cultbodies flow like a feastto avoid heaven’s wraththe gate groans like a beastkeeping close to the pathand the fools we ingestown their sins like a psalmstanding proud in their questto persuade us to calmthey can’t see our disguisethrough the skin of the deadthey’ve got stones in their eyesthey see nothing but red
in too deepdon’t raise your headdon’t even breathedon’t stir the seaof waves we weavefill your handa twisted knifemade sharp on bonesof wasted lifeon creeping sand‘neath coward skieson borrowed timeof daily liesa pauper’s bedthe very leastlips whisper coldof gasping ceased
i ammy name is judgeda shadow stands behind meborn in chainsmy daily breadmy age is just a momenta stone's breathborn in wintertame but deadmy eyes see silencea river in my handsborn in wasted yearsthe coldest redmy voice is trusta stone's reachborn in ironmy mouth unfed
quietlyi am subtlety and feari'm the words you long to heari'm the end you'll never seei'm the best you'll ever bei'm the sky without the suni'm a moment just beguni'm the truth you'll never knowi'm aflame yet weakly glowyou're the rope to tightly bindyou're the lost i'll never findyou're the surface up aboveyou're the strength to weakly loveyou're the science to my faithyou're the body to my wraithyou're the desert to my seayou're a slave and i am free
thinkseas shifthands holdwings lifthearts coldsky blueblood redwhite liesplay deadsee mestand tallshort breathlong fallso small
humilityyou can hide in plain sightand pretend you’re asleepyou’re just under surfaceand still in too deepand you know you’re a sinnerand still you want moreyour mind is so tiredyour muscles so soreand there isn't much moreto your life than a breathyou began with your birthbut you won't end in deathand i know that you’re scaredbut my son, you are freeand you mean so much morethan the ocean to me
freedom that won't be ignoredlittle blade who lifts and cutswho raises high and worries dustoh softest knifeoh sliver’d feara lofty lifea river clearquietly you raise your edgeand wordlessly my crimes allegefeast, my little weightless burdeneat, consume the gloaming skyne’er forget where you beganand so your birth do not denya throne you seekyet e’er you flya sea divides usyou and i
when what's in comes outstep on the earthand give birth to the sunyou’re so full you could burstand you weren’t meant to lastnow you have to go firstand your eyes see the starsthough they’re faded and weaklike the lies you’re convinced ofbut too scared to speakand you may not be normalbut you know you’re no freaknow look up at the wheelsand forget where you standcome to know that your mindis not tied to the landor the worth that she feelsand the sky takes your handand the wound in you heals
eyes face the fire, backs face the doorin flame-lit hallson starless nightsthe elders sitand dream of sightsof ancient wondersfrozen lightsthe north has holdas cold as boneher eyes like snowher voice like stoneand time comes onwhen men will foldere too longthe old ones seekgreat futures darkand deeply splitthe currents weakand parts togetherstrangely fitand deeply wrongthen speak they wordsof bitter depthand long rememberedsecrets keptof time when timehimself had sleptand winter hidand fiercely wepther glowing tearsthey’re dark tonightthey hide and keeptheir wilting lighto’er head of mountaincloud and homecare not theyfor man or throneand know theywe are each alonevast in voidlike those abovein howling silenceweakly lovebut deep in winterflickers lightthe elder’s firegranting sightbrought you hereby secret guidesthis empty spherethe heart abides
ExamDamn!I have a bloody exam!It's a matter of hours; less than a day.And there is nothing I can do but pray.I can't study; nothing is going straight.I'll probably burn my books and wait!The moment we are face to face,Me and that dreadful paper sheet,I will lose all my elegance and grace;In a rage I will get off my seat,My temper I will never be able to keep,So I will fall on the floor and weep!
Potato ChipsSalty flakes of heavenly bliss and crumbs,Fashioned from the common potato grown,Not from the heavens but from the ground comes,Delicacy that commoners have sown.Like stars in the night twinkles the grainy salt;Its golden complexion mirrors the sun;Its grand hue makes men gaze in awe and halt,And behold its pleasing taste that does stun.At what cost do we fashion these that crunch?What of the varieties mashed or baked?Verily there are times and places for such;But not for these things has my stomach quaked.God help me if a crumb falls from my lip;I dare not squander even one single chip.
Narwhals: Three Cinquains INarwhals,Thy horns protrudeDangerously, lancesin the shimmering ocean waves.I'm dead. IISpear mea fish for food,my love: prove to me thouart courageous and strong, like thenarwhals. IIII lovethe splashes thatnarwhal-jumps make, sparklingwater flying into the air.Pretty.
chocolate cakethe earth can shakemy bones can breakbut i'll never give youmy chocolate cake