What more could I do? by revelerofgaea, literature
Literature
What more could I do?
What more could I do,
To see her point of view?
Why can't I believe her?
She saw an angel and a demon;
I saw a man and a human.
Why can't I just see her?
She wanted the old way to be redeemed;
I wanted progress to bring peace.
Why can't I just trust her?
She wants to just lay down and then die;
I want to fight for my right to life.
Why can't I fight for her?
She still speaks sweetly inside my head,
But no, I won't be her friend.
What more can I give her?
She does not understand, what it is that she demands.
My hear does not rise or fall by my own command.
What can I promise her?
So it's over, all's said and done.
I've been
Read these words off of this page knowing
that the only chorus exists in the heart
where sing-along's are felt truly singing,
sung of a song with a purity of meaning
sent there to light up the dark -
so no matter what light-hearted rhythm,
or easy phrase, or simplistic vision
may unfold to any impact or avail,
know that only beauty enters the heart
by penetrating our minds. All else, depart.
Beauty everlasting is like an enchanting resonance
which fills a whole room and all its residents.
It's like when a breeze becomes a wind,
when dreams and reality end and begin
and when your breath first voices a sound;
the moment of releas
I woke up because I could no longer stand to sleep,
rolled out on the floor and I began to weep.
I've run myself in circles and done so much wrong,
spun this worthless meaning around into a song.
When I think about it, my heart begins to beat,
it races but doesn't finish, it admits to defeat.
Got all my lights on, 'cuz the daylight's gone,
and the night's long, and I'm lost in the throng.
I got tangled up because the world left me behind,
shifting sands sifting past the barriers of my mind.
When the rock crumbled and I stood upon the sand,
the world bent, my mind stretched, like a rubber band.
When I snapped, the world, it appeare
How To Grieve For The Living by revelerofgaea, literature
Literature
How To Grieve For The Living
It was with one final plea for your sweet sustenance that I resigned myself to fall away. With all those bonds broken, I felt as if I had been released from gravity. A great weight was released, though it was still a phantom on my back. I was free to fly, to float, to reside within the free-fall that came after the heartbreak. I had never forgotten the will to forge ahead into a new life. Now that I've run far enough away, though, removed from the temptation of returning to you by such a distance as a cataclysmic rift carved into my reality, I find myself looking back on you. I am amazed by the things which I cannot say that I miss, whether w
Two Pieces on Writer's Block by revelerofgaea, literature
Literature
Two Pieces on Writer's Block
DESPERATE FOR THE SOUND TO COME
my hands are too weak to play on for long,
strangling the desperation from these notes,
all unintelligible sounds of an endless song,
that god himself denies he ever wrote.
the flash of a moment passing in eternity,
the perfect pitch wavering above my amazement,
my greatest hopes sometimes get the best of me,
reconstructing the images you've never meant.
monuments and precious relics that stand on forever,
memories are made of time and so are timeless.
the futility makes me feel so like a blasphemer,
basking in glory with an ignorance that's bliss.
I'm carving lightning from oaths and timbers,
rec
zen flow, ebb. currents ride under my footing.
i grasp the world i know in order not to fall,
but i let it go, because it's what i need to do.
my body has entrapped my soul and is carrying it
to a destination. my mind is stretched and taught
with wicked realities. bend my body, my soul breaks.
trip anesthesia and blow me away with the tide.
i don't want to remember. what with the way things are,
unsure. wicked. uncertainly, quite bad. my fingertips,
they glow. i touch my bare chest and it recedes.
i have just realized that i am still breathing - so,
i must be somewhere. am i hiding? there's nothing here,
just me. i have found myse
So, I'm writing a book, or a book series, named Sunder. I won't get into the details of it, since there are truly no refined details, only vague ideas melted into a kick-ass sounding story. But, I'm gonna post up some of my thoughts along the way, some of the cool ones I'll keep to myself just to make sure they stay mine :P this one though, I like a lot, and I'm sharing just to hear what people may have to say. It's just in thought-format for now, but it came to me EXTREMELY FAST so I wrote it down. It seems very original to me, and it sort of speaks to my way of thinking about the universe as well. I definitely express myself through everyth
What more could I do? by revelerofgaea, literature
Literature
What more could I do?
What more could I do,
To see her point of view?
Why can't I believe her?
She saw an angel and a demon;
I saw a man and a human.
Why can't I just see her?
She wanted the old way to be redeemed;
I wanted progress to bring peace.
Why can't I just trust her?
She wants to just lay down and then die;
I want to fight for my right to life.
Why can't I fight for her?
She still speaks sweetly inside my head,
But no, I won't be her friend.
What more can I give her?
She does not understand, what it is that she demands.
My hear does not rise or fall by my own command.
What can I promise her?
So it's over, all's said and done.
I've been
Read these words off of this page knowing
that the only chorus exists in the heart
where sing-along's are felt truly singing,
sung of a song with a purity of meaning
sent there to light up the dark -
so no matter what light-hearted rhythm,
or easy phrase, or simplistic vision
may unfold to any impact or avail,
know that only beauty enters the heart
by penetrating our minds. All else, depart.
Beauty everlasting is like an enchanting resonance
which fills a whole room and all its residents.
It's like when a breeze becomes a wind,
when dreams and reality end and begin
and when your breath first voices a sound;
the moment of releas
I woke up because I could no longer stand to sleep,
rolled out on the floor and I began to weep.
I've run myself in circles and done so much wrong,
spun this worthless meaning around into a song.
When I think about it, my heart begins to beat,
it races but doesn't finish, it admits to defeat.
Got all my lights on, 'cuz the daylight's gone,
and the night's long, and I'm lost in the throng.
I got tangled up because the world left me behind,
shifting sands sifting past the barriers of my mind.
When the rock crumbled and I stood upon the sand,
the world bent, my mind stretched, like a rubber band.
When I snapped, the world, it appeare
How To Grieve For The Living by revelerofgaea, literature
Literature
How To Grieve For The Living
It was with one final plea for your sweet sustenance that I resigned myself to fall away. With all those bonds broken, I felt as if I had been released from gravity. A great weight was released, though it was still a phantom on my back. I was free to fly, to float, to reside within the free-fall that came after the heartbreak. I had never forgotten the will to forge ahead into a new life. Now that I've run far enough away, though, removed from the temptation of returning to you by such a distance as a cataclysmic rift carved into my reality, I find myself looking back on you. I am amazed by the things which I cannot say that I miss, whether w
Two Pieces on Writer's Block by revelerofgaea, literature
Literature
Two Pieces on Writer's Block
DESPERATE FOR THE SOUND TO COME
my hands are too weak to play on for long,
strangling the desperation from these notes,
all unintelligible sounds of an endless song,
that god himself denies he ever wrote.
the flash of a moment passing in eternity,
the perfect pitch wavering above my amazement,
my greatest hopes sometimes get the best of me,
reconstructing the images you've never meant.
monuments and precious relics that stand on forever,
memories are made of time and so are timeless.
the futility makes me feel so like a blasphemer,
basking in glory with an ignorance that's bliss.
I'm carving lightning from oaths and timbers,
rec
zen flow, ebb. currents ride under my footing.
i grasp the world i know in order not to fall,
but i let it go, because it's what i need to do.
my body has entrapped my soul and is carrying it
to a destination. my mind is stretched and taught
with wicked realities. bend my body, my soul breaks.
trip anesthesia and blow me away with the tide.
i don't want to remember. what with the way things are,
unsure. wicked. uncertainly, quite bad. my fingertips,
they glow. i touch my bare chest and it recedes.
i have just realized that i am still breathing - so,
i must be somewhere. am i hiding? there's nothing here,
just me. i have found myse
So, I'm writing a book, or a book series, named Sunder. I won't get into the details of it, since there are truly no refined details, only vague ideas melted into a kick-ass sounding story. But, I'm gonna post up some of my thoughts along the way, some of the cool ones I'll keep to myself just to make sure they stay mine :P this one though, I like a lot, and I'm sharing just to hear what people may have to say. It's just in thought-format for now, but it came to me EXTREMELY FAST so I wrote it down. It seems very original to me, and it sort of speaks to my way of thinking about the universe as well. I definitely express myself through everyth
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