Saturday, January 22, 2011
split personality..
there is a facebook.com/seanantonia and a seanantonia.blogspot.com, not try and chose, which one is the real me?
A Paradise Lost
A Paradise Lost 1/19/11
She ate the forbidden fruit,
Knowledge from thy sector.
She tore out her heart,
A gift for the predecessor.
“Don’t judge me,
I’ve given my heart to the tree.”
“Don’t punish me, I’ve given my soul to thee.”
His eyes grasp her, beauty ever so keen,
Staring at her reflection but truly not seeing.
A battle within is a secret with out.
She battles, win or lose, its all for the tree.
“Please don’t defeat me,
Let me bathe in your own secrecy
Teach me the knowledge of thy tree.”
“No matter how you try
Now matter what you give
No matter if you die
Defeated will not be
With thy soul, thy power, thy being of the tree.”
“A fallen leaf,
Endless grief.
For a soul lost
In yester moments brief.”
He turns away, glance back, a crumbled being.
“If thy tree could only see what thy beauty means to me.
Given thy soul, given thy heart, given thy life,
Why art thou not with me?”
Thy beauty glances back
No longer felt with thy tree.
“Thy beauty has gone away from me.
Why couldn’t I see thy one was meant for me?
Take thy soul, take thy power, take thy existence,
Only later, with thy light, with thy true love
Be intertwined with his beauty.”
She ate the forbidden fruit,
Knowledge from thy sector.
She tore out her heart,
A gift for the predecessor.
“Don’t judge me,
I’ve given my heart to the tree.”
“Don’t punish me, I’ve given my soul to thee.”
His eyes grasp her, beauty ever so keen,
Staring at her reflection but truly not seeing.
A battle within is a secret with out.
She battles, win or lose, its all for the tree.
“Please don’t defeat me,
Let me bathe in your own secrecy
Teach me the knowledge of thy tree.”
“No matter how you try
Now matter what you give
No matter if you die
Defeated will not be
With thy soul, thy power, thy being of the tree.”
“A fallen leaf,
Endless grief.
For a soul lost
In yester moments brief.”
He turns away, glance back, a crumbled being.
“If thy tree could only see what thy beauty means to me.
Given thy soul, given thy heart, given thy life,
Why art thou not with me?”
Thy beauty glances back
No longer felt with thy tree.
“Thy beauty has gone away from me.
Why couldn’t I see thy one was meant for me?
Take thy soul, take thy power, take thy existence,
Only later, with thy light, with thy true love
Be intertwined with his beauty.”
Sunday, January 16, 2011
first day back..
look this way, ive turned into the wall
look this way, ive turned into the sky
look this way, ive turned into the ground
dont look inside of me please
eyes like daggers, pierce my soul
emotions like poison, take me now
our story has been written, no longer intertwined
dont hold me over the fire, fallen already on deadly spikes.
no need of your aide, already have destroyed thyself
no need of your judgement, already have placed thyself
no need of your story, a new chapter has begun
but you will forever remember the one that short lived
throw the days into the fire, throw the nights into the water
end the journey inward, no longer a necessity, take a new
step in a different direction.
(Here is the photo of the piece of paper i wrote this poem on on the first day back from break. more to come pretty much. have endless words that need to be linked together jumping around in my brain, i think im weird.)
look this way, ive turned into the sky
look this way, ive turned into the ground
dont look inside of me please
eyes like daggers, pierce my soul
emotions like poison, take me now
our story has been written, no longer intertwined
dont hold me over the fire, fallen already on deadly spikes.
no need of your aide, already have destroyed thyself
no need of your judgement, already have placed thyself
no need of your story, a new chapter has begun
but you will forever remember the one that short lived
throw the days into the fire, throw the nights into the water
end the journey inward, no longer a necessity, take a new
step in a different direction.
(Here is the photo of the piece of paper i wrote this poem on on the first day back from break. more to come pretty much. have endless words that need to be linked together jumping around in my brain, i think im weird.)
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