| This was an entry I wrote before when I still had a blog. |
[23 Sep 2005|09:27pm] |
Specks of Passion
When you shout at me I hear a buzzing sort of noise, not the ones I hear during my sleep but somewhat the same sort of nothingness, the type I ignore most of the time and yet it's still there, waiting for me, swallowing the same oxygen from a pretentious room full of stuffed toys. They provide me emotionless guilt, and it drenches my shoulders like a eagle perched on a sickly branch, so please tell me why I follow all the time even if I curse you in my thoughts. These things I etch in my brain like a mourning rune, equipping me with an enchanted weapon that burns to the touch. Yes to the one who rubs my back afterwards, telling me that I know it's just him, so I don't need to feel hurt at all, no, because pain is an essay. I write to this day, closing my ears with muddy barriers of excuses. It's much better moving on than succumbing to the wish of my hidden wisdom. I create no words for my inability to be sensible.
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| Gay poems that are vaguely gay |
[23 Sep 2005|09:37pm] |
No Return
He released a feather from his heart
And brushed it on those who can feel
It was warm, gliding, I point a wonder
There was a risk; yes, there was terrible pain.
From unleashing it to others nameless
T’was eager, albeit shameless.
People saw it, laughed, scorned
It was a sacrifice, one-sided.
Nothing gained nor returned nor lips
To touch, to pour wine upon.
Man did nothing but to pretend.
He gave everything, why a bitter end?
He sought but fell, scarred a knee
Flesh remained, but thoughts anew
Demons’ teeth impaled his head.
Feather gone; nothing soft to strike.
Unquenched love had brought his fall.
Nobody wept, though his gravestone tall.
Double Taboo
A stolen kiss, a tug of the heart,
A longing pure and true from the start.
I was mortal, yet he was up above;
Only a young man confessing his love.
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[23 Sep 2005|09:45pm] |
Siris Shame
Late at night she would go out to enjoy herself
Exchanged kisses that tasted fruitless, while
Wondering why she was there and why she did it.
But she shrugged it off anyway
'Til she kept falling into the abyss.
She held hands with those whose palms were cold
Awoke at cradles she had never felt before, and
Told herself that she enjoyed every single minute of it.
Yet she still wept bitterly everyday
'Til everything slowly went amiss.
A time came when she felt sharp pain in her belly
And fell sideways to the cold ground
Crying and sobbing, knowing that must be it.
Still she knew there was no other way
Thus shame grew in the heart of Siris.
- I saw this car with the words “Siris Shame” written on the glass while I was going home from school. (Btw, Siris is pronounced as “Say-ris” literally). I wondered what it meant, but it kinda gave me an idea. As soon as I went home I began typing this. It’s not that hard to understand, I’m sure. This is dedicated to an old friend whom I dearly miss…I know she’s having more than HUGE problems right now and even if she will never get to read this, I hope that she still feels me. I wish you’ll be happy the rest of your life.
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