Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts
8 October 2008
Do you really see me....or me you?
To go from screaming in pain, tears rushing down your face, your body shaking and rocking uncontrollably to switching it all off in a second. Your face goes hard and cold looking, you dont recognize the death mask but you dont care, the vulnerability is gone. The anger and fear go back to their rightful home in the pit of your dead stomach. You stand up, straight and taller then ever before! You feel the barriers come crashing down around you and you dont care that their struts burst through your skin, drive through every muscle, and lodge in your heart, they keep you 'protected'. Your legs buckle under the pressure but you like the physical pain.It pushes you. To lock your pain away your stomach muscles tighten so much you want to throw up. Your chest rises less and less as if a proper breath would let your heart free. You dont care. To finish off you bring a delicate veil over your body so people see pink around you. Your lips curl into a smile, you even know which muscles to move around your eyes to make them look more alive. Spoken to, you control your voice. You are a deception, a fake, a lier and a damn fine actress. Everyone is deceptive but to watch your skill is frightening... and a lesson.
12 July 2008
Garnet Blood.
Look at Garnet you see the dark, the black cloud that is within everyone...but hold it to the rays of sunlight and see its hidden beauty.
The flashes of crimson read, like pooled blood warmed with passion.
Be warned...look closer and you will see this crystal wishes to teach you.
It brought two hands together and made a heart flutter.
It was as if it was teaching how to let go and love but now it is seen the lesson goes further.
To learn to love someone else again was a bonus but to learn to love oneself was the truth behind the Garnets wink.
Its passion and love caused instinct to wither so fears would be lost, yet it knew the heart would be broken ... it was looking further.
Once broken the heart could heal wounds and mend scars.
It could be rebuilt stronger and with its doors flung open.
Garnet filling the heart with crimson red.
Staring into its core see Garnet has more to teach. Within there it marrys Hatred.
The one force left to be dealt with, dealt with head on!
Garnet draws hatred forward, see its deformed faces.
Yet hatred is a fake. It is made of the dark human emotions humanity denies itself. Anger, fear, sadness, distrust, vulnerability, disappointment, hurt, confusion... each as natural as happiness!
Garnet can show each and each ones weakness.
All lessons in their own right they are not to be feared but read and felt.
Hatred is not real, it is just a term coined to create a bubble around the insecurities of humanity .
The flashes of crimson read, like pooled blood warmed with passion.
Be warned...look closer and you will see this crystal wishes to teach you.
It brought two hands together and made a heart flutter.
It was as if it was teaching how to let go and love but now it is seen the lesson goes further.
To learn to love someone else again was a bonus but to learn to love oneself was the truth behind the Garnets wink.
Its passion and love caused instinct to wither so fears would be lost, yet it knew the heart would be broken ... it was looking further.
Once broken the heart could heal wounds and mend scars.
It could be rebuilt stronger and with its doors flung open.
Garnet filling the heart with crimson red.
Staring into its core see Garnet has more to teach. Within there it marrys Hatred.
The one force left to be dealt with, dealt with head on!
Garnet draws hatred forward, see its deformed faces.
Yet hatred is a fake. It is made of the dark human emotions humanity denies itself. Anger, fear, sadness, distrust, vulnerability, disappointment, hurt, confusion... each as natural as happiness!
Garnet can show each and each ones weakness.
All lessons in their own right they are not to be feared but read and felt.
Hatred is not real, it is just a term coined to create a bubble around the insecurities of humanity .
Bastardos.
Written 26/01/07
Would it be better to be a Skank, a slut, a whore?
Do you respond better to a body thrown at you with dull, glazed eyes and a voice so ecstatic your primitive mind can’t hear the fake tone behind it?
This would suit you better, yes?
A body, mind and soul so separated from each other, so dead to each other, so dead to the earth you do what ever your EGO desires.
No string attached.
You can rip the heart out and stamp on it as much as you wish as it is dead anyway!
Hell no! You choose different. You choose us! You choose the ones hurt from their pasts but you don’t know that we chose to learn from this pain. Yet we can not trust.
The trust must be earned.
Somewhere in your ape mind you know this. You manipulate.
You woo.
Your kind and gentle.
Your different to the other apes.
You don’t lunge…you caress,
You nudge and snuggle.
You whisper and your tender.
You lull… you test… “Stay.”
We say “no”, afraid, little alarm bells tinkling yet you have gained the trust you so desired, you smile in such a way we feel safe and know nothing will happen.
Hearts and souls together. Trust let out to live and breathe.
You caress the untouched.
Your weeks of manipulation have rewarded you with an in between glory.
We satisfy your needs till your next bang!
The next day you kill us.
You murder our trust and throw our hearts back in our faces.
We cant understand why…How could you have been so perfect and yet we missed the flaw with in your centre?
Were we really an in between glory or is this inbred social fears?
Were we as pathetic and stupid as we feel or are these inbred insecurities?
It will hurt us for a long time, weeks, months hell years!
But… we learn. In place of the person you killed a new one will rise with new knowledge. We bend and knot but we never break. You will. You will break when your heart opens. It will be trampled on along with all the pain you caused beating down its door for payment. You have a choice that day… face the pain you caused, give payment and learn or close up and wither. Well move on.
Would it be better to be a Skank, a slut, a whore?
Do you respond better to a body thrown at you with dull, glazed eyes and a voice so ecstatic your primitive mind can’t hear the fake tone behind it?
This would suit you better, yes?
A body, mind and soul so separated from each other, so dead to each other, so dead to the earth you do what ever your EGO desires.
No string attached.
You can rip the heart out and stamp on it as much as you wish as it is dead anyway!
Hell no! You choose different. You choose us! You choose the ones hurt from their pasts but you don’t know that we chose to learn from this pain. Yet we can not trust.
The trust must be earned.
Somewhere in your ape mind you know this. You manipulate.
You woo.
Your kind and gentle.
Your different to the other apes.
You don’t lunge…you caress,
You nudge and snuggle.
You whisper and your tender.
You lull… you test… “Stay.”
We say “no”, afraid, little alarm bells tinkling yet you have gained the trust you so desired, you smile in such a way we feel safe and know nothing will happen.
Hearts and souls together. Trust let out to live and breathe.
You caress the untouched.
Your weeks of manipulation have rewarded you with an in between glory.
We satisfy your needs till your next bang!
The next day you kill us.
You murder our trust and throw our hearts back in our faces.
We cant understand why…How could you have been so perfect and yet we missed the flaw with in your centre?
Were we really an in between glory or is this inbred social fears?
Were we as pathetic and stupid as we feel or are these inbred insecurities?
It will hurt us for a long time, weeks, months hell years!
But… we learn. In place of the person you killed a new one will rise with new knowledge. We bend and knot but we never break. You will. You will break when your heart opens. It will be trampled on along with all the pain you caused beating down its door for payment. You have a choice that day… face the pain you caused, give payment and learn or close up and wither. Well move on.
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