Sometimes, no matter how strong that one word is, it still turns out insufficient.
Sometimes you just have to rant. Or at least, in my case, produce a post with enigmatic contents.
I've said it before, I say it again. FUCK!
Winter has come.
The second act of A Thousand Splendid Suns has begun.
The contained rage inside me has awakened. Soon it shall course through my system once again.
I have created a new playlist just for the occasion. It is called "Soothe the Rage".
They say grief has 5 stages:
- Denial
- Anger
- Bargaining
- Depression
- Acceptance
The threats still stand. I will destroy you, one way or another.
Then again, the passive side of my personality might come out again.
You should be thankful for that.
More often than not, my rage is directed towards myself instead.
I find that eloquence has left me today. Quite natural, seeing as my Yang* muse has now left.
("Yang" in the context of Yin and Yang. Yin, the dark side, Yang, the light side. My muse of light.)
There will be no quotes today, just an unfinished poem I wrote some time ago.
It doesn't even have a title.
Added to this fucking incident, my blood sugar seems to be extremely low at the moment.
So fuck it all, I'm going to eat.
...
Winter is nearing
Snowflakes shall soon fall
Covering, separating
The flower from The Sun
Cold and obstructing
Cruel layer of white
...
Unbearable absence
...
Occasional glimpses
From when the wind
Lifts the snow and
parts the gray clouds
The flower's core
May very well wilt
Cherish every ray
Cram every memory
Of The Sun's light
Into it's stock and store
Of course it was never
Ever meant to be
The Sun resides in its heaven
And the flower on its earth
But the flower will wait
Perhaps someday, with
the aid of the caring wind
Seeds may travel
The flower may live in a place
Where there is no snow
Someday the oppressing
winter will end
And the flower will then feel
The light of The Sun again
Winter is nearing
Snowflakes shall soon fall
Covering, separating
The flower from The Sun
Cold and obstructing
Cruel layer of white
...
Unbearable absence
...
Occasional glimpses
From when the wind
Lifts the snow and
parts the gray clouds
The flower's core
May very well wilt
Cherish every ray
Cram every memory
Of The Sun's light
Into it's stock and store
Of course it was never
Ever meant to be
The Sun resides in its heaven
And the flower on its earth
But the flower will wait
Perhaps someday, with
the aid of the caring wind
Seeds may travel
The flower may live in a place
Where there is no snow
Someday the oppressing
winter will end
And the flower will then feel
The light of The Sun again
[PS: I know I've ripped the shite out of emos in the past, but fuck it. I find that this song sums up how I feel quite accurately.]
[EDIT Feb 3 2009: Blasted copyright laws! Replaced the video though...]
Im Not Okay (I Promise) - My Chemical Romance
[EDIT Feb 3 2009: Blasted copyright laws! Replaced the video though...]
Im Not Okay (I Promise) - My Chemical Romance
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