-poetry-ihateemotionI [hat[e]motion]Yeah I was there.I hear I was the villain,I hear I was the villain.Wasnt it simplified?All of us grew,And I never knew it.I hear I was the villain,I hear I was the villain.Fall fast asleep.It was real,And I never knew it.I hear I was the villain,I hear I was the villain.Close this door, hurry.No, I cant close it.We even used to laugh..We will be back.I hear I was the villain,I hear I was the villain.We even still laugh,We will be back.I hear I was the villain,I hear I was the villain.All of us grew,And I never knew it.I hear I was the villain,I hear I was the villain.Yeah, it was real,And I never knew it.
checks and balancesChecks and BalancesLola/Kamaruu@deviantart.comFebruary 5, 2010There's this ugly vase he's always been proud of,Which sits on an also ugly table which is crooked and wobbly.I don't understand why he puts such clutter on display within his painfully-sleek design.And I know how much he hates clutter.I would paint the gray walls red, if he would let me, but my style is too "messy" according to him.I feel there's too much balance here.This romance has become calculated.A piece of paper once covered in hearts around each other's names is now a checkbook filled with pluses and minuses and dollar signs.He's balancing our love.Now I'm seething at him while he watches TV, unaware of my glare.I don't know why I'm suddenly so hateful.I turn off the TV, standing before him with tears in my eyes.He questions me with his gaze, and his overanalyzed balance is teetering.He tenderly asks me what's wrong."I just don't think you should get credit for things we share.""That's okay
madness.A heavy glare cast out of iron.I can feel you watching me from across this room,Bathed in hues of blue,Enough to wash us outAnd blend us into the walls made of my canvas.I painted for you,As you broke pencil after pencil in your hands.Now my nails rake across the serene white canvas,And the walls weep vicious red blood.The sight burns you like acid, and I smile.You're retching, hunched in the cornerAs I dip my paintbrush into the crimson stains.I glide my brush across this empty valley between us,Until I finally give up and immerse my hands into the liquid violence.You can't bear to watch.I paint a portrait of ferocious passion,And I'm swallowing you whole.I throw my hands onto the canvasAnd slowly sweep each palm across the wall.I laugh at your weakness, a short dark laugh, as I drink you in.I hover over you, smiling sickly.This madness is unstoppable, even as my body inches closer.I kneel before youAnd drag my blood soaked hands down your face. Befo