Shine the Sun or Feed the Numb by Howl-of-existence, literature
Literature
Shine the Sun or Feed the Numb
Ive been thinking about the structure of this cold little town.
Dreaming of the monsters burning our pictures in the deep underground.
Every forty years, they surface with the women by their sides.
They smell of a deep lonesome and talk like theyve gone blind.
(Shine the sun or feed the numb,)
And all our role-models with these brilliant minds?
(Shine the sun or feed the numb,)
All addicted to sunshine and or love of some kind.
And it makes me sigh, all these promises.
You can solve a problem, but not the mark of a fist.
Theres got to be something past us in this thick fog,
Something bigger than the fathom of a do
Put me on or spin me round,
Feel my boom, bring your bloom, or hear my sound,
Look me blue, or hit the ground
Expect much less or save the found
Sworn and happy on white and rye
Draw my straws, or prod my flaws, the end is nigh
Tear them off, theyll make you fly
Im going no where, Im never shy.
And they all tell me to contradict so loudly, and proudly conflict.
They all tell me to hate the warmth, love the host, feel the most
(or die trying.)
But I couldt tell about the star,
Whether its cold or its folded, or its just to far
At least youll know who the real dogs are,
Even if it i
We'll begin with us laughing,
Fresh and so pale,
stumbling learners this side of the gale.
Then next we're observant,
Violent and bright.
To question our tellers whom fear our night.
Next we're angry.
Bloated; reborn.
Blinking and savage; our watchers forlorn.
What follows are ashes.
Sub-servant and keen.
Glowing through skylights, a brilliant green.
We feel your cold exhale,
A sombre ache.
From ghost of past sinners; our souls to take.
Just burn us for witchcraft,
Then we're eye to eye.
Our hands folded neatly from eight to the sky.
Tomorrow And Forever And... by Howl-of-existence, literature
Literature
Tomorrow And Forever And...
You stare me back from forth, waiting for me to come.
but Im heavy and doubtful; Im so terrified to run.
Its boring and sombre, youre in bloom with glow
You can whisper and move me, but my spirit wont go.
Im frightened to leave it, It can kill me with speed
I fear a shortage of breath, But I never did need breathe.
Im self destructive and recent, then Heaven beckons me down;
And it smells just like home does, But I dont need this town.
These roads are familiar, let me turn and hide.
I dont want this anguish, nor this beauty in my eyes
But Im wanting and lustful, Im cr
Interior, 'Fixed' by Howl-of-existence, literature
Literature
Interior, 'Fixed'
Stupid liar,
Deadened weight,
Piece of nothing,
Much too late
Stutter breathing,
Let it die,
Kindrid children;
Burn the eye.
Feel it breathing,
From the womb.
Sweep the glass,
Or hear the boom.
Nine months over,
Pretend it's gone.
Forget it's essence,
Been too long.
When one can't blink,
One can perish,
Old enough to know,
Young enough to cherish.
Deny the heartbeat,
Declare it dead,
For it is swollen
Mechanically fed.
Exterior, 'Quiet' by Howl-of-existence, literature
Literature
Exterior, 'Quiet'
No broken bones,
No aches or moans,
No abnormalities.
Spine was straight,
About average weight,
Seemed to be at ease.
Teeth aligned,
Sight's just fine,
Simple enough to please.
No outlandish dress,
Was never a mess,
Could always take a tease.
Blood flow strong,
Nothing was wrong,
Didn't like to deceive.
Pulse was normal,
Speech always formal,
Easy to relieve.
Narrow little minded girl,
Remind me that I love this world.
Proove to me it's dying breath
Is worth the sparing of my death.
And if you meet my burning spine
Tell it that I know we're fine.
I've seen worse, some with red,
People shouting things you'd said.
But I've seen the bars on those with brains.
They're empty; wrapped in cellophane.
Now tell me why I'd like to stay
To watch implosion from present day
Onward into hopeless night,
Progress instantly with terrible might.
All filthy little circus trash,
Born again in pheonix ash.
They'll bring us to our end again,
tear us from one limb and then
Feed to me this ego twice
Sw
It pains me that you've disappeared, I feel far from you now.
I fell beneath the sea of warmth, coaxing me somehow.
And after that, I dreamt of none to carry me away.
Beyond the pressure in my eye, I followed it astray.
Although your words seem quickly false, I'd rather hear a lie
Which in an essence was your truth I would so fast deny.
Even though I'd call your name upon my waking mind,
No one echoed it to me, and you'd left me there behind.
I couldn't rightly calm myself to speak to what you said.
Still yet beyond my bitten tounge, I knew what lay ahead.
I'm frightened now, so seduced in tender care and hold
But I wouldn't say it
It pains me that you've disappeared, I feel far from you now.
I fell beneath the sea of warmth, coaxing me somehow.
And after that, I dreamt of none to carry me away.
Beyond the pressure in my eye, I followed it astray.
Although your words seem quickly false, I'd rather hear a lie
Which in an essence was your truth I would so fast deny.
Even though I'd call your name upon my waking mind,
No one echoed it to me, and you'd left me there behind.
I couldn't rightly calm myself to speak to what you said.
Still yet beyond my bitten tounge, I knew what lay ahead.
I'm frightened now, so seduced in tender care and hold
But I wouldn't say it
Narrow little minded girl,
Remind me that I love this world.
Proove to me it's dying breath
Is worth the sparing of my death.
And if you meet my burning spine
Tell it that I know we're fine.
I've seen worse, some with red,
People shouting things you'd said.
But I've seen the bars on those with brains.
They're empty; wrapped in cellophane.
Now tell me why I'd like to stay
To watch implosion from present day
Onward into hopeless night,
Progress instantly with terrible might.
All filthy little circus trash,
Born again in pheonix ash.
They'll bring us to our end again,
tear us from one limb and then
Feed to me this ego twice
Sw
Exterior, 'Quiet' by Howl-of-existence, literature
Literature
Exterior, 'Quiet'
No broken bones,
No aches or moans,
No abnormalities.
Spine was straight,
About average weight,
Seemed to be at ease.
Teeth aligned,
Sight's just fine,
Simple enough to please.
No outlandish dress,
Was never a mess,
Could always take a tease.
Blood flow strong,
Nothing was wrong,
Didn't like to deceive.
Pulse was normal,
Speech always formal,
Easy to relieve.
Interior, 'Fixed' by Howl-of-existence, literature
Literature
Interior, 'Fixed'
Stupid liar,
Deadened weight,
Piece of nothing,
Much too late
Stutter breathing,
Let it die,
Kindrid children;
Burn the eye.
Feel it breathing,
From the womb.
Sweep the glass,
Or hear the boom.
Nine months over,
Pretend it's gone.
Forget it's essence,
Been too long.
When one can't blink,
One can perish,
Old enough to know,
Young enough to cherish.
Deny the heartbeat,
Declare it dead,
For it is swollen
Mechanically fed.
Tomorrow And Forever And... by Howl-of-existence, literature
Literature
Tomorrow And Forever And...
You stare me back from forth, waiting for me to come.
but Im heavy and doubtful; Im so terrified to run.
Its boring and sombre, youre in bloom with glow
You can whisper and move me, but my spirit wont go.
Im frightened to leave it, It can kill me with speed
I fear a shortage of breath, But I never did need breathe.
Im self destructive and recent, then Heaven beckons me down;
And it smells just like home does, But I dont need this town.
These roads are familiar, let me turn and hide.
I dont want this anguish, nor this beauty in my eyes
But Im wanting and lustful, Im cr
We'll begin with us laughing,
Fresh and so pale,
stumbling learners this side of the gale.
Then next we're observant,
Violent and bright.
To question our tellers whom fear our night.
Next we're angry.
Bloated; reborn.
Blinking and savage; our watchers forlorn.
What follows are ashes.
Sub-servant and keen.
Glowing through skylights, a brilliant green.
We feel your cold exhale,
A sombre ache.
From ghost of past sinners; our souls to take.
Just burn us for witchcraft,
Then we're eye to eye.
Our hands folded neatly from eight to the sky.
Put me on or spin me round,
Feel my boom, bring your bloom, or hear my sound,
Look me blue, or hit the ground
Expect much less or save the found
Sworn and happy on white and rye
Draw my straws, or prod my flaws, the end is nigh
Tear them off, theyll make you fly
Im going no where, Im never shy.
And they all tell me to contradict so loudly, and proudly conflict.
They all tell me to hate the warmth, love the host, feel the most
(or die trying.)
But I couldt tell about the star,
Whether its cold or its folded, or its just to far
At least youll know who the real dogs are,
Even if it i
Narrow little minded girl,
Remind me that I love this world.
Proove to me it's dying breath
Is worth the sparing of my death.
And if you meet my burning spine
Tell it that I know we're fine.
I've seen worse, some with red,
People shouting things you'd said.
But I've seen the bars on those with brains.
They're empty; wrapped in cellophane.
Now tell me why I'd like to stay
To watch implosion from present day
Onward into hopeless night,
Progress instantly with terrible might.
All filthy little circus trash,
Born again in pheonix ash.
They'll bring us to our end again,
tear us from one limb and then
Feed to me this ego twice
Sw
...It's 5:30am. Once again, the morning glare has brought me into a listless heap, laying with laptop in tow on this ugly beige carpet with a cat purring and pushing on my back. Where has the eager sleep that clung to me run off to? Hiding under the cracks of the refrigerator I suppose. The birds singing throw me into a complete rage, once again angry at my lack of rest with absolutely no promise of further positivity this angry morning. And as the days begin to pass, my hands wither into oblivion and my silence begins to boast it's control of me. Were things ever meant to be this quiet or am I too quiet for these kinds of things? Early dayti
1. Publish [copy] these procedures.
2. You must state 8 things about yourself.
3. When you have ended the 'journal' you must choose 8 people and tag him/her.
4. Then it is necessary to go to his/her page and say to them that they have been tagged.
^ Too lazy; not doing.
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1. I'm an only child.
2. I'm terrified of infections.
3. I hate fruit.
4. I graduated from my high school at the top of my class, 4.0 grade average my entire high school career, and now all I'm doing is favors for a bitch. It's not everything they think it is.
5. If there is a blank wall somewhere in my home, I can't
Fuck it all, I'm moving soon. Lack of inspiration, or anything else terribly substantial to my body as a homo (and I emphisize that) sapien. I also realized I can't spell anything for shit. A lot of it is all quite a disappointment, whether it's bold or quiet or living under my house because I'm a cold hearted bastard and won't let it come inside, but will let all it's little ones in here. Mostly for the reason of freshness, everything's starting to run in one big heap and I'm unfortunatly having a breakdown because I can't feel myself think anymore. And I'm completely addicted to attention, which is something I'm fairly certain I'll never ha
ive always been a frustrated writer. i cant seem to put into words what i think or feel. i know its there (in my mind) but it only stays there. its nice to see that at a very young age, you got sense in your literary skill. i must say this to you, im envious.