IMAGINARIUM OF W.C.S.M.: Archive

These times are changing
The days are swaying
When did all this chaos arise?
It’s been a while since the sun has shined
We’re living in a pre-apocalypse era
The days are so much colder
The time has become so much heavier
I can’t handle the strain of… such a chaotic reign

What is happening to this world of mine
Why did they constantly endure this seductive plague
My heart trembles to think of all that they resemble
I lost my path of unity, I lost my light of desire

I never should have let the poison through
So toxic to the brain, only I was immune to the strain
The hypnosis of such a fury
These days have becoming something of the dead and weary…

It’s time to shatter the cages and open our eyes
This is the final hour… who all is strong enough to survive?

Dec 7, 2010

Within, Without

by Christopher Stephen

enduring through the knife like rain
a sensational thrash of chaotic pain
the quivering lights flicker through the brain
with voices seen through the eyes of strain
growth ensues in a deadly swift manner
the power unknown waves through their banner
the hours falter as the dawn grows making the tanner
in such a glory of the dead living with the living dead
we shift and turn in our own self righteous bed
taking a breath filled with eternal dread
the first breath finally clasps the silence over your lying shade of red
calming the ocean of such a luscious dew
the critters and crawlies devour the shrew
with shadows dancing in pitch black light
the angels create a deadly new spite

Dec 7, 2010

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~~cross the line~~ if you feel like you need to take care of your girlfriend/boyfriend even though you probably don’t.

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Dec 3, 2010

this is to pushing on the splintered walls of the world, trying to break free. this is to 4 a.m. phone calls and tears that can’t be wiped away by tissues. this is to a cancer patient dying in the end, because she just wasn’t strong enough anymore. this is to red wine and cigarettes on the bathroom floor, to the boy that didn’t love her back. this is to valued letters and notes that got lost in the washer, torn into a million little pieces. this is for unwanted help, and most needed attention; to the girls that put up away messages in hopes he’ll understand. this is to not only the guys being heartbreakers, but the girls as well. this is to the victims and victimizers; to the people that couldn’t help it when they bled. this is to those that had their hearts ripped from their sleeves. this is to believing every lie. this is to being sick to my stomach just thinking about him loving someone else. this is to the pain i hold in every day. this is to the escape i thought i found in him. this is to those who live with a heart that has long since been broken. this is to all the “what-if’s” and the wishes that’ll never come true. this is to feeling so desperate, but can’t help it, because all you want is them back. this is to all the words you never said and to the ones we choke on. this is to holding your breath in that one perfect moment and being terrified that you’ll blink and it’ll all be gone. this is to when it is all gone and you feel like you have nothing left. this is to realizing that it wasn’t your fault. and that they’re never coming back. this is to those who never got to say goodbye after saying something harsh before they left. this is to everything you thought once meant something and never did. this is to those who feel better aching than empty. this is to what didn’t happen. this is to the tomorrows that are just another thing to get through. this is to how i wish i’d never come that close to loving you. this is to realizing that you are your own (and everyone else’s) worst enemy. this is to those who are dying to be alive. this is to knowing a relationship may or may not work out, but taking the leap anyway. this is to sticking your finger down your throat, in hopes that they’ll accept you. this is to every tear you’ve wasted on people who never cared. this is to sitting and waiting for your phone to ring. this is to being ignored and trying to be imperfectly perfect. this is to finding him, and holding on tight. this is to the girl behind that smile. this is to those movies and magazines, the ones that make girls stop eating, stop breathing, stop caring. this is to wanting to speak the most honest words you’ve ever spoken in your life, not knowing whether they should bring you closer to living or dying. this is for all of us who cry with dry eyes. this is for those who fall in love in their dreams, and wake up only to wish to be sleeping again. this is to not knowing, and this is to not wanting to know. this is to true love never ignited. this is to prose and poetry and those with tender hearts. this is to those who’ll never get it, those who wonder where love starts. this is to that one person who you think is the kindest, sweetest, smartest, and most beautiful person ever. this is to that one person who means everything. this is to losing that one person. this is to hoping that one day, we will realize that we don’t have to hurt others to make ourselves feel better. this is to loving him, but having to say no to him. this is to having him in your arms again, but knowing it won’t last. this is to those nights where you just can’t sleep because every word they said to you replays, over and over. this is to those days when you just stay at home, because your heart is too weak to take in laughing. this is to those nights on the sidewalk where the two of you were the two of you again after so many years of changing. this is to him telling your secrets that no one is supposed to know. this is to the girl that puts on his jacket when she’s cold. and this is to the guy that catches her smelling in his scent. this is to letting go just as he starts to hold on. this is to beautiful boys who are just beautiful friends. this is to the ones that sit at home, lonely, hoping to find someone just like them. this is to the people who constantly want to bring you down because you were successful and they couldn’t come close. this is to the boys that turned our hearts to glass just to shatter them and use the pieces to cut the wounds a little deeper. this is to all the times i wish i had said no. this is to all the times i knew what he was doing and i ignored it. this is to regretting every single thing i have done. this is to that tingly butterfly feeling you get when they’re around. this is to the night when feelings changed. this is to the broken mirror and the blood on your ankle. this is to the very first kiss. this is to eye contact, avoiding it, keeping it, trying to hide it. this is to feeling emotionless, and watching yourself bleed to know you still feel. this is to that numb feeling that comes whenever you think about him, and the past. this is to the girl that never gives up, this is to the boy that lets her give up. this is for teaching yourself how to care, when it’s the last thing you want to do. this is to the ones who still care, reciting promises of forever. this is to the fish that killed off all the others in the tank and now just won’t die. this is to being so in love that it scares you. this is to the words never spoken. this is to the fragile ones and the ones that never let them bruise. this is to those who attempt to be perfect, but know they’ll never achieve it. this is to those who fight for the weak and hopeless. this is to those who never give up on their dreams, no matter what. this is to the girls who pretend to be super girl, just to hide their pain. this is to the boys that made them hurt. this is for the children who cry themselves to sleep at night, wishing that their parents loved them. this is to those who survived and have become stronger, better people. this is to the girl who has to see the blood to see the beauty. this is to those who love that person more then they’ll ever know, and have to live everyday wondering if they really care about you too.

Dec 3, 2010

Funny times

this is a prime example of one, it’s a night where all I’m doing is staying in watching movies. Nothing different really other than the fact that my mind doesn’t seem to stay focused on the movies, T.V. shows or my games. They stray and wonder to so many other times that had happened and yet never realized the magnificence of all these moments.

Does regret hit me because of them all, no there is absolutely zero regret over any of them at all. The only thing that goes through my mind is all the little details of things that I paid so close attention to that now have become a factor in my everyday life. For instance one of the things that I’ve noticed now is that on my couch I don’t lay on a certain side of it because that’s where someone used to always pass out whenever we would watch a movie, cute as hell at every moment she did that and realized it. Another is Sonic on when someone had rescued me from a very dark mind set after learning a heart wrenching bit of information. There are so many of them that flow through my head, each time I decide to sit down at home. I don’t mind it really I mean after all this right now is my choice, it’s the best thing for me and so many others as well.

I’ve always been someone who was a life drifter; I come into people’s lives, make a giant imprint upon them over a course of time and then once they have learned all that I can show I leave. Regardless of how things might be there is only and always has been a certain amount of things that I can teach others.

Dec 2, 2010

IMAGINARIUM OF W.C.S.M.

December 2010

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