Days have come and days have gone,/ and, perhaps, you know this song...

[wolven7]

Well, all is well
and things are fine;
Embarked to Hell
and drunk on wine.
We sing damnation's flame.

Alive in prices
to be paid,
Sacrifices
to be made.
I know the Maker's Name.

With petty rhymes
and broken words,
rememb'ring times
with carrion birds.
Your Messages are all the same.

I draw a curtain,
pull it closed,
but be certain
of questions posed.
Who is it that tames?

Comments

[raoin.livejournal.com]

just because you cut yourself on the bamboo that you yourself picked up and decided to sharpen, does not mean you should get to be all depressed like and claim that the universe is against you. as you said yourself, you're going to hell either way, so why be unhappy?

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[wolven.livejournal.com]

That's not the only reason for the poem.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Song.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Whatever.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

cause like i said, i started the day in not a great mood... And no, i don't want to talk about it. Partial lie. I do want to talk about it, in some sense, but not, because of repercussions. Another partial lie: part of me wants to talk about it specifically FOR the repercussions. In big firey letters...

But that's the weird, whiny, obsessive, worrying part of me. The stoic, more sane part of me is content to simply sit, write cryptic poetry that helps ME feel better, and post it in a forum where, perhaps, someone else can take whatever meaning they want, from it.

I have patience. I can out-wait the universe. Remember?

[raoin.livejournal.com]

i remember. no need to tell me twice. i've noticed that all july people believe they can out wait the universe. so far you seem to have the most going for you in achieving said outwaiting. so write it in big firey letters and lets shout about it for a while, i think it would make you feel better if you didnt have to go around telling partial lies, and perhaps some others would benefit from the venting...then again, maybe not.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Not, i think, because i vent when the venting's good. I make sure that, when i rant, and rave, i'm stable and solid in my points of view. I don't rant and rave about my emotions. I rant and rave about the situations that Cause my emotions. And only that, after some time has passed, and i can see it a little more clearly...

My emotions.. well... they're for me, and whoever happens to be Near. It's a little difficult to explain without sounding like a Fuck. I will emote, and vent, briefly, without detail, if i simply can't stand the silence of a situation (i make a horrible stoic), but i will emote Fully, to the other person(s) inVolved in a situation, if and when i think i'm ready to do so, and when it Seems that it won't do them any harm. And then i speak. I try not to vent.

I don't like the idea of emotional shouting matches, and i don't like throwing wild accusations at those i love, over shite that i've built up in my head... So i wait... and the Firey Letters wait for something Concrete.