Conversation With Myself by ForeverEndsNever, literature
Literature
Conversation With Myself
"My mind is all full of things..."
is exactly what he said,
before I took that revolver and aimed it directly at his head;
and he asked, "you think you're fooling me, I live among the dead!"
and with a swift trigger finger his skull was full of lead.
Its easy to fall when you stand on sand,
all you need is a little water to make what's stable falter.
Balance shifts and as one end lifts,
the other falls.
But love and dreams can make it seem,
no different at all.
A tip of the scale to no avail,
mask of cloth hides the sight that might...
dropping rose pedals on the ground,
you follow behind and found,
the wilted memories and withered dreams,
of what could have been and what have should've been seen,
the past lingers yes but we try our best,
to add a new chapter to the book and not let the lessons,
they took to the grave die with them,
for we will be the ones to blame for the loss of love in this life,
why cause a burden we can escape?
its not something we cannot overtake,
once and forever, our voices ring true.
knowing it could be me, or you,
who brings our generation through....
DONT GIVE IN
think about it,
the action doesn't represent the word,
or the feeling,
or the reeling you can feel from the feeling.
the thought without action,
regrets as same as all the rest,
live by it and learn through it.
the love of life is yet to take you,
upon its wing,
so fly and never look down,
the frown from yesteryear fades fast,
smiles last all the while we soar,
happy our tears rain down as respect,
for us and the ones who could not,
lift there heavy heads,
of forlorn hope.
Forever and Yesterday by ForeverEndsNever, literature
Literature
Forever and Yesterday
I don't stress the limitation of my imagination,
just the fine lines between real and imitation,
between feel and fabrication,
between whats there and hallucination.
And hallucinating I may be
but at least I"m free and I can see what makes me,
the one who cuts the chain,
no memory left in the main frame just pain,
no need for a name,
take your identity and spin into a new fiend for me,
so clean yet filthy,
making my negative wealthy,
but no one will help me so help myself I shall,
and no shallow cuts this time my rhyme pierces bone,
cut by the drone of yesteryear's past times flown by,
and you could never answer why the one t
let me open these flood gates
and wash away the hate
and the stagnant water
lingering in my life streams.
Trickle down to the pools
of my broken dreams,
It all seems to be fool fodder
for the ones who harbor
my guns for war
I tore from this panoramic,
bit by bit shreds of panic,
nothing seem to calm the flames
that framed the picture of my psyche
Twiddling with the frayed ends of my sanity,
can it be? are the strings unraveling?
Staggering, who's the one to blame?
Is it me? might as well because we're all insane...
Stumble through the urgent burden,
Stutter through the questions,
Hold back your tears, for fear of the lesson
Taking hold of your eyes, too late for goodbyes,
Too late for goodnight kisses or any last minute wishes.
Step back and smile,
It's been a while since you've become adept to the lack of slack,
You can only bend a little and better not crack,
I could lend a helping hand but I'm brittle in this weather,
So I'll watch you stress and strain till your back and brain break.
Time to wake up get dressed,
Don't bother with a shower it'll take an hour
We've got to go.
Day is getting hot,
So slow but wont stay that way you know.
Once you're through hanging on, you're saved,
Said the voice in the darkness,
And I was through,
Through with the false hope,
The salvation was not mine.
But who was I?
To let go after all this?
The pain?
The regret?
Who am I really?
So really?
God damn...
I've lost myself,
In the depths of my mind,
I've lost my rhythm,
I've lost my rhyme...
There once was a boy name Jacob,
In his head there was a new world,
Made up it may have been,
But in his world of pretend,
He lived happily,
Though no one may have believed,
The stories he perceived,
Through his tainted eyes,
Poisoned from pain,
Trapped in a prison of dismay.
But
Tell me,
Make it clear,
Your perspective,
Is it unreal?
Watch me,
One more,
It wont hurt.
One more,
One more...
a dozen chances taken,
and its taken its toll...
My whole is filled,
Multi-colored trills,
Taking over me,
Blindly smiling,
At that I can no longer see...
Sensations unnatural,
I scream at the temptation,
giving in to fulfill my fear,
Overdosing just for the pain...
One more,
One more,
Untill i can take,
No more...
Psychosis dreams,
questioning beyond my means,
Desire for pain not death,
Still wondering on my last breath,
with tears in my eyes,
Why..........?
Conversation With Myself by ForeverEndsNever, literature
Literature
Conversation With Myself
"My mind is all full of things..."
is exactly what he said,
before I took that revolver and aimed it directly at his head;
and he asked, "you think you're fooling me, I live among the dead!"
and with a swift trigger finger his skull was full of lead.
Its easy to fall when you stand on sand,
all you need is a little water to make what's stable falter.
Balance shifts and as one end lifts,
the other falls.
But love and dreams can make it seem,
no different at all.
A tip of the scale to no avail,
mask of cloth hides the sight that might...
dropping rose pedals on the ground,
you follow behind and found,
the wilted memories and withered dreams,
of what could have been and what have should've been seen,
the past lingers yes but we try our best,
to add a new chapter to the book and not let the lessons,
they took to the grave die with them,
for we will be the ones to blame for the loss of love in this life,
why cause a burden we can escape?
its not something we cannot overtake,
once and forever, our voices ring true.
knowing it could be me, or you,
who brings our generation through....
DONT GIVE IN
think about it,
the action doesn't represent the word,
or the feeling,
or the reeling you can feel from the feeling.
the thought without action,
regrets as same as all the rest,
live by it and learn through it.
the love of life is yet to take you,
upon its wing,
so fly and never look down,
the frown from yesteryear fades fast,
smiles last all the while we soar,
happy our tears rain down as respect,
for us and the ones who could not,
lift there heavy heads,
of forlorn hope.
Forever and Yesterday by ForeverEndsNever, literature
Literature
Forever and Yesterday
I don't stress the limitation of my imagination,
just the fine lines between real and imitation,
between feel and fabrication,
between whats there and hallucination.
And hallucinating I may be
but at least I"m free and I can see what makes me,
the one who cuts the chain,
no memory left in the main frame just pain,
no need for a name,
take your identity and spin into a new fiend for me,
so clean yet filthy,
making my negative wealthy,
but no one will help me so help myself I shall,
and no shallow cuts this time my rhyme pierces bone,
cut by the drone of yesteryear's past times flown by,
and you could never answer why the one t
let me open these flood gates
and wash away the hate
and the stagnant water
lingering in my life streams.
Trickle down to the pools
of my broken dreams,
It all seems to be fool fodder
for the ones who harbor
my guns for war
I tore from this panoramic,
bit by bit shreds of panic,
nothing seem to calm the flames
that framed the picture of my psyche
Twiddling with the frayed ends of my sanity,
can it be? are the strings unraveling?
Staggering, who's the one to blame?
Is it me? might as well because we're all insane...
Stumble through the urgent burden,
Stutter through the questions,
Hold back your tears, for fear of the lesson
Taking hold of your eyes, too late for goodbyes,
Too late for goodnight kisses or any last minute wishes.
Step back and smile,
It's been a while since you've become adept to the lack of slack,
You can only bend a little and better not crack,
I could lend a helping hand but I'm brittle in this weather,
So I'll watch you stress and strain till your back and brain break.
Time to wake up get dressed,
Don't bother with a shower it'll take an hour
We've got to go.
Day is getting hot,
So slow but wont stay that way you know.
Once you're through hanging on, you're saved,
Said the voice in the darkness,
And I was through,
Through with the false hope,
The salvation was not mine.
But who was I?
To let go after all this?
The pain?
The regret?
Who am I really?
So really?
God damn...
I've lost myself,
In the depths of my mind,
I've lost my rhythm,
I've lost my rhyme...
There once was a boy name Jacob,
In his head there was a new world,
Made up it may have been,
But in his world of pretend,
He lived happily,
Though no one may have believed,
The stories he perceived,
Through his tainted eyes,
Poisoned from pain,
Trapped in a prison of dismay.
But
Tell me,
Make it clear,
Your perspective,
Is it unreal?
Watch me,
One more,
It wont hurt.
One more,
One more...
a dozen chances taken,
and its taken its toll...
My whole is filled,
Multi-colored trills,
Taking over me,
Blindly smiling,
At that I can no longer see...
Sensations unnatural,
I scream at the temptation,
giving in to fulfill my fear,
Overdosing just for the pain...
One more,
One more,
Untill i can take,
No more...
Psychosis dreams,
questioning beyond my means,
Desire for pain not death,
Still wondering on my last breath,
with tears in my eyes,
Why..........?
If only sleep would come,
Quickly as the heart beats,
Slowly as the words drip,
From a poison tongue, so pure...
Acid lies burn holes,
Straight through the heart,
Bearing nothing more,
Than a broken soul,
To witness an end to begin with...
Lash out at the air,
Hoping to strike feelings,
Ones the were once there,
Once, but forgotten,
Lingering no more...
Deceit in the eyes of the honest,
Sadness in the word of the wicked,
To be lost in a sea of lies,
Is to float among the dead...
The pasts haunting cry,
Tugging on the sleeve of an innocent,
Addicting pain is all it is,
"O' white rabbit, why must the sand in the hourglass f
What Does Forever mean? Never Ending... Therefore, Forever Ends Never...
Current Residence: A basement Favourite genre of music: Progressive Metal Favourite photographer: karil Favourite style of art: Sonnet poems Personal Quote: "You live to love, and to love is to die in eternal bliss..."
Okay so Ive had a deviant art account for how long now?
Almost 3 years thanks to Lolo hehe.
and i don't think Ive ever had a serious journal entry.
My life doesn't really let me talk seriously without being depressed,
but tonight (or this morning is you may) is different.
I feel alright.
So lets get this underway.
You have been seeing a lack of new writes from me cause Ive lost my muse.
I get the urge to write, but once i get to paper it fades faster than it came.
I also have been feeling like im losing touch with a lot of people.
mostly its my fault, me being paranoid and/or anxious, making things awkward and inevitably uncomfortab