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Open your eyesi.
He promised me that he would teach me how to see.
"Open your eyes," he told me, "open your eyes and just... just look." I did as he said, exhaling and watching the cloud of my breath ghost through the glassy, frosted sunlight.
I saw the world as he must have in that one moment, that late-November afternoon, and I felt alive.
We could have stood there until the end of time, I had thought, could have stood there and nothing would have ever changed.
We were young then.

ii.
His eyes—his eyes were like matches against my skin. It burnt slowly—skin usually burns slowly—but it was a sweet burn, warm and gentle as the beatin

Love is only neurobiologicalYou're accusing me of breaking your heart,
But honey, don't you realize
That something only consisting of muscles
Can't exactly be broken
Your heart is nothing but a
Hollow organ providing your body
With blood
Through pulsative contractions

You're talking about love
But sweetheart, don't you know
That love is nothing but a chemical reaction
Elicited by your brain
A collection of messengers send out
By the same area that controls
Your drive
And now manages your emotions with dopamine

You're complaining about your shattered dreams
Well darling, let me enlighten you
Those dreams of yours are nothing but
Information travelling

Belated Valentinehe bought me a typewriter
and said, "i can't write,
so write me something
beautiful; your words are
sometimes sad but always
powerful."

StratovariusA fire inside her
Like a January jack o'lantern.

Her smile was fading,
As candle wax dripped on her back.

She was as hollow as a Stratovarius.

Skin smooth and strung tight.

Intentionally opaque,
As a substitute for personality,
He collected facts about dead presidents
And French poetes de maudes.

His wallet was heavy
And his utilities shut off.

He doesn't mind the dark
And he has lots of blankets.
Showering was difficult,
But he had friends for that.

He listened to Pearl Jam
And promised himself with crossed fingers.

One day I'll own that violin

Pen to paperPen to paper,
Stick to stone.
Ice to vapour,
Skin to bone.

mirror, mirror.look me in the eyes, tell me who i am today; tell me who i'll be tomorrow. i
want to see those filthy lies swirl away from your tongue and wrap around
my hands in strips of red. i loved you, i wanted to believe that we were the
same but now i'm seeing that i never really knew you at all.

here i am, knees against the cold floor, throwing up everything you ever promised
me. you said it would be alright; you said i'd never have to feel
this way again. i didn't cry when your hands were around my throat, i shut
up and let you take control.

you're going to kill me, you know and i'm going to let you because i don't
know what else i'm

compulsivityi was once
i was

open-shut case train-track rider superhero lion-tamer
wonder man darling god
with the blues.

i was once
a blushing bride, stumbling down the aisle to her final demise
a knife in the back on the wedding night
and laughing champagne happiness.

i was once
the spinal bifada,
a crack in your skull
the birth defect of a thousand suns
and nuclear cosmic background radiation,
governmental lies and
inappropriate compensation.

declaration,
a bar straight through the nipple
brick walls and black-jacket punks.

i was once
a superhero,
a dancer
a lit cigarette in the dark of the night,
smoke rising and spirits going

kiddie poolyou talked me into believing that the shallow kiddie pool in front of us, is actually an ocean.
endless, thrilling, and beyond compare.

you took my hand and together we gave eachother warmth, feelings, time, words, a shirt and a few bracelets that we can't take back.

i saw the world in your hands, through your eyes. my pessimistic world of obsession, chains, possessiveness, and control that i built and maintained all my life, crumbled.
my new world was built, with you as the base. a beautiful, dangerous world full of possibilities, mistakes, pain, smiles, and blissful ache.

rain isn't screaming hurt anymore, instead, it's screaming love.

rulesRules are devised for the fools to abide
Those who sit and bitch and swallow their pride
I'd rather dig my own hole than sell them my soul
I will not subscribe to this form of control

It's like artists told how to paint
How to present and frame their art
Yet, somehow they bow to this form of constraint
How do they even begin to concede and take part?

I largely live by the unwritten laws
The kind you don't see on signposts and doors
Not the kind for the blind to keep them in line
But, the ones that relate for what's right for me and for mine

I don't need to be told Ten Commandments
Before I could talk I knew right from wrong
It's

Lost in silenceI wonder, sometimes
what I can do

to make you

      see
            understand
                              believe

care.

Because too often, I stare into nothingness,
and don't understand.
Perhaps I

                                 &#

autumn of the mindthe clocks are slipping,
losing their grip on time the way
we're letting go of sanity-
reluctantly.

we're being rushed by
quick-drying leaves,
dozing trees and
the sharp tang of jayfeather blue,

beating over-fast to try
and keep up,
catch up,
(but we never will.)

sunkissed smiles are loveon days like this,
i dream of being miles away from here.
of cracks spider-webbing across my ceiling
before caving in
and carrying me beyond a painted horizon.

fissures in a life
that never was
tipping me over a waterfall
of unfulfilled wishes.

splash.

on days like this,
i hope to sometime,
somewhere,
laugh just because my ice cream melted
and smile because i didn't care,
and ate the cone
anyway.

Record PlayerLovely little mistakes fall onto her face
The clouds fumble around, sitting in disgrace
Married to the sky for too long of a time
Crying their eyes out, trying to get by
She's sleeping nights and days looking for a better way
Can't be awake to put in her say
Walking around the drug store, looking for something more
Reasons to stand up or to give into to the floor
Such a bore to sit and stare
Will I worry or won't care
Solitary man confined to a steel cage
Metal bars protect them from his blind rage
Nothing but a rope hanging from the ceiling
He won't try to escape the feeling
Hopeless and loveless, drifting to the next shift
Ni

Lonely palaceThe empty side of the bed
has finally lost its charm
it turned into an icy plateau
where it used to be safe and warm
the cold side of the pillow
lacks a purpose from now on
and this room feels way too big
since the moment you were gone

I miss the sounds in the morning
your feet on the wooden floor
you took the light from all the windows
and left me with an open door
all the water turned to ice
and the fireplace lost its flame
no longer can I call this home
it will never be the same

The sun burns on the roof
but it cannot melt the core
The shattered words and memories
they are frozen to the floor
my eyes are

Love Like YoursLike the coldest silk on summer nights,
your breath is fire to my skin of ice;

You reap rewards by others sown;
in your arms, the time has flown.

Without your wings I fall aflame,
the aching need to have your name,

It burns behind my eyelids now,
and sleep deprives me of solace sound,

when dreams alive in ache of you,
all I can do- is love you true.

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The Hollow City

by ~Tohroe, Mar 29, 2011, 1:38:42 PM
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I've got this feeling like I want to dance in falling ash. I want to revel in the rotting softness of it against my skin, in the morbid beauty of death. I want to lie down and make an angel in the remains of a once great city. I want to be alone in the ruins. I want to run through abandoned streets I own because no one else will have them. I want a broken place to hang my head and hide a smile because I know, eventually, the whole world will come to this.

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~BloodMoonEquinox Apr 8, 2011 Student General Artist

I LOVE the imagery in this!

Very vivid--instant

! Keep up the good work!

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~Tohroe Apr 9, 2011

Thank you! So much.

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~spligity Mar 30, 2011 Student General Artist

man i've always dreamed that once i'd get to run around in a decaying city.
but i wouldn't want to stay cuz id miss the internet and stuff

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~Tohroe Mar 31, 2011

Yes, I expect after the romantic few hours of running around in ash, kicking down walls and just loving it, I'd want a shower, a warm bed, and my laptop.

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