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Tag: #love
Dead End
Dear, Tedious
A dead end is not dead, nor is it an end. It is usually alive, dripping with the fruition of a new beginning. Isn’t a birth a death within itself? Now, I know what you’re thinking. You foolishly think this random blog post is an open door, which leads directly into the depths of my psyche. As though after reading this post, you own the true foundation of what it means to understanding myself and the rest of my kind. A follower will never have the capacity to understand an individual. You and the rest of the promulgated sheeple think the same fucking thing, time and time again. Your rudimentary thoughts and ideals are laughable. I’m not laughing. I understand your desire to be the top peck in the pecking order. You know it’s all nonsense; right? Of course you do. I mean, you wouldn’t be reading this post if you didn’t. I know you’re smarter than the rest of them; the other sheeple you blindly follow. Your intellect knows no bounds, other than the bounds of your short-sided, closed-mindedness. I understand your desire to connect and to belong. I also understand that death could be a viable option for you, perhaps it is an activity or at least a hobby you should look into. Perhaps your mirror has been lying to you this entire time, or the truth is far too lethal for you to face alone. Either way, you’re fucked.
P.S.
Get a new mirror and stop looking at me.
Good Night.
A Sorrowful Regret
A memory of lost regret/ her hands were filled/ her hands and needs were not met/ a sorrowful regret/ chains are the veins of the soul/ regarded less than what we can hold/ cute little blonde-haired boy/ a new present for me/ my toy/ I did not leave out the mother/ a daughter to you/ cries with no goodbyes/ hopeless sighs/ within her thighs/ I will treasure both of them/ as they were my own/ I will show them true love/ a love they have never known/ desire/ creation/ pain/ the Expression/ all is filled within the light/ the
darkness knows not/ the horror which will be within your sight/ a love poem/ from me/ to you/ the one and only true love/ your family ever knew…
Shards of Nothingness
Running away from me. Your barriers are unbreakable. I never felt the need to be around you until now. The feeling shatters my self-respect and dignity into shards of nothingness. The panicked way you held the bricks in front of your face, this allowed me to know how you truly felt. It was another sinking dip into the nothingness of what our relationship is. How could it be anything more than this? You and I would never allow it. I know you want to come out; revealing yourself from behind your lies, but they protect you so well. There is no way I could protect you better than your lies do. Your lips are so sensuous, they make your lies so kind and gentle; a soft deterioration only I could crave. It is me; it has always been me. I am the only one who has longed for you, who has craved you, who has needed you. I have always felt useless for wanting you, for needing someone such as you. It is an empty worthless feeling, only a maniacal vagrant, only a master of depravity could fully understand. There will never be anything or anyone, which could come between you and I. There are no other pleasures such as our flesh burning within one another’s, which could ever be fully endured and intoxicating. I am the one who needs you the most, more than anything, more than anyone. I am your end; I will be the last image your eyes will see before they go black.
G.G. Kalfas 