| Friday, April 16, 2010
the confusion has set in once again,
this time not willing to be palmed off on paltry reasons.
yet the mind cannot understand,
but even so,
the fingers continue typing,
in a beautiful dance,
clickety-clack,
rhythms flowing gracefully,
winding themselves around the very soul,
for,
music,
words,
dark,
wind,
purple,
alone,
what more could you wish for?
the purple piggy oinked 11:14 AM
| Tuesday, April 6, 2010
so perhaps that happy future will never come.
there really isn't much that you can do about that, is there?
so dance to the soft strains of music,
waltzing slowly away from this life,
into the void.
the purple piggy oinked 7:29 AM
| Monday, April 5, 2010
may the sharks tear you from limb to limb,
to rid the world of vermin,
you filthy black sheep,
you childish annoying chit.
the purple piggy oinked 9:41 AM
|
the glass walls are cracking
spreading too fast for the inadequate patches to save
the world will crumble down
and perhaps a choice shard will pierce
and blissful darkness
forevermore.
the purple piggy oinked 4:10 AM
| Sunday, April 4, 2010
death will come.
you will die.
die you will.
will you die?
the purple piggy oinked 7:24 AM
| Saturday, April 3, 2010
quick dear,
leave for the safety of death,
for only ghosts are free to do what they want,
flitting merrily and carefree,
when they want to,
wherever they want to go,
uncontrolled by man nor nature,
finally out of that cage of wire mesh,
where repeated pounding only serves to break your spirit.
so perhaps a leap would save you,
and all will be well.
so do it,
make the leap of faith,
down below,
where your brains shall be dashed out for all to see,
and perhaps only then would they see,
the little doll crying out for help,
for all they had given her,
was trampling on her hopes,
brushing away her pleas for help,
forcing her to hide behind the mask,
of oh! nothing's wrong :)
nothing, nothing could ever be further from the truth.
yet no one would ever notice.
so go now, my dear,
die.
the purple piggy oinked 9:14 PM
| Friday, April 2, 2010
flow flow
dear river of creativity
rush rush
down the winding slopes
over hills and through valleys
through blizzards and escape fires
when the bottom rises
climb it
when the bottom falls
you are a waterfall
onwards it is
and will always be
onwards you go
and hope that nothing will change
although
slowly but surely
erosion is stopping
you are not widening
and it seems
that deposition, perhaps
has come.
whatever will you do
for tis a confusing state
and yet no help will be given
dear me
whatever will you do.
the purple piggy oinked 10:33 PM
|
words are meant to be used in ways other than that, my dear.
the purple piggy oinked 9:44 AM
|
music,
to lift your spirits.
and then you stare at the retreating shadows,
for ever it will be,
nevermore.
the purple piggy oinked 9:19 AM
|
i forgot what to say
but words are mere vessels
that bring joy anger sorrow fear
the purple piggy oinked 7:38 AM
