When I see in your face the smile that gives me strength,
I feel like I can reach the most remote Star in the sky above.
When I'm able to hear the sweet melody of your voice,
Feelings of happiness fill my heart and soul.
Why do I have to dream when I can have you?
Why do I cry when I can laugh?
Why do I have to fall when I can fly?
Why do I die when I can shine?
The Moon is always my witness,
When your beauty softens my heavy soul.
And when I feel like I'm falling into darkness,
You are the light at the end of the tunnel.
There is no Heaven when I miss you,
There is no Hell when I can rest in your arms.
There is no pain when I can kiss you
Dust on the Lens by AfterTheNonSequitur, literature
Literature
Dust on the Lens
i.
He took photographs
as if he were loving
with a broken heart—
Slowly,
cautiously,
Careful set up—
The lighting soft
To smooth the harsh shadows
The colors just right
Sighing against the eye
The model all wrong,
Yet interminably perfect.
ii.
He took photographs
as if he were taking a life
Or in the way you fall asleep
or fall in love—
“Slowly, then all at once.”
iii.
When he took my photograph,
he also took my breath
and the beat my heart skipped.
I never said no, but I never said yes. His lips drew my heartbeats into palpitations. A sharp tongue brushed over my chest like a paintbrush. His brushstrokes left my skin coated in a cold red as though his tongue had drawn blood. I had mistaken manipulation for lust and I had mistaken lust for love. Where does the mind go when the heart is breaking? Emptiness used to walk the halls beneath my ribs, but this is a whole new kind of void. I don't want to lose myself under the weight of his hands any longer. For when I breathe, I want every inhalation to be my own. I want to bathe beneath silent waters and find a sense of calm as the ocean wave
I would like to start off by saying that my only hostility in this matter is toward conforming to intolerance and choosing hate out of fear. As well as shear ignorance of the actual truth concerning theological and cultural "ethics." Marriage, BY ITS ORIGINAL DEFINITION, is a bond between a man and a woman. I have absolutely no problem with gays being together, it's really none of my damn business, and it shouldn't be such a big bloody issue to people in the first place.
God isn't going to send people to Hell for loving one another, the Bible explains that CLEARLY. He only hates sin, and in this case it would be sexual immorality, which c
A faith-healer
A sermon
A misunderstanding
A bastard child--no father, no son, no holy spirit
No virgin mother
just passion as a god
lets the writers get it wrong
When I was just a child
About twenty years back
I never would have thought
I would turn out like that
Or indeed like this
If I speak in the present tense
I guess I’m tense in the present
If that makes any sense
When I was at the mercy
Of the medical profession
They told me I was suffering
With clinical depression
And tapestries woven this tight
Into such an infant mind
Would be difficult to unspool
Unthread and leave behind
When I was just a boy
Around ten or so years back
I fell into a deep hole
But it felt more like a trap
I couldn’t get out of there
In fact I’m stuck here still
And all anyone can do
Is to prescribe anot
You hurt me
Harassment, torture
Dirt, am i to you
Even, vengence
Words and plans
Filling my head
No peace, but violence
I must remember
You I am not
No more violence
Hatred nor disdain
Needs an end
Stopping point
Revenge
An endless cycle
No point to the pursuit
Peace is what I yearn for
Just let it go
No longer part of lives
End decently
Revenge is folly
Makes monsters of men
Stay you, human
Not beast
I tell myself these things
I want to still stay myself
Anger fades away
Serenity washes over me
Need for revenge is gone
This feeling I have
Must stay for a straight mind
Just One more
Just a cut.
Just a scratch.
"What's that mark.?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse.
Just another lie.
"What's with all the bracelets.?"
"Just fashion, why.?"
Just a tear.
Just a scream.
"Why were you crying.?"
"Just a bad dream."
-But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie. It's always 'just one more' until you die