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the benefit of
having the makeup and clockwork i do 
is that i am not afraid to
cut the fragile thread,
should i need to,
go to whatever length i must
to destroy every sense of livelihood and
happiness
of anyone who 
chooses to wrong me
even those closest to me
for i fear no fear of remorse
becoming the demon
your absolute living hell
patient with a
smile

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It’s funny how
people use you
and simply forget
elsewhere
without effort

open eyes

Somewhere deep beneath the fog’s hue it began. the wind pried and the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds as the voice echoed. beyond the road full of fragmented branches and fallen stones, a calling which you slowly began to recognize as your own. deeper into the new world and there was a new voice. you kept on, determined to do the only thing you could do. but little by little, as you left the voices behind, the pain was so utter that it swallowed the substance up. then it covered the the abyss with a trance so memory could step above. shadows surrounding these bones. i only wanted to see what lies in your eyes. i need to know. open your eyes. open your eyes.

Grow With You (Excerpt)

You wore a hoodless sweatshirt on your bed that night
With black leggings, I’ve never seen your face so white
Your honesty was killing me
The monsters in the room were all dancing to the music all around us

A door is always open if it isn’t closed
And a plant is said to be dead if it doesn’t grow

I’ll grow
I will grow

There’s a spirit in Montana and in your chest, a soul
Oh, what a soul
I tried to be the middle-man between you and this list
I couldn’t move as the footsteps neared closer to me from the monsters that feed
I swore that I wouldn’t bleed
I won’t bleed

There’s a spirit in Montana and in your chest
A note that rings like the bells of cathedrals rung by the village scapegoat

As I walked slowly down your driveway to my car
I looked back and turned into salt
A pillar with a hat

almarsh:

"Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?"

Life
how benighted it is this game we play like endless walls that hear no screampainted faces waiting to be noticedsilent colors of the fading heart.
where the air is cleara new homefilled by the flames of ghosts voices that lead us back to silent gold runaways running between the emptiness.
listen close,to the silent nightin the darkness,a swelling running around with our consciousand love is gone.
i have dreamt of a dark endfearful for others who i can no longer seebeyond the dirt and earth 
what we haveis not enoughwhat we can is fight for love.
in the darknessbefore the dawni will fallswaying alone down to the earth like a fallen thorn 
leave the light on the light on.

Life

how benighted it is 
this game we play 
like endless walls that hear no scream
painted faces waiting to be noticed
silent colors of the fading heart.

where the air is clear
a new home
filled by the flames of ghosts 
voices that lead us back 
to silent gold runaways 
running between the emptiness.

listen close,
to the silent night
in the darkness,
a swelling 
running around with our conscious
and love is gone.

i have dreamt of 
a dark end
fearful for others 
who i can no longer see
beyond the dirt and earth 

what we have
is not enough
what we can 
is fight for love.

in the darkness
before the dawn
i will fall
swaying alone 
down to the earth 
like a fallen thorn 

leave the light on 
the light on.

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arjanwrites:

NOOSA “CLOCKTOWER” | VIDEO PREMIERE

"Clocktower" is the first single taken from Noosa’s debut album Wonderland. The song tells a story about the importance of living in the moment even though the grass may seem greener elsewhere. It was inspired by Noosa’s lifelong desire to move to the West Coast. “Growing up, my father took me to all of the places in California that were special parts of his childhood,” the singer/songwriter writes me in an email. She collaborated with director Jessie Hill to bring the meaning of the song to life. The story revolves around Noosa as she is picked up for her wedding by her best friend (played by Mishel Prada). As Noosa has second thoughts about getting married, she confides in her fantasy land of childhood figurines. The video ends on a hopeful note demonstrating that you’ll find love at the end of the rainbow when you least expect it. The video features iconic Los Angeles sights including Walt Disney’s 1950s Snow White Cottages.

Listen to Noosa Wonderland on Beats.

arjan

Chords of Me
i don’t likethe memoriesbecause the tearscome easily,and once again I breakmy promise to myself for this day.
it’s a constant battle.
a war between rememberingand forgetting.

Chords of Me

i don’t like
the memories
because the tears
come easily,
and once again I break
my promise 
to myself for this day.

it’s a constant battle.

a war between 
remembering
and forgetting.

Clockwork

Are you aware the shape I’m in?
my hands,
they shake
my head,
it spins 

when Death comes
When death comeslike the hungry bear in autumn;when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;when death comeslike the measle-pox
when death comeslike an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everythingas a brotherhood and a sisterhood,and I look upon time as no more than an idea,and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as commonas a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and somethingprecious to the earth.
When it’s over, I want to say all my lifeI was a bride married to amazement.I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonderif I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world
-Mary Oliver

when Death comes

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it’s over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world

-Mary Oliver

it’s like a whirlwind inside my head (excerpt)

Why does it feel like night today?
Something in here’s not right today
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia’s all I got left
I don’t know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head
Like a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face that watches every time I lie
A face that laughs every time I fall
Watching every move
So I know that when it’s time to sink or swim
That the face inside is hearing me
Right beneath my skin
I don’t know what set me off first
But I know what I can’t stand