The Suicide of the VirginAugust is the cruelest month, breedingCypress on the campus, mixingChange and unfamiliarity, stirringPoison into these drinks.The promise of demise kept my heart warm, coveringSorrow with plastered smiles, feedingAn insightful mind with rotting tubers.Death came quickly, jumping from the highest building.In that soft rain; I came to a halt on the concrete,My memories of you in the sunlight, my last thoughts,And how we sat in the stairwell, for hours talking.Wie werden uns wiedersehen.When I was young, staying with my grandfather,Poor widower, he took me on a walk,and I was happy. He said, Maria,Maria, listen to me. And he told me never to fear death.For it is inevitable, a part of life.I went home and contemplated what it meant to die.Why does this feeling clutch at my heart, why does it growfrom what was once full of love? I am but a daughter of man.And I know not much more than the factthat I am broken, an image of what has been.And death merely gives the
WretchWretched soul, wretched soul.The clock strikes four-but never moves.You look to the window,for the ones you have lost(begging for the pity of your womb).Alone you'll perish;Empty as a dusty cellar.And although the fault lies with only you,it is something you shall never understand.
:R a i n:The rain fell endlessly from the sky, each drop rhythmically hitting the old roof. It was especially audible from the attic in which I sat, watching the rain hit the lake from the singular, cracked window in the dusty room. Slowly, I traced nonsensical figures on the window, using the fog made from my damp breath as a form of paint. Staring at it for a moment, I suddenly became incredibly unhappy at my art and wiped it away with my jacket sleeve.That was when I noticed a figure walking to the lake shore, small from where I sat but seemed like a girl in her late teens. Slowly, ever so slowly, she walked into the water, until she was waist deep. She looked to the sky, her now sopping wet hair sticking to her face. Thinking back, she seemed to gather some form of… Courage from whatever she found in that rainy sky, before she peacefully sank into the water. The villagers didn’t find her until it was much too late.“That’s the fifth one this year,” I murmured
RealityInner conflictsbetween the real and ideal,[lie] with the loss of innocence
HamletIndifference and political corruption,destruction is inevitablein the tragedy of a hero
WinterThese oceans of blood,consuming my soul.Like sheep to the slaughter,fear seeps into my bones.I ponder the meaning of the fewseconds my life isin the wake of these magnificent"gods"butmy pockets are empty and mymind is blank.
GrudgeMonsters crawl from the depthsof my soul.I find my mind cannot take the horrorof years past,while my heart pleads for silence[that I can't find]
A step above the restLook down at me from above(atop that towering plain) -and wonder why all those antsgnaw at you 'till you're falling like awave crashing to the shoreof some long-lost(whoknowswhere)beach, wheremy sun-bleached bones lay upon theashen earth.
Music ReviewIn this installment, Iexamineprominent, prototypical mangling ofechoing acoustics -hugely popular followingreflection of reasonby one ofgenerations past.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
Is It Love?If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,would you come with me?If I fell for you,would you catch me?or just let me hit the pavement?
TapestryThe morning is a tapestry...tripping over last night's grace,I watch you weave your skinand shake out your hair -soft teal and jonquilshadowing your cheekas the curtains part between your hands.Threads tangle as you turn,telling medawn is a gentle lover,and the tumble of birdsplaiting their soft noteslingers on the pillowswhere your smile is my undoing.
You Selfish BastardDrink the poisonand pretend as ifyou aren't slowly killing yourself.But that is your intentionand you've dedicated your lifeto this self-destructive path.Married to addictionand divorced from self-control,you're willing to let your body dieand force your loved ones to watchjust so you can havea night of numbness.Your death isn't going to shock anyoneif you keep down this road.
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flameAnd eagles, turning, turn to fireAsh cold, alone I lieAnd think of you.
Dragon at HeartThere is no place that I can go.There is no road for me to travel.I blaze my path from nothingness.I am a dragon at heart.My future lies ahead of me.My past, so heavy I cannot fly.The friends I have help bear the weight.I am a dragon at heart.Fear does not elude me whenever trouble strikes.Despite my desperation, I stand brave and proud.I am a dragon at heart.
Debate"I can't do this."No retreat;No surrender. Broken winner. Claim in your [own] words (weakness of the positive/negative) Questions from the judge(andjury)Closing argument"And the court decides..."