Post by behindTHEmask on Feb 16, 2006 14:56:31 GMT -8
Away With Oneself
Nightmares embed futured dreams
into comatose arguments against moonlight aspirations
praying to expired anguish for protection.
Differed imaginings of lived accomplishments
deteriorate seen ambitions, pondering,
waiting for change to bring in my adequacy,
to find your undiscovered pride.
Discrepancy between necessitated thought and curiosity
smear across the bathroom mirror
as steps forward only result in poorly executed failure.
People intrude on the process of repair,
and always I’m left with me.
Sunsets instill newly wedded starts,
lingering evanescent daylight to count the dispute
on who’d stolen strength and who borrowed love.
The apologies I whisper through shadowed notions
only touch my lip with degraded gratitude.
I’m not hearing any tries to be any better.
I’m not begging for pleasured eyes
for well deserved achievements.
I’m blistered on the floor
shaving the unclosed sores to lighten
heavied design.
Please, believe I can be anything more
and that wasted time regulating
this disbanded personality was for something greater
than another loss of tomorrow’s advancement in me.
Because everyday I’m left with more of less and less of more,
hoping childish concepts and lives will imbue
the giving into depletion.
Pieces of me originate in the bodied friends
I’ve seemed to accumulate
through beckoned mishaps
ambiguously giving opportunities
toward thieves to regain their losses.
But, no one engages in anything more
in fear what could be gained
would only be taken to someone else’s grave.
Eventually, acceptance will devour
the mind holding incompetent theories as salvation
away from envied talk
and an undelivered triumphant reign.
Beyond defeat we’re nothing more
than accrued personas of whom we’ve never met.
Originality’s nothing more than rips in society.
Nightmares embed futured dreams
into comatose arguments against moonlight aspirations
praying to expired anguish for protection.
Differed imaginings of lived accomplishments
deteriorate seen ambitions, pondering,
waiting for change to bring in my adequacy,
to find your undiscovered pride.
Discrepancy between necessitated thought and curiosity
smear across the bathroom mirror
as steps forward only result in poorly executed failure.
People intrude on the process of repair,
and always I’m left with me.
Sunsets instill newly wedded starts,
lingering evanescent daylight to count the dispute
on who’d stolen strength and who borrowed love.
The apologies I whisper through shadowed notions
only touch my lip with degraded gratitude.
I’m not hearing any tries to be any better.
I’m not begging for pleasured eyes
for well deserved achievements.
I’m blistered on the floor
shaving the unclosed sores to lighten
heavied design.
Please, believe I can be anything more
and that wasted time regulating
this disbanded personality was for something greater
than another loss of tomorrow’s advancement in me.
Because everyday I’m left with more of less and less of more,
hoping childish concepts and lives will imbue
the giving into depletion.
Pieces of me originate in the bodied friends
I’ve seemed to accumulate
through beckoned mishaps
ambiguously giving opportunities
toward thieves to regain their losses.
But, no one engages in anything more
in fear what could be gained
would only be taken to someone else’s grave.
Eventually, acceptance will devour
the mind holding incompetent theories as salvation
away from envied talk
and an undelivered triumphant reign.
Beyond defeat we’re nothing more
than accrued personas of whom we’ve never met.
Originality’s nothing more than rips in society.
