You can't hear what I hear, can you?
When I hear Chopin you hear a motorbike engine,
or the sound of horse hoof on cobblestone.
Cluttered, harsh, noisy - maddening;
the sound of the orchestra.
Struck by lightning.
Oh how it sings to me, so softly.
Melodies that weave, dance and trickle,
harmonies; deep, longing and
crescendoing into endless ideas that keep wake
a mind now shocked into action.
I can't see what you see, can I?
these old wounds,
never healing,
but seeping, pulsating
tingling through my vains
Do I see something you don't?
Do I hear things that you won't?
Do I feel things that you can't?
resonating deeply though the strings of an already broken heart.
Can't they feel the beautiful despair?
Lost in sobriety,
stark images of intensity and strain, the everlasting weight of existence
pulling us together, tearing us apart.
My tears mean nothing to you.
We all share this,
yet we are alone.
the terrifying embrace of uncertainty,
as the suns rises once again.
A heart can only give so much. by Infernal-Gates, literature
Literature
A heart can only give so much.
A heart can only give so much.
The flames of joy,
the joy of naive thoughts.
wounded, reeling,
mourning, whimpering,
like a lost and lonely wolf,
howling at a moon,
that never answers.
Memories fade,
they reach and clasp and scramble for my outstretched arm,
they cling to the prescipice, battling the fear of being eternally forgotten.
A dreamlike state of disillusionment and delusion.
So much we have learnt, so much we have shared.
7 years of beauty and heartache, are held deep inside,
and split betweens souls, all connected by memory, if not by reality.
Stinging shards,
thumping hearts,
broken dreams,
self loathing, rage.
rage.
free me.
Weriting makes it seem that thoughts are plentiful,
slipping from a pen, made from the most delicate of silk,
the most beautious of a fair maidens sweat, pouring from her virgin breast,
elegantly presented thoroughsomely in worded words,
which mean, when left in a infinite incription,
after this catastrophe of commas,
absolutely
unpositively
nothing
A Positive Malfunction by Infernal-Gates, literature
Literature
A Positive Malfunction
I am no longer with them
All that is here is flem
laugh, eurgh, haha, hmm, sniff
So is lifted from the back of blocked eyes
thoughtful thoughts aren't really sense.
it seems not so fluently adhesive
this glue parched paper.
the brain?
but yes
yes,
but,
but what i'm really trying to say is,
to get too, after this malfunction of thought, is
i love you.
has it all been said before?
words words
comma, full stop.
words, exclamation!
words comma,
full stop.
paragraph break
more words,
extension on theme
+ words
- thought
blah bah blah bah
bah bah black sheep
have you any depth.
no sir, no sir,
i got lost in pretentious wankery long ago.
Stepping out onto the balcony,
sitting, then waiting
breathing the air, much fresher than normal,
sighing
to light another.
the actions, journeys,
memories, and recent events are discussed and pondered,
yet, i can take nothing in.
eventually, i'm a blank canvas, with my brain switched to 'off'.
Here watching the leaves fall from the eucalypts,
the possums with their beady black eyes, always scrounging for more
"Here, eat some carrot"
and bush turkeys that look so ridiculous that they even make me
smile.
What a life,
a saviour,
except for the cicadas of course,
noisy things they are.
Iced touches sting with old frost.
accumulated from past years forgotten
drawn back, my face contorts- shocked,
she strokes my hands ever gently,
unknowing of how her fingers are burning-
stained, flickering matchsticks.
spark the crackling flame again,
spitting shards of frozen glass.
confused,
her eyes breaks away from mine-
skin.
43% freeze burn.
turning away, she places her forehead against
that wall, a mocking dead end.
what's left, to upraise trembling wings from an earth,
that is suffocating.
fighting unforgiving memories, fate.
screaming with entrapment,
obsessing all focus.
what are you pleading?
not fleeting thro
You can't hear what I hear, can you?
When I hear Chopin you hear a motorbike engine,
or the sound of horse hoof on cobblestone.
Cluttered, harsh, noisy - maddening;
the sound of the orchestra.
Struck by lightning.
Oh how it sings to me, so softly.
Melodies that weave, dance and trickle,
harmonies; deep, longing and
crescendoing into endless ideas that keep wake
a mind now shocked into action.
I can't see what you see, can I?
these old wounds,
never healing,
but seeping, pulsating
tingling through my vains
Do I see something you don't?
Do I hear things that you won't?
Do I feel things that you can't?
resonating deeply though the strings of an already broken heart.
Can't they feel the beautiful despair?
Lost in sobriety,
stark images of intensity and strain, the everlasting weight of existence
pulling us together, tearing us apart.
My tears mean nothing to you.
We all share this,
yet we are alone.
the terrifying embrace of uncertainty,
as the suns rises once again.
A heart can only give so much. by Infernal-Gates, literature
Literature
A heart can only give so much.
A heart can only give so much.
The flames of joy,
the joy of naive thoughts.
wounded, reeling,
mourning, whimpering,
like a lost and lonely wolf,
howling at a moon,
that never answers.
Memories fade,
they reach and clasp and scramble for my outstretched arm,
they cling to the prescipice, battling the fear of being eternally forgotten.
A dreamlike state of disillusionment and delusion.
So much we have learnt, so much we have shared.
7 years of beauty and heartache, are held deep inside,
and split betweens souls, all connected by memory, if not by reality.
Stinging shards,
thumping hearts,
broken dreams,
self loathing, rage.
rage.
free me.
Nerve Clogged
It begins as a thin pulse, creeping slowly, a small etch.
Flowing through vains, painfuly, barely
like clay, slowly hardening
Thickening
finally choked, seams ripped apart
freed, thrown into a dancing playground
Spinning, falling through, turn around
-enjoy the games-
Nerves on the tightrope, unbalanced
Shoulders pushed, wavering on the string which has loosened, trembling
lights send split rays of insanity, that suck you through
Pondering, waiting for the edge to crack
Broken, No more fighting
Let the crawling branches overtake,
infect every pore and clench harder
Awake, struggling, yet numbed
(Give yourself
Thrown Souls
Thrown souls merge, joining,
melding to become one.
Slowly dripping away,
into a beautiful mess
Tension creeping silently through the walls
Shakes and stirs around us
Tapping quietly on my shoulder
Creeping gently across your back
Smooth silken locks of hair fall,
brushing so slightly against my cheek,
hands quiver softly on your neck
strangely terrified
Awoken
It sifts so quickly through the fingers, feebly grasping
like grains of sand, unsaveable
but the breeze picks up and brings you back
To start it all again
Halted time, fight the ticking, urging us,
to bring this to an end
space, smooth sparks of energy
float gracefully past the relaxed gaurd of time
Break through.
Be held in a perfect freeze frame
Close your eyes.
Hold together our new dimension,
as it will crack and tremble without you there,
making our water walls complete.
I will curse the first drip
Test Subject
Lay me down,
slice me up
black rimmed boxes
treat it like worthless flesh.
scrape the bone
Hypnotised
carve deep into the spine
Doctors and thieves
both wear a mask
Flicked open
stunned
disorientated
White Jail
Incessant beeping
constant beeping
twitches away
Driving insanity
A life so close to death
Inject the metal
Silence the screams
Feel their suffering
watch the wince, twitch
but fall silently
at limited peace
please let them lay their heads
and eternally rest,
merciless meat magicians.
autumn medley part one by smoke-faeries, literature
Literature
autumn medley part one
Swift moving
I glide,
hips poised and swing swing
Faster says that little voice
the sweat turns to icicles on my lips
this is hyperspeed
pure energy
they absorb it as I pass
entranced
or maybe that's just me
I've never felt so alive
Under the trees I move like a leopard
Watch me dance on blades,
You watch me.
I'm faster that Courtney love into the bottle.
Then there comes the rhythm,
That second rush and time stills
I am past this place
But so much entwined
This is my moment
These are my trees, and the multitudes of foliage and life attached to them is as much a part of me as the hairs sewn into my scalp
Old friend sit
black blood droplets
dripping from her nails
darkness enhanced -
and the colours pale
the chair upon which she sleeps
once adorned
with bright flowers
is now an arm
where your eyes can weep
apples roll across
the floor
they were important
but not anymore
all that matters -
her limp pose
and he who left
with nimble touch
a single white rose
one day
i walked out on the pavement
and felt my toes falling between the cracks
visions of grandeur and romanticism leaking between my fingers like red ink
and you just watched from a tree by the road
your silver tongue dragging your lip down horribly
one night
i felt the twilight air on my cheek
silky and dangerous filled with seduction like spilled mercury
we danced under the stars, pinpricks in the canvas
velvet and unreasonable darkness surrounded us
until we surrended to the approaching dawn
stick a needle up the root of my tooth
collapse & leave a penstain on the sheets
they weren't washed for months before last week,
and too many mornings i woke up sleeping on pencils
and scissors.
my tooth canal is raw and painful
and my self-destruction is far less complex.
squeezing my brain reduces the headache
and chewing paper keeps my mind functioning.
but my tooth; oh dear, my tooth was not forgiving
kepy me up all night as it crept up my jaw.
we are but flesh and chemical reactions;
more switches than you could ever recreate,
on/off buttons all over us,
that's how we decide,
and my tooth chose 'no'.
so i dropped the nee
Current Residence: Newcastle Favourite genre of music: Progressive Metal Favourite style of art: Nothing Operating System: Os X MP3 player of choice: records and cd's are way better... Personal Quote: Meaning and clarity is slowly lost when things are overthought.
Favourite Visual Artist
Frederik Thordendal
Favourite Movies
Fight Club, Ed Wood, The Meaning of Life...
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Meshuggah, Opeth, ISIS, Converge, Nile, Type O Negative, Ion Dissonance DEP,
Favourite Writers
Tomas Haake, Mikael Akerfeldt
Tools of the Trade
things and such
Other Interests
Music is my biggest interest, playing and listening to