And I'll have washed your bruise away
There is a time to say "Enough"
And not keep striving all in vain
Tis wisdom, when the seas are rough,
To sail home and start again
There is a time to say "Goodbye"
To part in friendship, and with love
The wise do not despair and die
They seek out olive trees, my dove
She has gone beyond the forest where the wild things are
I linger here, besieged by trees, at night without a star
No trail of breadcrumbs left to help me find the path she took
Winter came without a word, and closed the storybook
Empty as the belly of the wolf in granny's bed
Cold asleep, I wake to weep, remembering she is dead
I'd crawl inside him willingly if I could find her there
Such big teeth, and yet this grief is more than I can bear
my heart is honeydew and flesh no more
my lover found its pieces on the bloodstained floor
she stitched it back together and I gave it her for free
she put it in her pocket and flew across the sea
my lover is a library of ancient books
a saint who tortures poets with her tender looks
we dream of sister cities though we sleep so far apart
and safe beneath her pillow beats my honey-melon heart
my tongue is not a bird that charms and sings
my eyes are blind to what the fickle future brings
but like magnetic moons shall turn the spring and summer tide
surely I'll return, my love, forever to your side
Black as the liquid night,
Pitiless and star-deprived,
Dripping down that winter sky
As if to swallow him,
Silhouette and all.
The only light left glistens in his hair,
While night slips
Oil-slick, treacle-thick
Languorously and lovingly
Round the neck of this statue of a man...
Now his eyes are vanishing.
His lips twitch.
His finger on the trigger starts to itch.
O Fortune let me be the firebrand
All blue and red, with blood upon my hair
My legacy is the earth on which I stand
A battle-cry will be my morning prayer
O God don’t bend me to another’s hand
The virgin saint, with snow upon her hair
Is dying for a dream of some promised land
As men paint pretty pictures of despair
O lark above my willow tree
Is suffering unknown to thee?
You sing a song of foreign shores
You beat upon these iron doors
I cannot help but smile, you know
The winter siege was cruel, but lo!
With candle held aloft you came
To warm the cheek of your old flame
Peeling back the years, and one
My tangled thoughts are all undone
Turning o'er the page, and two
The eggshell cracks: cuckoo! cuckoo!
Counting down the days, and three
I cannot help but smile, you see
O lark above my willow tree
How suffering has hounded me
I'll open wide these iron doors
And sing of far-flung foreign shores
My blood is a kaleidoscope
It bruises yellow, blue and green
I can be any colour of the spectrum
All the spices of an Indian bazaar
When light shines, I become a prism
For you to peer through, paint new
Rewrite my veins in henna
Twist your story round these hands
I can be the memory of who you were
In the far-off, fractured Indian bazaar
When light fades, we are dyed crimson
Our blood, our air, our hennaed hands
Passion flowers all in bloom
In two weeks the kaleidoscope will turn
And I'll have washed your bruise away
He is the sum of all the summers of this world
He is the moon in all its phases, the push and pull
He lives embedded in my brain stem, tightly curled
He floods my dreams like water till I'm full
He is the thread not yet unraveled by the hands of time
He is the one who waits, still overlooking my abyss
Forever young and lovely as the moment he was mine
His red mouth is a wound that I'll never kiss
Little bear in the northern sky
Wish I could be like you and hibernate
Under the covers it's warm and dry
In the cold air I might just suffocate
Why watch disconsolate days drag by
When nights without rest or relief await?
Coffined beneath the snow I'd lie
And unfading dreams of spring create
There is a rose which bears my name
And it is called ‘Perpetual’
Queen of Summer, never mind the rain
Fragrant, thornless, dark and beautiful
Each year it blooms, time and time again
My rose is called ‘Perpetual’
Alas that Sophie cannot be the same
I realised how long it's been since I made a journal entry. There's just nothing really to talk about. Life goes on as per usual. I post whenever I can gather enough energy to turn my inspiration into a sudden burst of creativity that makes enough sense to be written down...
I'm doing fine. I hope everyone can be so lucky :heart:
Yay, I am finally on Super-Llama status! Look at him standing there with his cape, isn't he just awesome??!! Thank you to everybody who gave me one, I really appreciate it! I think I owe it to those I have stalked relentlessly on this site to give them one. ^^;
And because I believe in spreading the love and helping each other out, I promise you this:
You give me :llama: I give you :llama:
We have a deal?
:D :heart:
Dear JiaLi/Saffy/that person,
I _______ you.
You have a nice _______.
You make me _______.
You should _______.
Someday I will _______.
You + me = _______.
If I saw you now I'd ______.
I want to _______you.
I would build a _______ just for you.
If I could sing you any song it would be _______.
We could _______ under the stars.
From,
__________
(P.S. _______________.)
Oh and I am _____ (going/not going) to post this under my notes/journal and see what you write about me.