Where Choice Meets Obligation by ForTheTaking, literature
Literature
Where Choice Meets Obligation
Out of modesty
a lie i did commit...
though, out of honesty
this i must admit.
These nights do pierce.
it's a bullet to the chest,
an empty pillow a next
another dream laid to rest.
These miles have been very ungracious
and not because they keep our bodies at bay
but because even if you were but a millimeter within reach
my heart would still be worlds away.
you've been gone
seems nearly a century,
for this can you blame me?
So please, Love,
forgive my behavior.
this unkind goodbye i've issued
is the only means of recovery i know.
forgive,
my long pauses
my empty glances
my distant voice.
So please, Love,
forgive
This Love Is Your Love by ForTheTaking, literature
Literature
This Love Is Your Love
This sacrificial love that ebbs infinitely from Him
cloaks my inadequecies endlessly.
The tender touch that soothes
can calm the most thunderous quiver
that i could ever encounter.
the troubles that weigh so heavily
on this worrisome vessel
are lifted with assurance in His voice.
The authority of His stride;
powerful without effort,
purposeful intent
crushing everything vile
beneath His feet.
I can only hope to obtain
the radiance He projects.
the heart, soul and mind
with which He speaks.
if only...
i could love with the way He does.
selfless not selfish.
to give abundantly as He.
This love is Your love.
I swear,
if this ground swallowed us whole
together we'd go willingly,
knowing,
there's so much more waiting.
and i swear,
if this ground did relieve,
we'd be content with the beautiful abyss we've created.
we'd leave behind this lullful life
and embrace what's more meaningful.
together,
we'd walk hand in hand
and wherever our feet do so tread,
there,
would sprout seeds of passion.
and from the depths,
arise life to this decayed land we once grazed.
and i swear,
if this ocean were to lure us in,
we'd be content with the gallows we'd inhabit.
together,
we'd swim these deadly seas
and conquer all that lies b
This is all that's left.
the making of a mess.
understand,
the consequence of evidence
and the path it's laid out ahead.
cover your bases,
clear your corners.
this runaway may be your only chance at redemption.
is it in you...
to pardon all that you fathom...
for a possibility that vindication lay in the great unknown?
if the answers are barren and desolate
understand,
you've caused it.
you've created this,
the making of a mess.
is it in you...
to bear the weight of pitch black hearts
and the sympathy they lack?
i fear you'll undermine the strength they attain.
i fear you'll crumble as fast as you came.
i fear this r
Stationary For Eternity by ForTheTaking, literature
Literature
Stationary For Eternity
Lately love
we've become the stillest of mannequins
concealing much
and leaving all to assumption.
Our words have grown as archaic as cursive.
but even so,
i believe...
In your love,
im the queen of all thrones,
the famest of all knowns.
with you darling
there is never worry
only certainty.
In your love,
i am the meekest peacekeeper
the humblest with tongue in cheek.
with you darling
there is never unrest
only happiness.
In your love,
i am the strongest of all romans and greeks
the richest of the grandest thieves.
with you darling,
there is only satisfaction
in knowing...
that forever mannequins we'll be.
t
The problem here is this,
I love.
I love more than I'm allowed.
I love enough for two,
enough for giving and receiving.
I love so much because I myself lack love.
I enfold myself into these fallacies of perfection,
that because i love, i am too be loved.
because i continue to believe that goodness breeds goodness.
but that isnt so.
Indeed, it's quite backwards.
I love the most unlovable...
the most challenging....
the most undeserving.
and the most pitiful is this;
i loved perpetually regardless of overuse.
so what is this vacant heart to do?
but continue to love.
without such a notable heart
what is left?
but a
Comrade,
forgive my manners,
for it's been years since we've been heart to heart.
Rather than validity,
we've chosen fallacy.
Remember the days of youthful spite,
recall the ways you dared
challenge me with all your might.
Revive the fervor in your heart;
your passion so adamant
to dangle defeat within my grasp
and dazzle darkness within sight.
Comrade,
forgive my manners.
For in these sentences I've been quite frank.
Rather than subtlety,
I've chosen agility.
Now Comrade,
It's of you to conclude;
will you see this as a bit of courtesy
or will this be a poor design of informality?
Will you accept inaccuracy
Where Choice Meets Obligation by ForTheTaking, literature
Literature
Where Choice Meets Obligation
Out of modesty
a lie i did commit...
though, out of honesty
this i must admit.
These nights do pierce.
it's a bullet to the chest,
an empty pillow a next
another dream laid to rest.
These miles have been very ungracious
and not because they keep our bodies at bay
but because even if you were but a millimeter within reach
my heart would still be worlds away.
you've been gone
seems nearly a century,
for this can you blame me?
So please, Love,
forgive my behavior.
this unkind goodbye i've issued
is the only means of recovery i know.
forgive,
my long pauses
my empty glances
my distant voice.
So please, Love,
forgive
This Love Is Your Love by ForTheTaking, literature
Literature
This Love Is Your Love
This sacrificial love that ebbs infinitely from Him
cloaks my inadequecies endlessly.
The tender touch that soothes
can calm the most thunderous quiver
that i could ever encounter.
the troubles that weigh so heavily
on this worrisome vessel
are lifted with assurance in His voice.
The authority of His stride;
powerful without effort,
purposeful intent
crushing everything vile
beneath His feet.
I can only hope to obtain
the radiance He projects.
the heart, soul and mind
with which He speaks.
if only...
i could love with the way He does.
selfless not selfish.
to give abundantly as He.
This love is Your love.
I swear,
if this ground swallowed us whole
together we'd go willingly,
knowing,
there's so much more waiting.
and i swear,
if this ground did relieve,
we'd be content with the beautiful abyss we've created.
we'd leave behind this lullful life
and embrace what's more meaningful.
together,
we'd walk hand in hand
and wherever our feet do so tread,
there,
would sprout seeds of passion.
and from the depths,
arise life to this decayed land we once grazed.
and i swear,
if this ocean were to lure us in,
we'd be content with the gallows we'd inhabit.
together,
we'd swim these deadly seas
and conquer all that lies b
This is all that's left.
the making of a mess.
understand,
the consequence of evidence
and the path it's laid out ahead.
cover your bases,
clear your corners.
this runaway may be your only chance at redemption.
is it in you...
to pardon all that you fathom...
for a possibility that vindication lay in the great unknown?
if the answers are barren and desolate
understand,
you've caused it.
you've created this,
the making of a mess.
is it in you...
to bear the weight of pitch black hearts
and the sympathy they lack?
i fear you'll undermine the strength they attain.
i fear you'll crumble as fast as you came.
i fear this r
Stationary For Eternity by ForTheTaking, literature
Literature
Stationary For Eternity
Lately love
we've become the stillest of mannequins
concealing much
and leaving all to assumption.
Our words have grown as archaic as cursive.
but even so,
i believe...
In your love,
im the queen of all thrones,
the famest of all knowns.
with you darling
there is never worry
only certainty.
In your love,
i am the meekest peacekeeper
the humblest with tongue in cheek.
with you darling
there is never unrest
only happiness.
In your love,
i am the strongest of all romans and greeks
the richest of the grandest thieves.
with you darling,
there is only satisfaction
in knowing...
that forever mannequins we'll be.
t
The problem here is this,
I love.
I love more than I'm allowed.
I love enough for two,
enough for giving and receiving.
I love so much because I myself lack love.
I enfold myself into these fallacies of perfection,
that because i love, i am too be loved.
because i continue to believe that goodness breeds goodness.
but that isnt so.
Indeed, it's quite backwards.
I love the most unlovable...
the most challenging....
the most undeserving.
and the most pitiful is this;
i loved perpetually regardless of overuse.
so what is this vacant heart to do?
but continue to love.
without such a notable heart
what is left?
but a
Comrade,
forgive my manners,
for it's been years since we've been heart to heart.
Rather than validity,
we've chosen fallacy.
Remember the days of youthful spite,
recall the ways you dared
challenge me with all your might.
Revive the fervor in your heart;
your passion so adamant
to dangle defeat within my grasp
and dazzle darkness within sight.
Comrade,
forgive my manners.
For in these sentences I've been quite frank.
Rather than subtlety,
I've chosen agility.
Now Comrade,
It's of you to conclude;
will you see this as a bit of courtesy
or will this be a poor design of informality?
Will you accept inaccuracy
Homesick In June by moretolifethanthis, literature
Literature
Homesick In June
I put my charm inside this box.
This road trip will be a long one,
and the tape is tangled up leaving
us with the scene of quiteness.
Your eyes captivate my heart,
hypnotizing my mind.
I can just go to sleep watching your eyes.
The world is my biggest stage,
and I guarantee to put a good show no
matter what the weather is going to be.
I know that if I dont say that you are the
one for me i would be commiting a sin for lying.
Can you see that i am celebrating christmas
in June? I put up all the lights so that the
scene will represent our first kiss.
You always make my eyes turn no matter
what you wear because you are so be
hello
did you hurt yourself again?
are you sorry
for the pain you have created?
ill be sorry
for this absent minded kiss
you share with another
ill be sorry for you
when can we remember
when does this become a memory
when does this moment
slip into eternity
fall into the past
im trying to forget
forgetting how
im falling on the floor...
youre just standing there staring
this room is spinning
but you stay perfectly still
when can i remember
that i forgot my love for you
when?
is it now?
are you for real?
what i feel
is that i cant
i never will
this is too strong
i can forgive
and give you my other cheek
prepare my
As Far As Eyes Can See by ForTheTaking, literature
Literature
As Far As Eyes Can See
If i could,
i'd rip my eyes out of their sockets
and sew them into yours;
i'd make you look at what's in their path,
what's at hand.
if i could,
i'd cut open my chest
and hand you my heart at its weakest.
i'd show you the void that's missing at its core.
i'd give it to you for keeps,
do with it as you will.
if i could,
i'd hypnotize you in the deepest trance.
i'd tell you everything i've
been cringing to say.
i'd tell you what's been keeping me from sleep.
i'd say it with clarity and validity,
and then maybe
you would see...
if i could,
i'd give you EVERYTHING as far as eyes can see.
i'd give you Saturn and
soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. last night was pretty much amaziiiing! went to the glass house to see facing new york and coheed and cambria. twas a much needed lifter of sorts. like all other bands i've seen.. they were better live. and claudio.. that stud... he played guitar with a violin bow... it was great... ahhhhh... orgasmic. i need another good show.. suggestions?? :stereo: