twistedscript

Such beautiful blasphemy Such coaxing condemnation  What detrimental images  Dance through my imagination How tasteful this temptation  I'm so delightfully damned Such a fantastic failure  Was the lion and the lamb.  How succulently sick  And excelling expectation Was the act that signed and sealed My excommunication.  The prevalent promiscuity  So promisingly perfect.  The scent of skin and sweat and flesh Such dear denunciation.  Who knew that from the soul could come Such a pagan premonition?  That such an act is alone The minds own emanation.  That such an act

There was once a garden so beautiful, so pure that time itself did not dare set foot in it. The fruits were full and brightly colored, and their scents hung in the warm air with a sweet flavor that would reach out and cling to your clothes and linger on your tongue. The grass was thick and cool, with no rocks or thistles to stab at bare feet, and no insects to nibble on bared flesh. The breeze was gentle and cool, perfectly contrasted by the warm air. The sky was in a state of perpetual sunset, with the tip of the sun lingering over the western skys, casting the most exuberant shades of reds and oranges, greens and purples across it, and mixi

The mountains quake with uncinstrained fury and the sky hacks its disbelieving lightning laugh while the clouds growl low in the hills. They spit on us,their deluge of tiny, warm droplets that pour down around us. Let them hate that I love you. The demons in the fire cackle and click as they lick out with their burning tongues hissing their cinder-like words and blowing this way and that, hoping one will land upon our bare flesh. and leave its painful mark. Let them hate that I Love You. The restless western wind and the cold north one moan and whisper to one another in astonished insult, as they wrap themselves around our b

You were there when I swore I never needed anyone. When I swore there was no such thing as love. When I swore I would never cry. You were there when I swore they would never get to me. That I would never care what they thought, That I would never look back. You were there when I swore they would never break me, and you where there when I was proven wrong. You where there when Never became Now, and then you swore. I was there when you swore you had never seen someone as perfect as me. when you swore you would never forget me, never leave me. When you swore you would never let me go, would never stop until I was happy. And then y

I am staring at a wall. A blank, empty, barren wall. There are cracks in it. The white paint is chipping. The spray can in my hand is cool, and it cry's rebellion. I hold my breath and stare at this, this wall, and wonder what to write on its frayed beaten surface. Truth? No. As soon as the word is written it becomes a lie. Love? No, to etch it on yet another lifeless surface would only furthur mar it's meaning. Forever? No. For then the wall would be sure to crumble with time. Remember? No. I need to forget it all. I stare at this wall. This Blank Wall. But it's not really blank, is it? The chipped pait that leaves

I know the secret God wanted to keep, And I laid down my hand and said, "Read 'em and weep." Then he looked at the devil, who nodded his head, Then looked back at me and smiled as he said "In knowledge, my child, you win yet you loose, You are cursed with the will to seek for the truth." The devil leaned forward in his fit, silk black suit, Downed a shot and said with aloof, "He's right ya know, kid, You're faced with a choice, Break or bend. Live or die. Silence or Noise." I shook my head, no. I did not understand, As god stood and left, the devil folded his hands. He stood and he circled the table and sighed, "I like you kid

Caught amongst the rampant race Staring into heavens face Wondering if there is a place For you amongst that empty space Something kind of like a star Constant no matter where you are. So perfectly above the bar You envy their right to be so far So daintily far above The crooked world your supposed to love But what right have they to sit and judge? A star knows not of life and love A star has no urge to kiss and tell Has never stood at the gates of hell Has never had to sit and dwell On just how far he might have fell A star knows nothing of win and loose A star fears no hangmans noose They just sit there, high and aloof A

I rode on a raindrop While you lit a shooting star So you would find your way back No matter where you are. And as I tumbled down into the blue abyss I watched you streak across the sky and silently made a wish. I didn't wish for money, I didn't wish for fame, I wished that you would smile Every time you said my name. And I was falling fast As you began to fade, And a tear escaped my eye As the night became the day. And now I'm here alone, and I don't know where you are, But when I feel real lonely, I look for my shooting star. And now and then I see it, And now and then it's there, And it's in those moments When I'm

The world around me is white. Blank. New. Immaculate. Except for the soul shaped holes, Those are black. Corrupted. Lost. I walk along the bleached streets, my head turned to the pavement and the footprints that litter it. They are the only hint I have that someone else has been here. They are my Jackson Pollock proof that there is still hope. My opaque path rambles on, and every so often a pair of footprints veers off and fades to gray in the distance, until there are no footprints left, save my own. I will paint this town, because in a world of black and white, I choose to be a rainbow.