I awoke in the morning
and the sun was shining brightly, blissfully ignorant
warming the earth, teasing smiles from twitching lips
it had no effect on me, today my lips were sewn shut with tight stitches
drops of blood still staining my chin.
The clouds were airbrushed and virgin-white, smeared against the
crystal blue sky
I wished for a paintbrush, stained with oily black
to splatter across the perfect, stunning landscape
to match my crumpled, mangled soul
pierced by jagged fragments from my shattered heart.
Even the sidewalk was flawless, the cracks smoothed over with lightened grey
My boots heavy and merciless on the ground, hu
Curtains, virgin white, gently blowing
in the breeze
like a brides gown, full of hope
and innocence
a melody, carried by the wind
evocative, haunting, whispering in my ears with
a tantalizing promise
Nudging me sweetly from my slumber
bare feet barely make contact with the carpeted floor
glide to the open window, the tune wrapping me in a
golden blanket, numbing my instincts, like liquid honey
thick and syrupy, luscious yet suffocating
somehow I am outside, the grass cool and wet
tickling my bare flesh
music all around me, constricting, filling my lungs
my eyes, my heart, it pounds within my mind
so beautiful yet menacin
It sits quietly, broodingly, like a chastised child perched in a corner stool
head hanging, eyes downcast, seemingly apologetic
yet
a faint twitch of the lips, rising corner, a malevolent smirk under the surface
waiting, it is waiting, waiting for curiosity, for interest
for snooping, willful children
mesmerized and terrified
or young rosy-cheeked couples, searching for a home
penniless, with scavengers eyes
or those who crave solitude
really, really, it doesnt care, doesnt mind
for the sweet, coppery scarlet that spills from flesh
is all the same, in the end.
It waits, patiently,
cracking, peeling wood, staine
I awoke in the morning
and the sun was shining brightly, blissfully ignorant
warming the earth, teasing smiles from twitching lips
it had no effect on me, today my lips were sewn shut with tight stitches
drops of blood still staining my chin.
The clouds were airbrushed and virgin-white, smeared against the
crystal blue sky
I wished for a paintbrush, stained with oily black
to splatter across the perfect, stunning landscape
to match my crumpled, mangled soul
pierced by jagged fragments from my shattered heart.
Even the sidewalk was flawless, the cracks smoothed over with lightened grey
My boots heavy and merciless on the ground, hu
Curtains, virgin white, gently blowing
in the breeze
like a brides gown, full of hope
and innocence
a melody, carried by the wind
evocative, haunting, whispering in my ears with
a tantalizing promise
Nudging me sweetly from my slumber
bare feet barely make contact with the carpeted floor
glide to the open window, the tune wrapping me in a
golden blanket, numbing my instincts, like liquid honey
thick and syrupy, luscious yet suffocating
somehow I am outside, the grass cool and wet
tickling my bare flesh
music all around me, constricting, filling my lungs
my eyes, my heart, it pounds within my mind
so beautiful yet menacin
It sits quietly, broodingly, like a chastised child perched in a corner stool
head hanging, eyes downcast, seemingly apologetic
yet
a faint twitch of the lips, rising corner, a malevolent smirk under the surface
waiting, it is waiting, waiting for curiosity, for interest
for snooping, willful children
mesmerized and terrified
or young rosy-cheeked couples, searching for a home
penniless, with scavengers eyes
or those who crave solitude
really, really, it doesnt care, doesnt mind
for the sweet, coppery scarlet that spills from flesh
is all the same, in the end.
It waits, patiently,
cracking, peeling wood, staine
So, um, yes. I saw Watchmen last night and I LOVED it. I haven't read the graphic novel (yet) so I can't compare the two. But still. It was amazing.
Umm I don't want to spoil anyone, but the only part I didn't like was the one part near the end. It made me sad :(
Rorschach was my favorite character. He was kickass and I liked how firmly he stuck to his morals, even in the face of Armageddon. :XD:
Anywhooo. Was I the only one who thought the Comedian was hot? :giggle: I liked his character. Yeah he was twisted and kinda immoral, but he got how the world really was. In fact, he got a lot of things. :XD:
I know it's a day late, but I have some free time at school and I felt like posting. Anyways, as I'm sure most people know (and if you didn't, well, now you do) yesterday was the one year anniversary of Heath Ledger's death. It was also the day Oscar nominations came out, and as it should be, Heath was nomintated <3 I was disappointed that Dark Knight didn't get the nom. for best picture & best director, but oh well. They're just biased against "superhero" movies, even though TDK kicked ASS in the box office.
Anyways, at this time last year I was a Heath fan, but not as much of one as I am now. I'd seen Knight's Tale and Brokeback Mountai
Yay Christmas. I'm pretty excited, mostly because I have NO idea what my parents got me... so the anticipation is building. Well, I know I got Doctor Who Series 4, but other than that, I'm clueless.
Sidenote: two of my good friends got me a JARETH DOLL. A TALKING JARETH DOLL. So yes, I freakin' HAS A JARETH!