urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hic_jacet_amor hic_jacet_amor hic_jacet_amor 2007-09-17T17:00:48Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hic_jacet_amor:1851 2007-09-15T01:14:19Z 2007-09-17T16:58:42Z "Where We Went Wrong" -- The Hush Sound &nbsp;<a name="cutid1"></a><div class="ljcut" text="9/11/07">Switchblades buried in the sand<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I don't know what that means," he said<br /><br />But then again,<br />Neither does she<br />If only she knew<br />If only she fucking <em>knew<br /></em>How to hold a knife<br />She'd have the world in her hands<br />At her feet<br />In her bed<br /><br />But the punches all fall softly<br />And the kicks a little low<br />And no two people hold their knives the same way<br /><br /></div><br />--------<br /><br /><a name="cutid2"></a><div class="ljcut" text="9/14/07 -- 1">Words spill from my lips<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; like the blood in your veins, ascending towards your skin<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(Could I have accomplished that?)<br /><br />Calculated<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (With no thought at all)<br />Measured<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(With lack of reasoning<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; With lack of value)<br /><br />And there's too much of this running through my system<br /><br />Too many questions<br />Too many fears<br />Too much of myself<br /><br />Someone ought to call an ambulance<br />Before they need to call the coroner<br />Tell them to drain out all of the "me"<br />And replace it with HIMandHERandYOU<br /><br />Repeat<br />Increase<br /><br />Until things stop making sense<br />And I finally understand<br /></div><br /><br />--------<br /><br /><a name="cutid3"></a><div class="ljcut" text="9/14/07 -- 2">"X" marks the spot where her heart ought to be<br />And the smirk on your face where her fist ought to aim<br /><br />But she Can't. Throw. A Punch.<br /><br />In a perfect world<br />In an ideal scenario<br />There'd be blood pooling under surfaces<br />Fingers grazing delicate lines and reasons<br />Whiskey laced veins and breaths<br /><br />But she Can't.&nbsp; Throw.&nbsp; A Punch.<br /><br /><br /><br />I can't throw a punch.<br /></div> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hic_jacet_amor:1619 2007-08-26T21:33:52Z 2007-09-17T17:00:48Z <a name="cutid1"></a><div class="ljcut" text="I Never Can Keep Up, With the Latest Trends"><strong>I Never Can Keep Up, With the Latest Trends<br /><br /></strong>I,<br />I did not cry when you<br />And your lover died<br />When tearstained blooddropped from your eyes<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(Did you know I would go for that?<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Your dagger wounds look so gorgeous from across the room)<br />I despaired<br />Rather<br />When I learned the fashion,<br />Is staying alive<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (Ahead?<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Or behind?<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Failing either way.)<br /></div><br /><a name="cutid2"></a><div class="ljcut" text="Causes, Effects, and Unrelated Chain Reactions"><strong>Causes, Effects, and Unrelated Chain Reactions<br /><br /></strong>They tell me alcohol<br />Alcohol<br />Leads to sex<br />But <em>Love<br /></em>What will lead to Love?<br /><br />Damned Bohemian revolutionaries<br />TruthandLoveandBeautyandFreedom will never be found<br />Love is&nbsp;enslaving and your beauty unfaithful<br /><br />Stop<br /><br />We are all too keen to write about what we know nothing of<br /><br />There are headlights caught in stomachs and you<br />You don't <em>tr</em>(sarcastic grin slathered words<em>)ust </em>&nbsp;this truth<br /><br />Quick!<br />Back to your room!<br />Where you can be alone.<br /><br /></div> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hic_jacet_amor:687 2007-07-07T04:39:26Z 2007-07-07T04:39:26Z "Actions Not Words" -- Crash Romeo Er, right.<br /><br />Poetry journal.<br /><br />Erm....&nbsp;