Autobiography of a placeholder by dispare-embodied, literature
Literature
Autobiography of a placeholder
To live is to hide,
To love is to die inside,
But this concious entity
Would gladly sacrifice every day
For the sweet embrace of this expiration.
This sacrifice without return,
However,
The vain forfeight
Of everlasting serenity,
Makes a would-be Martyr
Nothing more
Than the progeny of an idol mind.
There I lay,
Cradled by the all-consuming
Velvet-Black of The Night.
Probing the Recesses of this
Vast, claustrophobic state;
Mapping out the Endless Dark
In search of the craving, I,
Of God.
Because you know
Your all alone
Whern even your Shaddow
Abbandons you.
Abstraction is the only truth.
Anti-Capitalist Rant. by dispare-embodied, literature
Literature
Anti-Capitalist Rant.
Personally, I would much rather live under a communist economy as opposed to a capitalist one. I have many reasons for this, but mainly the fact that a society revolving around the philosophies of Karl Marx gives truely equal opportunities and lives for all citizens, while a capitalist-based economy only claims to do so.
A society truely based around capitalism will tend to project unequaled apathy at those less fortunate who do not prove themselves useful; for instance, how many times have you seen one of the homeless begging on the streets, and those who could help with very little personal burdons turn their heads in disgust? Or how many
You don't have any idea how long ive been waiting to hear you say that..
More than two years I assure you.
My entire life, Ive been searching for something as captivating,
As intruiging;
And most of all, something as perfect in every way as you.
All my life i knew it was something i could never have
And now that I know I will,
The yearning to feel the evanescent caress,
yearning for the sweet touch of a woman such as yourself;
your lips upon mine,
your hands upon mine;
that I've only dreamed of.
You
Why did it have to end this way?
This very way
This very day
When all I wanted was to hear you say
"I love you"
It didn't have to be this way
We could have been there till the very last day
But you refused to stay
And I never even got the chance to hear you say
"I love you"
The time had come for you to choose
Choose right or me you'd loose
You chose your path, walked it till the end
But you never even had the heart to send
a little "Goodbye"
You left without a goodbye
You wouldn't even tell me why
You never even cared to try
Wouldn't
Couldn't
Shouldn't
Love like I did
We were perfect, meant to be
But I just couldn
Borrowed Time
My skin is crawling,
the pain is real,
i can't stop thinking,
what's the deal?
Teardrops fall;
of bloody dismay,
the angels are crying,
who took my love away?
my whole life;
borrowed time,
my life was taken,
nothing left,
nothing to shine.
nothing left to give,
no energy to live,
my dream is gone,
now I'm left alone,
the only one.
i see the truth now,
gone with my dream,
not meant for this world,
or so it would seem.
her life was taken,
her soul forsaken,
now she's gone,
It's all borrowed time,
O god help me,
Goodbye.
Fear
I've lost you,
Only one I hold dear,
All I wanted was to hold you here,
But now the end is growing near,
I'll loose you forever,
My one fear.
You left me,
I die alone,
Caused a pain,
One I had never known,
Now I lie,
Shaken to the bone,
Praying only that you come home.
Don't know if I can go on,
New pain,
Taking dawn,
You were mine,
Now you've gone.
All the memories,
Racing through my head,
And none of the pain can I shed,
Not after all the lies you fed,
I've got to escape,
Be free of this hell into which you led.
How can I escape this hell I feel,
You tore wounds that I cannot heal,
Left me alone,
Stuck in my
What is this i feel?
So very wrong?
Why do I feel this way?
Why?
You've left,
So very wrong.
I felt you once,
So very wrong.
You have me,
So very wrong.
Alle warten auf das Licht,
So very wrong.
My hands are letting go,
Something so very wrong.
Physical beauty is an instinctual urge,
driving one to procreate,
nothing more.
True beauty is not allowing anything to dictate who you really are,
while also not falling into "non-conformity".
Even those who claim "non-conformity" are conforming not to conform,
its futile,
ofcourse what part of human existance isnt?
True beauty is not allowing yourself to fall into a stereotype,
while also not falling into extremes,
into isolation from the masses,
into cold intellectualism.
True beauty is a compelling force,
aspiring higher than any of us dare to dream.
True beauty is a sense of individualism,
one without self doubt.
You whispered my name.
It still lingers here.
Ringing.
Ringing.
Ringing.
My ears are filled with this horrible sound.
Like the sound ing of the Seventh Trumpet.
Is this for You'r ears or mine?
It still lingers here.
Ringing.
Ringing.
Ringing in my ears.
I still feel your lips apon mine.
Like a thousand needles under my skin.
You'r voice still lingers here.
Like the sounding of the Seventh Trumpet.
Ringing.
Ringing.
Ringing.
I slit these wrists.
And i spread these wings of steel.
And after all this.
You'r voice still lingers here.
Like the sounding of the Seventh Trumpet
Whisper on My Lips by dispare-embodied, literature
Literature
Whisper on My Lips
You're gone.
You've left again,
ran far, far away.
But you're still here.
Still a whisper on my lips.
Like the chorus of a thousand angels.
Yet at the same time,
like the voice of a thousand demons,
screaming in my ear.
You've gone,
far, far away.
Never to return,
never to leave my side.
I can taste you on my fingertips.
I can feel you'r fingers running through my hair.
I can feel you'r body carressing mine.
But worst if all,
I can feel you in my arms.
Like a lifless body,
laying limp,
no desire,
a lifeless shell,
gone to waste.
I can feel you're lips upon mine,
feel your hands upon mine,
still a whisper on my lips,
He's out there. Standing alone in the darkness. Watching her.
But she doesn't know he's there, she's too busy admiring her beautiful self. Flawless skin, slender body, silky hair; everything a young woman could ever ask for in appearance. Yes, she is definitely desirable, and everyone loves her.
But not as much as him.
He clenches his hand into a fist. Anger and rage fill him. How can she not see him? How can she not return the love? He's done everything in his power to make her happy. Putting her dog out of its misery and strangling the asses who vandalized her school's flag pole are only a few of the things he's done. So many others, all
Struggling
keeping up appearances
and living up to expectations
set at a time when I wasn't who I am now.
I wonder
should I keep going?
Or should I reveal myself
as the shadow of what I pretend to be.
Tired of being the one
who's always happy,
always there to talk to,
but never being the one who needs help.
I think
should I just stop?
Thereby exposing myself
as the confused soul I know myself to be?
Maybe I deserve it.....
it's just accumulated karma
after years of pretending to be what I'm not.
Unjust irony,
unable to escape myself
and become unknown.
Current Residence: Hell Favourite genre of music: Industrial Metal Favourite style of art: Vector art, 3D art, almost anything digital. Operating System: Gentoo Linux, Mandrake Linux 10.1 Beta and Windows XP Home MP3 player of choice: The one inside my head. O.o Shell of choice: Does a Bash Shell count? Wallpaper of choice: Cinderblocks Personal Quote: "If I had a third middle finger, you'd see it too."
Favourite Movies
A Clockwork Orange, The Crow, and almost anything by King.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Rammstein, FF, Ministry, almost anything heavy and abrasive.
Favourite Writers
Dante, Poe, Orwell, De Sade, King; really anything dark.
Favourite Games
Diablo II, Warcraft III, Halo, CS, Half-Life (and its sequil), and Vampire: Bloodlines.
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For the first time in months, my luck has changed. I've won a nice little subscription to DA..all the little things that come with it are well worth the money..so I recommend paying for it too anyone whom isn't too broke/poor/cheap to afford it like me.
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