Incense

Incense


Ive lived my whole life inside an incense stick,
just burning away with nothing to show.
Nothing but ashes, waiting for the wind to blow.
My presence lingering only briefly, sickeningly thick.


{Chorus}
you could burn 100 more like me every day,
but you wouldnt want to anyway.
Just one is enough
to rattle the complaints,
of the neigh-bours above.

Seemingly packaged with all of the others - do i smell the same?
And do the only things that make me unique
just fade into the gray?
Is there anything else
that gives a face to the name?
Maybe its my fault.
Maybe I'm to blame?

So just burn me for a little while longer,
just so I can smile -
and pretend that I am stronger. (echo: "pretend that I am stronger")
I promise not to try and choke you up,
as your lungs fill up,
with all that I am.
Please just dont forget to breathe me in.

Breathe me in (x3)

{Chorus}
You could burn 100 more like me every day,
but you wouldnt want to anyway.
Just one is enough
to rattle the complaints,
of the neigh-bours above.

Seemingly packaged with all of the others - do i smell the same?
or do the only things that make me unique
just fade into the gray?
is there anything else
that gives a face to the name?
Maybe its my fault.
Maybe I'm to blame?

Burn me at the ends and burn me slow
cause baby, I'm here and I dont wanna go.
Burn me from top to bottom until I go out. (go out)
Then take my remains,
but dont take them far. (not too far)
keep me right where i want to be. (echo: "where i want to be")
...next to your heart.

Next to your heart (x5)

Changes

It's interesting; the things that change. The seasons change from warm to hot. From cool to Cold. Then back again. The colours of the sky change. The flavour of the things that we eat. Our tastes in clothing. Our taste in music. Our taste in friends. Speaking of friends, it isn't difficult to see who the real ones are. All that one need do is simply become in possession of something that someone else wants. Be it something tangible, like a new car. Or something more important. Something less tangible, like love.

There are those who will stop at nothing once you have love when they are lacking it. They would rather you suffer right along with them than take any amount of joy in your happiness. Not only do they not have the love of others, but they lack the love of themselves. Because of this lack of self appreciation, they create a self-fulfilling prophecy of loathing and self-destruction.These people aren't always the easiest to spot. Other times they are. But don't be fooled dear readers. They're out there; hissing in the shadows with their poisonous prose and sharpened tongues lying in wait to brainwash those around them to drag them down with them. I know one of these people. And, because I wish to reserve a certain level of political socio-economics, they will remained unnamed.

You know who you are if you are reading this and have doubts. It is you. One day you will see the decay that follows you and how, in your own way, you have beget it. Perchance you'll look back and damn yourself inside for the people you've burned. For the damage you've done, and for the childish and immature propaganda which you attempted to spread. Just remember this one thing:


Some flowers only bloom once.

Mistress

Her kiss - it lingers on my lips.
as sweet and soft
as plucked rose hips.

Her embrace, it holds me down,
but somehow her touch eludes me.
We could go out on the town,
but her plans do not include me.

She'll run away,
destroy my day,
her scent trailing on behind her.
Oh to be in her tumultuous wake!

I'll catch her soon,
if not by noon,
then pleasure I cannot take.

My heart is hers - if not my soul.
Without her I am not whole.

I will give,
but she will not keep.
This seductive mistress...
...I call......
......"Sleep".

Dear Unknown...

I'm really not even sure what to say here. This one is going to be on the fly here, L&G. I've just received some news; faint whispers of blasphemy uttered beneath the breath of benighted haters. If theres one thing I hate more than anything else, it is how some people have the ability to act one way and think another. Not to save face and to be polite, but to cut, to dig in beneath the flesh, and to burrow their little heads so they can suck the life out of people. well FUCK YOU!! I care not to be in your company. At first you were alright, then you besmirched me. After a stint of time, you were tolerable again, but not really. Well, you've done it again. How about this time you just stay the fuck away? God, I tell you, How you can make such a gross mistatement of what you deem to be a "fact." You couldnt be more wrong and the only reason you feel how you do is because of your own deep insecurities of which you are partially the cause. Just the sound of your name is enough to cause my blood to boil. That probably wont ever change. your sweeping generalizations and cutting tongue: they can just sweep you beneath the rug of society and stab you in your own back as far as I'm, concerned. You will likely never know ( at least not for a very long time) that I know how it went down. Your plastic face has finally melted throughly off. I hope you choke on it. I hope it burns all..the way....down. Good by facade. Goodbye to you.








Sincerely,
Alexxander

The Patchwork Heart

When Benny Franklin said that the only two things that are guaranteed in life are death and taxes, he could not have been further from the truth. Many other things are also guaranteed. You will love, you will hate, you will lose, you will win, you will be wrong, you will be right, you will laugh, and you will cry, you will make the right decision, and you will make the wrong one. All of these things can happen on the same day and even be caused by the same event; by the same person.

Sometimes we cause the most grief for the ones that we love. Whether it be for our parents when we bicker over trivial things, with a friend over a misunderstanding, or with a life partner over our feelings. And, even though our intentions may be grounded in the most positive of foundations, sometimes we go beyond the purpose of those feelings and we bend them inextricably out of shape if those feelings are not immediately returned in the same fashion - thereby making the original emotion void. Intentions don't override consequence. Nor do they nullify words said or actions made in the heat of the moment. Sometimes the most precious time in our life is the few seconds between what we think and what we say or do. Not always do we use that brief moment responsibly though.

With all the mistakes we will make in life it is important that we learn and we grow from them. What's more important than that is how we learn from them. Do you make the same mistake again? Or do you alter the motion of your hand to keep from pricking yourself once more? Our life can easily be compared to the construction of a great quilt. As we slowly put the patchwork together, we will no doubt poke ourselves along the way with the needle of error. At the time, it will hurt, and we will bleed. The further into the creation of this quilt we are the harder it will be to replace the stained patch of fabric. So, we continue and we look back occasionally at where we went wrong. As long as we understand that even though it hurt when it happened, it's alright now. Sure, it'll happen again, but it's not the end of the world. The quilt will still be a thing of beauty once it is complete. Those little mistakes will be what make it so perfectly beautiful.

Beyond Reproach

Tuesday, January 27th, 2009 She inhaled a quick, tremulous breath and let it out slowly, allowing her eyes to slide closed against the overwhelming anxiety that his mere presence evoked, especially when he stood just close enough for her to feel his warm breath upon the back of her head and neck as he spoke..... "Do you trust me?"he asked, firmly but quietly, though almost daring her to say 'no'. She tried to nod a reply, but was taken back at the displeased growl that demanded she audibly voice her answer... "Yes," she breathed, a tremor slithering down her spine at the nails that raked tauntingly over the sensitive skin of her neck to trickle along her jawline with something akin to adoration. He would not give her the pleasure of vocalizing his affections, instead preferring to make them known through his actions. "You are so beautiful," he purred with seething lust, inclining his head to rain kisses upon her throat from his position behind her. Regardless of her obstinate desire to become one with the mystifying darkness that seduced her so, she remained--as always--the light that complemented his own dark; the purity that challenged his corruption. He needed her, he knew, if he was to keep the beast within himself quelled... if only until the next time..... His mind reeled at the mere scent of her anticipation: salty as human sweat, though sweet, and yet, tainted with something sour and tragic... sugar-coated despair. He chuckled hoarsely. He didn't know what kind of game she was trying to play, or whether she was even playing it with him or inflicting such upon herself. He'd be damned if he didn't emerge the victor, in either case. She tipped her head back as a hand descended down her chest, traveling back up to rest heavily a the base of her throat. He took a step forward so his front now rested along the length of her back, his free arm sliding around her torso to hold her tightly and securely in place against his heated body. He sighed as his heart pounded furiously against her back, feeling her own pulse flutter beneath his fingers. She brought a tentative hand to the back of his head, fingertips delving softly into silken tresses. Her lips parted to allow the entrance and exit of yet another quivering breath that swiftly crescendoed into a sound reminiscent of what one might expect from a kicked puppy. His fingers teased her most sensitive of areas, dancing just along the sleek opening before plunging forward a time or two and then abandoning the vicinity altogether. A deep, amorous rumble echoed from the depths of his throat as he licked the sweet, tantalizing juices from his fingers, his mind going hazy at the intoxication it seemed to elicit. He caressed her small, modest breasts, gently at first, then with a fervor that only served to fuel the animal within as, so on and so forth, he devoured her: mind, body and soul, until neither of them could even take the time to draw a full breath. Once it was done, he cradled her panting and trembling form in his arms, stroking her hair as he whispered words of praise and reverence in her ear. For now the demon was sated, and sated it would remain until once again the sight, feel, and essence of her young, pliant body proved too much; until the thought of those pretty, ethereal blue eyes pleading for him became more than he could bear. Even then, as she did now, she would smile sweetly up at him, the only man worthy of the privilege to rule her as he pleased without fear of reproach or repulsion. And she would lean in after a nod of assent, and claim his heart through the most chaste of kisses. And he would surrender it to her, if only for the remainder of the night....... I wrote this story back in the summer of 2007 and is in NO way related to the Twilight series.

16 Things You Should NEVER Do

1. Check your texts in bed. To a woman, that's like having a threesome with your boss.


2. Ask for a kiss. Her eyes will say yes or no, and nothing kills the mood like asking for a translation.


3. Wear low-rise jeans. So what if David Beckham flashes his hash in every other men's magazine? It's important to have some sack, not show it!


4. Mess with another man's automobile. I don't care if he stole your wife, your job, AND your dog. It's blasphemy.


5. Send an angry e-mail. Have the huevos to pick up the phone or, better yet, have a tête-à-tête. Fireworks aren't just for Independence Day.

6. Snoop through her e-mail, closets, or medicine chest. There's probably nothing there you need to worry about. But rest assured, you'll find something you don't want to see.


7. Forget an undershirt. Go ahead, let 'em see you sweat. Just don't let 'em see sweat creeping out from your underarms like dark, foreboding tunnels to your moistened soul.


8. Four words: inner-thigh adductor machine. It might be a tough-to-reach muscle group, but there's never been a better way to strain your self-esteem.


9. Talk politics or religion with new friends. And if you consider sports one of the two, leave that off the table as well.


10. Talk salary. The more you make, the easier it is to cheapen your image.


11. Have that extra drink. You know, the one that takes you from hilarious to hyena. Always respect your tippling point.


12. DIY plumbing. You think it looks easy. Then your house falls down. Water, like Hulk Hogan's wife, is not to be flirted with. I learned from this with my dad.


13. Leer. Sure, her buttons are quivering to rein in her pendulous bosoms. Sure, it looks "cold in here." And sure, each giggle causes her chest to sway suggestively. But "pervert" isn't a label you can just peel off. I have that lable.


14. Argue with a cop. You were caught. Own up. Accept defeat. The only thing you win in that battle is a humid cell and a roommate nicknamed Stabby.


15. Hang anything—your cellphone, your keys—on your belt. You'll never get laid again. True story.

16. Never, I cannot stress this enough, NEVER call your girlfriend a "bitch" during an argument. It is one word that you will not be able to take back. No matter how hard you try.


Sometimes I forget to adhere to these myself.