untitled

the suicide note

of the divine

was nothing more

than a love letter.

the empty house collection

IOU A FALL -- (the empty house collection)

I AM ----LOCKED -- (the empty house collection)

LEAVE A NOTE -- (the empty house collection)

LOCKED DOORS -- (the empty house collection)

Disclaimer:  While, it's true, this format of this collection is entirely my own, the sad fact of the matter is that I do not own the pictures (or some cases, fragments of pictures) or the people in them.  They belong to BBC's Sherlock, one of the best shows in the world.  The first picture is not my favorite at all, and is quoting Jim Moriarty in his meeting with  Sherlock during "The Reichenbach Fall" (Season 2, Episode 3).  The second picture(s) is(/are) Irene Adler.  The words "I am (sher)locked" comes from "A Scandal in Belgravia" (Season 2, Episode 2).  The third picture is from "The Reichenbach Fall", the scene of Sherlock's 'fatal' jump, and the words are quoting him.  The last picture is of Jim Moriarty and quoting his words in the episode "The Reichenbach Fall".  So, clearly, I don't own this.  I just had fun with it, okay?

angelic

it fell from its lips like stardust
                          the last capture of light
                                before the end; or even

like diamonds, so polished
                           that it poured from my hands
                                 like sand;

like a revelation, a humble stand
                           of the last trees, ocean, and sky
                                  before man;

like someone who could speak the language of hearts
                           blunt and wonderful and so
                                  full of love; oh, yes,

it fell,
        the prayer,
                        like stardust

you're my brother and i love you.

you...

disloyal

oh,

i'm

loyal.

to 

them.

who? 

 these

 so

 called

 gods?

to

people,

Lucifer.  

people

so

 you're

willing

 to 

die 

for 

a 

pile 

of 

cockroaches.

 why?

because

Dad 

was 

right.  

they 

are 

better 

than 

us.

they

are

broken,

flawed,

abortions.

right

they're

flawed

but 

a

lot 

of

them

try

to

do

better,

to

forgive...

and 

you

should

see

the

spearmint

rhino...

i've 

been 

riding 

the 

pine 

for 

a 

long 

time 

but 

i'm 

in 

the 

game 

now.  

and 

i'm 

not 

on 

your 

side 

or 

Michael's. 

i'm 

on 

their's.

brother,

don't

make

me

do

this

no

one

makes

us

do

anything

i 

know

you

think

you're

doing

the

right

thing,

Gabriel,

but

i

know

where

your

heart

truly

lies.

here.

Disclaimer:  This wonderful dialogue is something I don't own.  It comes from an episode of the CW's Supernatural, "The Hammer of the Gods" (Season 5, episode 19), towards the end when one angel and, er, the Devil are having a conversation.  This is said conversation.  I don't own this any way, am not making profit from it, yada yada yada.  I just wanted to admire it, because it's amazing.  It really, really is.

subway codes (look at beginnings, never endings)

Just in time
in time for what?
moments, fragments, shattered

Magnificent
or is it just beautiful
righteous
in murder -- no
anyone could do that
rich -- the name, dear --
tea for two
yellow paint and three letters.

a fall
never stop
doctor?

Silence in the graveyard, today
honey, you should see me in a crown.
endings are so boring
regal, ice-man and virgin,
locked doors -- man with a key is king
over the moon
ciphered in digits
killed with kindness? no.

Home, heart, hero,
only time will tell,
look at me now,
made to believe in
endings.
simple fairytales.




(Note:  disjointed?  i know.  but try looking at the edges.  one letter at a time.)

the saddest song -- Linda Strawberry

Guys.

Screw flippin' Adele.

who's fault is that

who was i kidding
when i said 41?



i'm back down to forty.



yeah?
and who's fault is that?



keep your opinion to yourself


and broadcast yours?  



pray tell, what's next?

the saddest song is the one that only you can sing

I.

i am so afraid
that i've fooled myself into
thinking "i'm happy"



II.

i once thought that it
would be okay, but now i
only wait and see



III.

some people feel sad --
at certain times of their lives--
but i feel happy.



IV.

the worst part is that
at the time you see nothing
but what could have been



V.

when i have nothing
left to say, that's when i'll know
that i will die soon.



VI.

tell me it's okay, and
i won't believe you, but that's
fine, 'cause i don't care.



VII.

it isn't so hard
anymore, but i can still
feel it in my heart.

41 (the counting days)

it is gone

the days

the countdown

i never made it past 40

interesting enough

and it is gone

i had wondered

what it'd feel like

perhaps like a rising sun

or perhaps like a flower bloom

but never

this

never expected it to feel so good

i do not remember this

i wonder if i ever did

speak the language that so many speak

and i wonder if many actually do speak it

it is gone

and i made it

perhaps i had glimpsed it

just once

before

when

the 

days

counted

but this

this

is something

that i could not have imagined

this is real

and i am here

and i can feel it

so much

that it almost overwhelmed me

and how did i not know this before?

and what changed?

how did this happen?

i can remember

the counting days

and i remember

the dark

and the bad

and it felt nothing like this

this...

this is like looking at forever

and how did i not see it?

my days are still counting

but never, never like before

it is gone

and my days have started

counting up.

eyelash wishes

my words flow

and on and on they go

but i think it would be nice

if, sometime,

someone would pretend to hear them

and (maybe) understand.

"Sorry if it's a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot; it's actually quite the opposite."

radiant

beautiful

graceful

loveless

heartless

burning

hatred

bright

breathtaking

singed

wings

blue

gold

fire

surrounded

caged

feared

vengeful

voiced

alive

star

mourning

brother

son

betrayer

lover

the

only

one 

who 

will

forever

be 

cold

and

so

very

alone.