Twisted Words

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Monday, August 27, 2007

Hell, we all have a love poem don't we?

Bring me toward the light, Take my hand and lead, Do not falter, I am willing to fall with you Into eternity. I have tried so many times To step a little further Passed the line, But now it seems we must jump, For together we’re so much stronger. You look at me and smile, Disarm this wilful soldier,... Sign in to see full entry.

Some song lyrics from a while back!

She longs to be somewhere, Outside this little town, Outside this space and time. She needs to feel something, Inside to recognise, Inside to know she’s real. She’s waiting like a patient, Patience her only friend, Her soul is a soldier, In this war that will never end. She wants to know that... Sign in to see full entry.

As we grope for attention we only procure absence!

She, said that he, Had to go, Had to leave, Had to fuck off and leave her alone. He, had to know, Where she’d been, Who’d she had seen, What the fuck does she mean? Love so confused and lost, Like a dog abandoned, Feed me, feed me, feed me, What else is there but absence and attention? He, made her... Sign in to see full entry.

Today! Just a ramble. Remember to look out for the eclipse of the Moon!

Well, I am walking again, and that is good, it means I have risen from the depths of my slumber and forced my self out of bed to meet the day, and I pray to the sun for it too has returned in all its finery to bless the earth and save me from the damned solitude of winter, much to my ultimate... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

I must say that it is nice to hear from you all. Peace!

Pierce the night with reptilian eyes, Push the darkness behind torpid lies. Juxtaposed within fragile light, Life is voracious and will draw you in to its game, lead you like the piper toward the ledge; that cracked mantel of pallid complexion, alabaster smiles, frail and wafer thin, powdered repose... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 17, 2007

This is what happens when I don't write - talk about split personality!

My Mind is a Fog! My mind is a fog. I don’t care if it stays, heavy on my shoulders, weighing me down, I know that it clears – all in good time – why watch the clock? – It’s probably lying. I can’t see – Oh, poor you, the blind find their way – as I will, I just can’t question. Oh, but then you’re... Sign in to see full entry.

A strange bit of fiction inspired by some recent feelings!

I stand, Here like a soldier, Heart an AK, Ready and waiting. Who is the enemy? Who will be the vanquished? In this game, This damned asylum of pain. Hurt is the venom, That feeds the fire, Burning in the pit, Of my distended stomach; The flames rise, And in sooth, I reply, take out my heart, And... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Eulogy

He made his way to the cemetery – The moon was full and his belly empty, Bottle in hand, feet heavy, Hair clung to his neck like leaches. He pulled his jacket up around his chin, Took a breath and exhaled winter. The darkness was thick - The only discernable light came from the moon’s reflection,... Sign in to see full entry.

About this Blog

Tristan on the subject of death, an exploration of the relationship we have with death, and its ever changing status, death in all its forms, not just physical death, Love too, I love love, perhaps more aptly this is my eulogy to the emotions and thoughts of my heart!