Separate
Apr 18 2005 12:39PM
I'm not the only one
that lies awake at night;
I'm not the only one
who cries inside.
I know I can escape this
if I try,
I know I will be free,
the day I die.
I know the day is mine,
and I am at last free,
so now I open my soul
so you can see.
Sometimes I lie in darkness
(so cold),
my skin it withers away
(I'm so old).
But then I see the light,
and I am free again.
Free from all this pain,
this suffering.
I know I’m not one of you,
alone I see this pain,
see it grow in your hearts,
I scream in vain.
Why can't it all fall apart?
Why must we live this way?
Why must we hide from the light,
hide from every day?
I see the answers now,
I know it my heart.
Why we can't see the sun,
we've stayed apart.
We know that they fear us,
although we mean no harm,
they fear us all now,
because our charm.
They fear what they don't know,
and so it says that way.
We still shall hide from the light;
we'll hide from every day.
-Lyon Armonial

Soon to be

The blood of lovers, intertwined,
A perfect home the fates divined.
A loving heart and caring eyes,
Is why my love is no surprise.
You held me up when I was down
You saved my life when I had drowned.
Your kindness, unconditional,
Your beauty, unforgettable.
I hope you feel within my heart
Our love will grow and never part.
When you are lonely, look to the moon
Remember that I will see you soon.
-Lyon Armonial
March fifth, two-thousand seven

Carmina Burana visual

The pounding drums of war, destroying all in their path, creating the tombs of lost ages. Blood flows freely upon the ground here with rotting bodies strewn around. The black clouds of corruption burst forth explosive lightning as a warrior’s sword falls through the heat of battle like the inferno of a volcanic hell. Storms gather overhead and freeze all for everyone to see within an eternal winter. A scream of torture forever rings through the silent air in this land of horrors. A cold, depressing despair has now fallen over the most unnatural natural disaster, man.
-Lyon Armonial
4/27/06

Of Darkness, Of Light
Oct 1 2004 11:26AM
Of Darkness, Of Light
The shadow walker sits in the darkness, waiting to be found.
He waits in the silence, a tear falls from his eyes, his feet are bound.
He watches them as they steadily walk on by,
They fail to notice him as he sits and starts to cry.
He waits in the silence all night long,
Until a beautiful girl came along.
She helped him up as his tears fell like rain,
She helped him to rid himself of that pain.
He was indebted to this person he now calls his wife,
But on the night she saved him, she was off to take her own life.
They both saved each other on that dark, dreary night,
And now they sit in their love’s true light.
- Lyon Armonial

I Can See it in Your Eyes

I can see it in your eyes
That you love the way I feel.
I can see it in your eyes
That you love this pain I deal.
I can see it in your eyes
That you love when I’m not near you
I can see it in your eyes
That you hate all I can do
I can see it in your eyes
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-yeah,
I can see it in your eyes
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-yeah,
I can see it in your eyes…..

Mr. Nonchalant

Mr. nonchalant,
You sit in perfect poses
With an amused smirk
Spread across your face.
Eyebrows raised,
Framing your laughing eyes
Blazing blue
Like you were expecting me
To walk in exactly when I did.
Mr. Omniscient,
All knowing of my innermost thoughts
And feelings,
My deepest desires and darkest secrets
that I’ve never shared with anyone else.
Able to read me like a book.
Mr. Strong and stubborn,
Never wearing your heart on your sleeve,
Unable to admit you’re wrong,
Refusing to ask for help
Even when you need it the most.
Mr. savior,
You do so many things for the
Ones you love,
And ask nothing in return.
You protect me from my insecurities,
My rock that supports me
Through dark times
And when I need it most.
But beneath the nonchalant, strong, and
Stubborn exterior is a wonderful man.
A man who is caring and loving: who
Knows how to say he’s wrong (sometimes),
And who has taught me to forgive, laugh,
And see all the beauty in even the most
Plain and ordinary things.
A man who knows that sometimes even
He needs saving.
-Maria Jenkins
(dedicated to me)

The Rain

You don’t know me
You don’t know my anger
You don’t know my pain
You don’t know my sorrow
You don’t know me.

Don’t you see the rain pouring down, it pours down on my head.
Don’t you see? My eyes will drown as I lay in my bed!
Don’t you know the sky’s darkening; it comes now to the end.
I thought that you were helping! I thought you were my friend!!
All of that doesn’t matter now, as this storm begins to brew.
For only the cold rain truly knows how to make my heart anew.
The rain flows down into me, through the doorways called my eyes.
They have given up so much before, and now they claim their prize.
As I sit out here all alone, I see lightning trail the skies.
Take a good look at me; you might see lightning in my eyes.
-Lyon Armonial
10/27/04

i'll draw a pretty picture,
i'll draw it with a twist...
i'll draw it with a razorblade,
i'll draw it on my wrist.
as i draw this picture
a fountain will appear...
with this fountain all my
troubles slowly disappear.
-anon

i like this poem...suits my mood right now

NO BODY LOVES ME, EVERYBODY HATES ME...I GUESS I'LL GO EAT WORMS! BIG ONES, FAT ONE LIT ITSY SQUISHEY ONES...OH, HOW THEY WIGGLE AND SQUIRM!

REALLY FRICKEN CURIOUS AS TO HOW THIS ONE WILL TURN OUT..please do it!!

Dear kyle (Lyon),

I____You.

I think you're______.

I've always wanted to_____you

You are very______.

My favorite thing about you is ________.

When I've had a bad day you make me______.

I think it's cute when_______.

We could_____under the stars.

One day I will_______.

You really make me_____.

You mean____to me.

You are the most_____person I know.

I filled this out because_________.

If you were to die I'd________.

I always knew you loved______.

My favorite body part of yours is ______.

I hate it when_____.

I want to tell you how______you are because you deserve to know!!

Tons o' love (_______)

P.s

(____________)

anger rises to an almost uncontrolable level...searing through my viens like fire. it burns my eyes with it's venom and i wish to kill, tear them apart lmb from limb, leaving a bloody pile within my wake. i will wait and feel these flames consume me...when he comes he will perish by my hands.

The Warrior’s Son

Bathed in shadow, yet walking through the light,
Handsomely deadly, this creature of the night.
Flaring blue eyes watch from darkness as people walk by,
Sitting without a sound, lending a hand to those who cry.
The eternal guardian, the protector of those he loves,
He shields them from harm, of pain and of knives.
Silver rings shimmer like stars upon his hand,
Never to be parted, together until the end.
This man, born in city, born in wild,
Never to be captured, a creature and a child.
Look upon this creature with both awe and fear,
The protector of his loved ones,
The destroyer of those who get too near.
-Lyon Armonial
4/28/06

What is Hell?
When I child walks up to you and asks you what hell is, what do you think?
Is it fire and brimstone with demons lurking within the shadows like ghosts?
Is it just for those who do not believe in the exact same god as you do?
Do all bad people go there while the good move peacefully on to heaven?
Does a good soul ever end up within its torture by some freak accident?
Does praying really give you a free pass into heaven as if you did nothing?
How is it that you know what hell is if you have never journeyed into its depths?
Did you ever stop and think maybe, just maybe this is hell and we do not know?
Maybe it is not how strong your faith is, but instead how deep your love,
How kind you are to others, and how you help others that makes you a good person...
Maybe, just maybe, there is no hell except for the one we create for our own peace.
-Lyon Armonial
June sixth, two-thousand six

The arms of a loved one
I am shielded by the arms of my loved ones, protected from the winds of pain,
Nurtured by their years of knowledge so that my life shall never be in vain.
Embraced within their soothing warmth I know I am loved and love in return,
As I am held closely I feel nothing else, no anger, pain, fear, or single yearn.
I feel accepted as they sing songs to me that I do not completely understand,
And they say that one day within the future I will make a good father and man.
My loved ones will always care deeply for me and never leave my side,
They will always hold me tightly both when I am happy and when I cried.
-Lyon Armonial