Eden is burning
The ashes
A darkness thick
Impenetrable
Love, we can make a new Eden
Here in the darkness
Paint your smiles
You were always good
At acting
You must hide
Because no one will understand
Us
They say I am your hamartia
Dear, I am the thing
That gets you through the day
When everything else
Fails
Don't you see
You are alone
In your damnation
With only me as your guide
Take my hand, dear
I'll show you the way
To Eden
Through the ashes
To glory
It'll be a blight to the world
But we will be remembered
As lovers,
Dear, do you love me?
I do not believe you
You shy away from our
Happily ever after,
I did not know
You couldn't build gods
Out of totem poles
Withered and blackened
By the broken hands
Of missing people
Found too late.
We search for their remains
Wherever they are
Hoping to find something other than
The mask they hide in,
We have to remind ourselves
Totem poles are dead wood.
Thank you
I needed to be reminded
Of my demons
How thoughtful
Destroying what was left
Of my sanity
I appreciate
You taking someplace
Safe
Smashing it like glass.
Don't you know
You can't fix broken glass?
You can't fix me with "sorry"
And "I didn't mean it"
I didn't mean to be so fragile
I didn't mean to be so broken
That a simple picture
Could push me so far
I lose myself
In a maze of darkness
Losing all I've worked for.
I'm okay, really,
This is easier.
Oh, dear, why the look?
Sweetheart, you did me a favor,
This is my home, my eternal hell,
I needed someone to remind me.
From the deepest, darkest part of
I am the Elaine, to you,
My dear Lancelot
Wrapped around another woman's
Fingertips.
Is she worth the pain,
The heartache?
I would have given you
More than she ever could,
I could have given you
My hand, my heart,
My everything.
You threw that away
For another man's queen
Destroying not just me,
But everything around you.
I live for the day
You destroy yourself.
The Lies She Told Herself by TheOddDuck, literature
Literature
The Lies She Told Herself
Putty in the hands
Of a cruel mistress,
The world broke
Creating different universes
Based on her words.
Her new world, was no utopia,
Pieces of herself, fell away,
Losing herself.
It’s okay,
She is happy, now.
That Tightrope Called Life by TheOddDuck, literature
Literature
That Tightrope Called Life
She beckons late at night,
When the light is gone,
Leaving the shadows.
Shadows of me.
She begs me,
To tell her a story.
I get on my knees,
my voice trembling,
Desperate.
Please, tell me a story,
A memory if you could,
A memory I cannot find,
A memory so bright,
It reminds me,
Of who I was.
Her dress, the prettiest of blues,
Changes to a ghastly red.
Tell her a story,
She demands,
Her voice menacing.
I give her a familiar tale,
About her end,
How the blood pooled around her,
As my tears slipped from my eyes,
Watching as the life left her.
Like the ghost she is,
She leaves,
Leaving me to walk,
Alone
In one hand he holds the past
In the shape of a happy picture.
She is radiant, promising him better yesterdays.
Join me, she begs,
You will be happier here.
His other hand is empty,
A blank future,
His hopes, his dreams, uncertain wishes.
The choice is clear.
Souls have a sound.
Hers was a beast,
A snarling monster, afraid to die,
It fought with all it's might,
Death does not care, he takes them all the same.
He has a heart though,
He leaves a cold body.
How considerate.
I tell myself fairy tales, stories of grandeur.
In my head people listen to my words,
Hold on to them like they mean something.
My words clog my throat, silencing the beauty in my mind.
How can my words carry, when they have no weight?
Do not mistake my willful silence as agreement
I am only tired of your ignorance.
I have tried to reach you,
Tried to make you understand me,
But every time I let you in
You beat me with your words.
Wounded,
My scars run through my soul.
I can't let the raging fire in me free,
The fire that I fear will be my undoing.
Eden is burning
The ashes
A darkness thick
Impenetrable
Love, we can make a new Eden
Here in the darkness
Paint your smiles
You were always good
At acting
You must hide
Because no one will understand
Us
They say I am your hamartia
Dear, I am the thing
That gets you through the day
When everything else
Fails
Don't you see
You are alone
In your damnation
With only me as your guide
Take my hand, dear
I'll show you the way
To Eden
Through the ashes
To glory
It'll be a blight to the world
But we will be remembered
As lovers,
Dear, do you love me?
I do not believe you
You shy away from our
Happily ever after,
I did not know
You couldn't build gods
Out of totem poles
Withered and blackened
By the broken hands
Of missing people
Found too late.
We search for their remains
Wherever they are
Hoping to find something other than
The mask they hide in,
We have to remind ourselves
Totem poles are dead wood.
Thank you
I needed to be reminded
Of my demons
How thoughtful
Destroying what was left
Of my sanity
I appreciate
You taking someplace
Safe
Smashing it like glass.
Don't you know
You can't fix broken glass?
You can't fix me with "sorry"
And "I didn't mean it"
I didn't mean to be so fragile
I didn't mean to be so broken
That a simple picture
Could push me so far
I lose myself
In a maze of darkness
Losing all I've worked for.
I'm okay, really,
This is easier.
Oh, dear, why the look?
Sweetheart, you did me a favor,
This is my home, my eternal hell,
I needed someone to remind me.
From the deepest, darkest part of
I am the Elaine, to you,
My dear Lancelot
Wrapped around another woman's
Fingertips.
Is she worth the pain,
The heartache?
I would have given you
More than she ever could,
I could have given you
My hand, my heart,
My everything.
You threw that away
For another man's queen
Destroying not just me,
But everything around you.
I live for the day
You destroy yourself.
The Lies She Told Herself by TheOddDuck, literature
Literature
The Lies She Told Herself
Putty in the hands
Of a cruel mistress,
The world broke
Creating different universes
Based on her words.
Her new world, was no utopia,
Pieces of herself, fell away,
Losing herself.
It’s okay,
She is happy, now.
That Tightrope Called Life by TheOddDuck, literature
Literature
That Tightrope Called Life
She beckons late at night,
When the light is gone,
Leaving the shadows.
Shadows of me.
She begs me,
To tell her a story.
I get on my knees,
my voice trembling,
Desperate.
Please, tell me a story,
A memory if you could,
A memory I cannot find,
A memory so bright,
It reminds me,
Of who I was.
Her dress, the prettiest of blues,
Changes to a ghastly red.
Tell her a story,
She demands,
Her voice menacing.
I give her a familiar tale,
About her end,
How the blood pooled around her,
As my tears slipped from my eyes,
Watching as the life left her.
Like the ghost she is,
She leaves,
Leaving me to walk,
Alone
In one hand he holds the past
In the shape of a happy picture.
She is radiant, promising him better yesterdays.
Join me, she begs,
You will be happier here.
His other hand is empty,
A blank future,
His hopes, his dreams, uncertain wishes.
The choice is clear.
Souls have a sound.
Hers was a beast,
A snarling monster, afraid to die,
It fought with all it's might,
Death does not care, he takes them all the same.
He has a heart though,
He leaves a cold body.
How considerate.
I tell myself fairy tales, stories of grandeur.
In my head people listen to my words,
Hold on to them like they mean something.
My words clog my throat, silencing the beauty in my mind.
How can my words carry, when they have no weight?
Do not mistake my willful silence as agreement
I am only tired of your ignorance.
I have tried to reach you,
Tried to make you understand me,
But every time I let you in
You beat me with your words.
Wounded,
My scars run through my soul.
I can't let the raging fire in me free,
The fire that I fear will be my undoing.
his fingerprints lingered
mockingly on the edges of the stains
on her windowpanes
and she slept in diagonals,
haunted, uneasy,
with insomnia lying parallel
beneath the bedsheets -
she could have sworn she saw
the ocean dancing hand-in-hand with
insanity
before waking empty-mouthed
in a bathtub too stiff
to hold a corpse, her limbs
blurred in cold porcelain
in the place dreams go
to die.
see, there's a lacklustre shade
in sunshine boys -
she knows a stem of toxicity
burns in his veins,
but she suspends her disbelief
each time, she lets the smoke
from his half-used cigarettes
devour the space between them
until there's nothing left
but
Everybody tells me to listen to my heart,
but she’s got no guts, and she’s got no art.
If she had her way, every single word that I’d say
would be a puddle of gray,
and between you and me, at the end of the day,
it’s vibrancy which makes the world sway.
Everybody tells me to listen to my gut,
but she’s got no heart, and she’s got no luck.
If I did it like that, there’d be no turning back
from this high-end, morbid mire,
and between you and me, superstition’s just a lack
of timely cards when the pile is stacked.
Everybody tells me to listen to my brain,
but her common sense was long flushed
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