Past Words
Do you love me because I'm beautiful,
or am I am beautiful because you love me?
Aimless Wandering
Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er step'st aside; and I am trapp'd , i'm trapped. A distance there is... None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof: Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be
My heart is a butterfly...
It drank the nectar of a poisonous love...
Now the key to my heart is lost...
And the butterfly in me is but a lock...
The Haunted Palace
by Edgar Allan Poe
In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-
Radiant palace- reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion-
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This- all this- was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well-befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh- but smile no more.
My head feels full of static and my mind keeps coming to a conclusion that slips away only to return for my existence to keep chasing. Because every time I look at it, it isn't visible.
My legs are twitching yet don't have the urge to walk. Arms spasm, but don't have the strength to lift their own selves. My chest heaves for a breath, but my lungs are filled with all the air they can muster.
My mouth wishes to utter a cry for help and yet the throat disobeys, closing up only to leave me with silence, which no longer means a lack of sound.
But when the answer I seek is in the questions I ask,
well then.
Come what may.
This is my conquistador, xfallenherox420 [aka Jacob]:
Desperate Measures
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Get back at me.
<3
(This was Rainince)
Thnkies
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yours is cool.
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MEANS YOUR PRETTY FLIPPIN' SWEEEEET.
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