Zero Edge's blog: "Final Draft"

Focus but not let your mind wander. Feel but not let a word be sounded. Originate but don’t alienate, belong in it. Murmur but no whisper heard to the winds. Recollect but be cognizant with the unknown. Identify but never forget your obliviousness. Walk, do not run hold your moments high for then You will see what you were missing. Unfold but don’t crumple because a single word Can make it illegible. Babble but not a word must be comprehended. Master but remember you’re still the apprentice. Frown long but smile short because they last. Hate long but love short-they’re meaningful. Mend but don’t forget the reparations it took. Plague but remember the cure’s in there. Sell but never put a price tag next to your skin.

I’m a guy and she’s a girl. I love to listen as she talks to me. It’s not because I want to listen I want to learn also. I wanted to know what she’s talking about. If she doesn’t to talk then let her heart speak out. If she wants to hear me talk then I’d talk to her. I want to talk about what she’s thinking Besides giving her words of comfort I want to give words of relief as to how she is feeling right now. If we don’t want to talk then let’s just hug. Let’s just hold ourselves as our hearts beat because It’s always so good when your heart is close to me. The love I give you is beyond the oceans we swim; the skies we fly; and the clouds we flee in glee. The love in our hug could lead us into bed so that once we’re naked a compromise is reached and that compromise is that. We lost what we wanted to know. We slipped away from reality but most of all We wanted to forget ourselves because tomorrow will come and we don’t want it to come. We want nothing of it. We want reality dead as it is because we loved our conformity to ourselves without society’s authorization. I’m a guy and she’s a girl. I love her. She loves me. We can’t help loving each other because we love each other like fools Who know nothing better but just be fools.

The details are filled in. Tiny bits of information aren’t spared. Even the smallest piece fits in. Nevertheless it was still incomplete. It was only temporary. It was only sculpted. It was only framed. It was only…her. Although it was reexamined again it would never be moved. She was still standing in all her glory but deep down She wants to be the downtrodden that will be saved by a prince for She was not thinking how her looks will change because She was concerned what’s in her heart. She was just thinking what she wants when she meets him. Arms were never there yet she needed them to extend her feel of how far her love will lead her. She wanted to be noticeable but she is seen throughout in public places and sceneries. The flawless actions she acts are completely orchestrated with ease and flow-such an action she never wants committed to memory. It’s orchestrated flawlessly that she wants to be flawed by disgrace. She knows she wants to be free but she can’t be yet she’ll do anything to accomplish such a goal. As she stands still with her eyes open looking on the horizon knowing that someone will come for her. She will not weep up a pond but an ocean of emotions. However she remains unmoved along with the man that she hopes will set her free. As she stands tall he has but a towel on his back shrouding not his misery but his loneliness. The towel that he holds is hoping it will cover her porcelain skin and caress every flesh and bone that was defiled. Separated from where they stand alone both hopes that they are looking on the same horizon that will close them together. Naked as they seem to be both Venus will make no regrets as they cross each others lives and live like two porcelain figures in human ways.

Identity: we all see the truths, we all see the lies, but we don’t see death. Are we often blinded by these purged thoughts that say to us that we’re going to be dead soon? "Can we ever tell ourselves that we really believe in death? I don't see anything good about the way every person tries to indulge themselves into these so called pleasures. They seem so into deep with them that death is just a stalker that follows them till they die." "I think there was a good reason why I chose a path that's always right there. I chose reality over surrealism because it brings me back only to make me suffer. I wanted to make everyone happy in this so called world I call my own." Just feeling a little bit contemplative tonight. This has been a weird night for me because I've nearly died about five times(I'm only 18) and somehow I keep coming back alive. I've had my episodes yet I wanted them suppressed but is that how are we supposed to feel if we're near death or if we're going to die soon. *Sighs.*

The walls closed in and everything around it feels pushed and pressured like my mind is strained by the questions of the judges. Shaking, bobbing, relentlessly thrown everything away only to be brought back by the wall is applied worse, stupefying, and chilling. Horrid breathing brought by the pain. Horrid echoes brought by the fear. Horrid whispers brought by the sorrow. Horrid memories all brought forth by the end. Horrid images all brought forth by the fury. The pain as I felt it was creeping me inside and out of my body as I feel the abuse and molest. Heavy, heavy breathing as I look upon roof for mercy. I cling onto the wall hoping there would be a glimmer of hope only to find darkness at the end of the tunnel. The fear as I was crawling on my knees looking for mercy hoping it would be given on my behalf but no I am not given any instead retribution is presented as a gift from the heart. Such relentless assaults are mocked by each blow echoing the walls, deafening their level of noise causing them to be silenced by the unleashed fury running down my veins. The sorrow, oh lamentations of unnamed desire state the reason of why such abomination is raw and unspeakable. Maimed, mangled, and lacerated all these feelings of injustices must be heard only to know that they’re worth a whisper in the ear. However such contact is not transmitted or even made. such inaccuracy leads me to render its use from being protected. The end brought along the fury that raged within these walls that were thinner than blood even though it was structured as a haven only it was contradicted as a refuge for the slaughterer. Shame was brought by the lingering feeling known as the memories that I had created while I was kept in these walls. I was rendering every moment for a single breath for it was not drawn because each image was carved out by the flesh that was taken from me. Hold me, Hold me down by these chains, That I start to link by blood and water so no reproduction of limbs carved out of my body. Long lost, gone forever. These horrid images brought by the fury. These horrid memories that were told in the end. These horrid whispers based on my sorrow These horrid breathing based on my pain. These horrid echoes based on my fear.

We’re friends when you’re on your knees, Knees in which we knead to the floor, And start beating it as if was dancing Steadily in the floor so… Let’s make them dance, dance to the rhythm That we had never heard from the echoes Of war that we listen to so gloriously. Make them dance, like we were shooting their feet. Make them sing, like there were notes written in Symphonies and concerts made to shout us in synch. Make them exalt, like angels shooting arrows flying All over the place. It’s just past my curfew and I’m feeling young and reckless. Young, wandering in these streets, I call purgatorial paradise, Young loner lingering in these alleys screaming your name in these walls. Reckless where I crush everything and lose everything But you because you were in the midst of my eyes. Reckless where I lust your body around me covering us in ashes And burns then learn from the tip of your tongue what you Meant when you confessed your love to me. The ribbon on my wrist say, “Do not open before Christmas.” Sighs, too bad I opened mine already because I started painting. I started painting using the sheets in which we lie every night. Hold on- I noticed another sketch different from mine. Did you? Did you open yours also and started drawing too? Ah finally- I see the full image, in which we used the cuts, the angles and The love of blood that we used to draw this painting. The cuts where we made the edges and blunt in this paint. The angles where we leaned forward and kissed to inspire This paint that we created to fully proliferate it. The love of blood- no but the love of our blood that we used Are still flowing in oozes but within each ooze comes the Undying, the unabashed, and the undaunted relationship that we Had endured in this momentous lifetime. We’re only liars…but we’re the best. We’re the best in life for living to the fullest is great Because we still know that we have regrets and happiness. We’re the best because in life there’s only you and me. You and me against the world that we conquered with Our greatest strengths and fears that overcame everyone else’s. We’re the best because we lie but we know that no one In this world can conceive a miraculous remedy into which we Could tell the differences in our situations and circumstances. Just to let us know that we would be able “to cure this disease.” We’re only good for the latest trend But the latest wounds can be mended by the truest bonds. We’re only good because you can have those famous friends. But lately I’ve been thinking. Aren’t you and I already famous? We were already friends to begin with too so you and me Were already famous…and friends too without a doubt. Besides we’ve got such a good fashion sense. A fashion sense where we thought it was nonsense. Nonsensical but letting you know who you are To me made complete sense because I knew You were the one I was looking for. I was looking for you all over the world hoping I would Thrust this faith to you and me giving up everything I would for you to have. I lose everything but the moment that I did I came to find everything about you. I call this split…love. Split it in half but Piece it together you Still have love in the Midst of the combination. Beautiful isn’t it?

How can you miss a kiss you’ve never tasted and do you regret the time you wasted just to be nice and make me smile back then. I know it’s been too long and I don’t ask you to wait. I never even told you why I reacted that way but I was not strong as you. I need other ways to protect me and stop bothering you. However, this is an excuse that I had formulated to coat the truth in which I wanted to be a part of you. I wanted to be open to you physically and emotionally. I wanted to learn more about you. Although it was inevitable that I had a chance of escaping in hopes of that I would see you again. So I guessed this was where I was going to go and see you around. I wanted to see you because “you’re” around. I wanted to feel the polar attraction that you and I are managing to hold together without losing any momentum.

Define time, at its broken ticks and tocks. Define the finesse that was needed for it. Define the levels that were required. Define the universe that we manifested and measured. For time itself could morph into moments of: Something close, Something warm, Something distant, Something tangible, Something moderate, Something inconsiderate, Surely these moments that we split are seconds. Nothing was sold, Nothing was replaced, Nothing was thrown out, They were ours to begin bring us into completion. Seconds on where I have everything to lose and to gain. Though… To lose is not be rewound, To gain is not to be forwarded, If they are not replace nor sold or thrown …they are being chastised. They are chastised with memories inside my heart. They are chastised with serenity, inside your heart. If these moments are lost and was mocked by the abyss, Then nothing will be accounted for as a treasure. He takes everything away and gives no recompense in turn, therefore not a single taint will stain it. A single taint would deceive them into falling apart creating chaos- chaos where it would create disintegration and pandemonium. I will protect where your heart is and where it is mine is also there for you. Now it is tainted, though the memories are still intact and fresh. Now those tainted moments became my haunting nightmares. Now nothing is either preferred as either good or bad. Although when I see you more often in those tainted moments, I call to you my recurring dreams. Wait if these dreams of you those recur along with my nightmares, Is it still eligible to call them my dreams of you? So now let me say this to you. My thoughts hardened but my will still standing still makes a move where the horizon is going to go on. Now… Design time with its unique ebb and flow. The ebb on which I caved you in but nevertheless your torrential current created a flow giving your way out. Design the crime scene where you came in and took my precious heart away. Although I got it back with yours for someone like you have something that no one could compare. Nothing compares to that down to earth being you are. Design the level that was solely for you because of its unique formation, Though balanced and completed you manage to throw me off. Throw me off into three particular corners of balance and completion. The balance, a magnificent harmony where I would hear your alluring voice. The equilibrium, a completion of perpetual rhythmic heartbeats. A Libra on where I could justify my parameters around where you threw me off. A universe without you is a star without its cluster. Clusters were the fragments, Fragments I considered both big and small. Pieced them together you create the universe I was looking at. So wrap your arms around me, As I am warped inside you drowning slowly but passionately. Lay them close to where I would be warm, and suspended within that hearth. Lay them close to where my heart would hear yours, perpetually and mechanically. Lay them near where the soul meets my soul, Reflecting ourselves both physically and emotionally. Share your time upon me and let everything slow down. Slowed to where you and I kissed for an eternity.