desparation is evident

[the following is a collection of very bad, odd, separate ramblings that have found their way into my notebook. many are incomplete or lines i liked from incomplete ones. i hope i won't bore/confuse you too much.]

take this no more we must
we're overlooked,
betrayed by those
who don't realize
that they're just like us.
so, let emerge a new insight
softly sparkling as if it may be right

their cruel words no longer sting. i will face no further how this is. i smiled before this love, now i smile as i bleed. enthralled by the apparent light, their eyes shine with joy. yet i am left in the shadows, to admire this crystalline dream. i was consumed by the floor, and i was hopeless. now i assure myself that reality is different that i'd imagined.

this, dear, begins something to rue. they'll radiate illustrious danger, just as i have before told you. note how it seemingly brings new light through the cracks. the hidden malevolence draws so-called angels. tonight, we, from elsewhere, are to pretend to admire this story in all its supposed light. we waited under a starless night that drowned every sound like the deepest ocean. we saw you and then heard the repetitive radio "you'll acquire wings. it's the truth! hold it close." they sang how bright city lights must not illuminate their eyes and be overshadowed. i swear i saw the spotlight. they fell to tears. we'll escape to watch it all from a distance.

won't you forget what this might become, now, while we search for the dying sun? you said "we'll see them crumbling" and they ran to what they knew of. remember, in those days, when their mesmerized hearts were quite content with words, yet we looked to another path?

...but classic verses were what we'd shy far away from... see what joyous accusations arrive tomorrow... shared songs and then muted our voices... "it will move the hearts of the 'found.'"... won't save the wretched... find what slipped away, this time... but dying like those days before... know they wanted m blood, and i heard murderous cries at the thought. and likely, it's just another mirrored memory from years ago... it appeared as if we could stay to wait for the time, but that wasn't the case... affirm that we would simply fall apart... as we're surrounded and far too weak to reach to pick up the shards of our broken dreams... to better understand what's passed so long ago... writing unrequited love songs... watch the stars dance as we count our dreams that have turned to dust... like before your amendments, speak truthfully... plasticity looked just as a classic choice... when we, as no one, with sparkling eyes, see through the sky. it's time to break our confining walls...

i'm falling into the cracks that begin new stories, but it's quite dark in the city. we'll form the final assembly against the golden sky. we'll see how forgotten the last night will be. all that can be seen is tears, striking memories of the boys and girls of yesterday. they fall to diamonds.