Auctoritas

We streak the paint across our cheeks As we prepare for our war zones Guns at dawn Feral cries of battle on our lips The rain hides our falling tears In the passions of this rush to glory We missed what they'd told us all along We fall to our knees blinded in the light of truth Scraping the lies from our tongues At the end of this world we fall down down Tumbling freely through the deafening chimes of the clock Spinning slowly we cling to each other Spinning slowly we finally let go I'll never look at you the same again And already I see distain in your eyes Unrelenting torrents drove us apart Eroded our hold on our tenuous gr

Time is mine loath'd enemy As hours I need quickly slip away And on the days I wish to die How slowly the seconds choose to tick by When love fades to animosity Metaphorically ticking - tearing with ferocity At all the moments I tried not to lose Father time's pernicious power eating at my muse I'd like to say that my emotions are not insidious But is love still really love, if it is not invidious?

There's this boy I know who's pretty and smart Who says he's quiet but isn't I want to love him but won't so I'll just run my fingers through his hair and kiss the grains of his face scratchy like heavy sandpaper because he's forgotten what a razor is. He'll tease me and please me and squeeze every last drop of life from my soul and I'll let him because time is infinite but fading faster than a storm, warm and sure pure like the white on a crow. We'll move together in time, fingers entwined like vines, like fine wines we'll taste perfection for a moment. We fall back to earth wondering where we've been but that hardly matters when

"And then," she was saying, "there are those days when you're just not too sure..." It started out as a story. My story, her story. Documenting the days when 'it' was just too much, documenting the days when 'it' just wasn't enough, documenting those same days when 'it' was just too much and just not enough at the same time, leaving us torn and broken inside. "She" is a girl I know, or thought I knew, at least. I hadn't known her very long, but I felt as if I'd known her forever. We'd spend hours together in my room, discussing love, philosophy, life. I felt I'd found someone who knew me inside and out as no one ever did. She began to pull m