"I'll try", I say.
Softly.
Shyly.
But what use is it,
When my only goal,
Is not getting worse.
"It's no use"
I'm stuck,
In this dark place,
Yet full of light.
I can try.
I'll try getting out.
But I've said it before.
Quietly.
Almost Inaudible.
"It's no use" probably
Hold me close and tell me everything's going to be alright.
Tell me there's nothing to fear.
Tell me you'll be there.
Always.
For I am lost,
between my beautiful world,
and painful lies.
see past my stubborn "I'm alright"
And keep on holding me
When our world ends.
Rain is pouring down.
Both outside my window,
and inside my heart.
I wonder,
Will thunder come?
Lightning bolts will take me away
to where there's only you.
They say
"There's sunshine after rain"
Let's find blue skies.
Together.
Even if the truth
is already at its limit.
I'll continue to bend it more
and cover it up with lies.
I'll hide between the folds of crumpled up paper.
Then I'll finally sleep.
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
♥
Recollect the thoughts
for the paralyzed minds lost
to the imagined dilemmas
given by the hands from the devil.
though i get lonely
s l o w l y .
make no sound
lie awake sleeping
quietly loud while
the rest are nosily silent
imagined dangers creep
but its all an illusion
distorted reality is all
as the world spins
or perhaps the world
was left in the dark, to decay
rot in its own despair
darkness
cannot
exist
without
the
absence
of
light.
I'd like to set the world
ablaze, to perish in its
futile flames forever.
maybe then, there will
light to illuminate the
crimes gone unnoticed.
☺☻☺
- Photographic ParadoX - by maskqueraide, literature
Literature
- Photographic ParadoX -
This tool of distortion
used to corrupt the
perceptions of reality
Comforted behind
unknown barriers.
The world as I see
through clear lens
has messed my senses.
My obsession with capturing
unsought beauty has seized me
though, frustrated with
unwanted outcome.
An image captured
for my collection of silly
things for me to ponder upon
Behind the camera
I feel safe, never
want to be the subject
of its eye.
If love was exchangable,
I would do so with your love
in a second without
h e s i t a t i o n .
Who would want such a
false sense of admiration,
with each
lying
word
you breathe into my ears.
But now I wonder,
can you love, do you have it
inside of you to do so?
Or maybe your heart
has shriveled and perished
into oblivion,
Never to be touched by
any soul again.
Perhaps it is isolation
you seek since you are
So high up
in your kingdom.
Then it shall be
s o l i t u d e
that befriends you
in this god forsaken world.
For I have given up
on this love
that perhaps never was
or ever happened.
Perhaps my mind is better
off left in this bizarre dimension
though nothing makes sense
even to me.
So I will gladly, with the purple cat
and his cunning grin, laugh
with a
Ha ha Ha ha Ha
Or have a cup of tea with my friend
Mad Hatter. But, shhhhhhhhh
La La La La La
Don't tell him that
it is not his tea what
I desire on my virgin lips.
Even the shade of the
painted roses, cannot
compare to my telltale blush.
But once awake, I look around
to the world I despise.
Desperately searching for
my white rabbit
with his ticking clock
To no avail, here I sit
wishing for the key to my escape
to my Wo
I waited too long that the autumn leaves
changed into all the colours they possibly
could and cluttered the streets.
The bitter crackling noises quietly
mocked me as I walked over the
leaves, crushing them into tinier pieces.
Winter's blizzards were no match
for the frostbite that punctured my
wasted heart.
Dare I say, without your love
my heart felt colder than snow. Even
the snowman was better off and he
had no soul.
As bright and arduous
as the summer sun,
its heat waves cannot melt away the
feelings I had grown towards you.
In a battered, old box, I had
stored the countless handwritten letters
that I had never