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Kittyfish and ShadowCurled up in darkness,
Discovering the meaning of lonliness,
Grieving in isolation,
She found comfort.
She began staring at walls,
She wandered in her dreams & nightmares.
She saw moving dark images,
She made friends with Shadow.
Shadow was her friend,
Shadow was her comfort.
Shadow was her guardian,
Shadow was her love.
It was mutual,
It was true.
They were inseperable,
It was a connection between two hearts.
Kittyfish felt contented,
Her world was lighted.
Kittyfish was nurtured with warmth,
She was in love.
Her urge grew,
She wanted it all,
She wanted to withdraw Shadow.
In that realm they found joy,
In that darkroom they found light.
In Shadow, she found a beautiful soul,
In Kittyfish, Shadow found ... ?
SoulcareIn the mist of uncertainty,
You held my hand tightly,
Gesturing me to follow,
With my pair of very lost eyes,
As if saying,"I don't know what am I doing",
My weak soul gave in,
I fell, once again.
As you lead me to your very own territory,
My weak hand still firmly grip by yours,
I felt the urge of anticipation and impatience by you,
While mine remain lost.
Every steps up the stairs leads me to the black hole,
Where I will fall sadly to,
A closer step controls the volume of my heart beats,
So loud and so hard,
I can almost hear it in my ears,
Not a normal process in a body anymore,
But seem like a painful thump on my chest,
Louder and louder,
Harder and harder,
When the destination reached,
My heart sank like an anchor,
Right to the bottom,
I knew, It can't be saved no more,
My heart, and myself.
You closed the door behind me,
The soft click as you shut the door,
Sounded like a confirmation,
Telling me that I was at the edge of handing my soul to you,
When Darkness InterferesBells chiming in my head,
Reminding what could be worse;
Memories of hurt and pain,
Or nostalgic agony?
Nightmares haunt when eyes are shut,
Running from fear but never could escape;
Awake feeling glad when hoping it wasn't true,
The truth lies within myself.
Strange voices I hear from something unknown,
As the phantom whispers in ear telling me to dream on;
The feelings of comfort and the uncomfortable blends,
I hear voices of confusion whenever I'm lost.
Let out a silent scream I will,
A yell of help perhaps;
But when ignorance is what I get,
The darken lips will remain sealed;
Or forever it should be,
Mute if necessary.
The doors to my heart are closed,
Thats when protection is needed;
Leaving dreams trailing behind,
But why does darkness has to interfere?
Injecting pain, weak force and even cruelty,
Distorting one's innocent heart,
More than just a muscle of blood and veins;
A fractured mind is bulit,
A tower of failure,
A castle of pain;
Within the fences of fear.
Self-sketch in WordsLeave me alone, I'll think,
I'll think about the past, the present or even the future,
Practically everything and anything,
From things that've happened or might not happen,
From existing to none existence.
I often run into tables and objects,
Hits my head on my bunk after years of sleeping on it,
"Clumsy" is my second name,
"Indecisive" is my first.
Often dream and fantasize about imaginary characters of some sort,
Day-dream-alot to be exact,
Sense of control equals 'Lousy',
And that means i'm not ignorant after all.
Imaginary characters represents self,
Release by doing what can be done in fantasy-dream-imaginary-world,
On behalf of me.
Imagination has no limits,
It's a never ending story of the way i want it to be,
This way i feel happier,
So just let me be me..?
Tears of Diamonds In the highest tower of Dark Roseland, there stood a giant cage with roses and sharp thorns creeping around the thick magical steel bars. It was placed on a large and old wooden shelf so tall that only the evil Master Drake could reach it. In the cage there lived a tiny genie who had the palest skin, lips so red and her dark brown hair so long that falls to her waist that led to a pair of big and beautiful wings with feathers as white as snow. Her name was Meredith, she had lived there for as long as she can remember. She would cry to herself everyday and from her brown enchanted eyes, her tears will turn into diamonds. The diamonds had ultimate powers. These caused Meredith to loose her powers and energy, she was dying although she was supposed to be immortal. Master Drake kept her for the 'Tears of Diamonds' and her everlasting beauty.
Julian, a handsome young man who wor
Journey In The DarkI walked in the dark,
I got up,
And saw a ray of light.
I ran towards it,
I ran fast,
And fell again,
I was about to lose hope,
Someone reached out it's hand,
He was next to me,
He helped me stand.
I looked at him,
His eyes, staring at me,
Telling me something,
I listened carefully..
All heard was just silence.
I shooked my head slowly,
My face sad, disapponted,
Telling him i couldn't hear a thing,"I'm sorry".
He was angry,
At the same time,
He was hurt,
Then he left.
I looked down,
Tears rolling down my cheeks,
I turned away,
I forced myself to I walked again.
The pace was getting quick,
Faster and faster..
I used all my strength to run as fast as i could,
Leaving the dark,
Leaving the past.
It danced around me,
Playing with me,
As if i could hear little children giggling,
Laughing with joy.
Yes,I was happier when i was young,
Innocence is pure,
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
Skin.I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.
Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth;
Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen
Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak
Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore;
The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk
Or when life became pain and it was your only release.
Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences
They are our travel journals and emotional diaries
Our delicate armour to the elements.
And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact
If you sometimes think it takes up too much space, or if it has pointy corners
Your body is the vessel for your soul, and every wonderful facet of who you are
Sparkles from the surface of your skin.
Skin that may grow to be wrinkled, tanned, scarred, well lived-in
Although not always embraced by you the way that others embrace it.
Take the time to explore the s
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
The scarsLife hurts us
It causes us to bleed
Time can heal the wounds
And stop the pain
But the scars remain
For the rest of our lives....
car crash on an empty roadit happened before
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in modern art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
Die AloneI take apart her heart
And lay the pieces down
In a circular form.
Let her bleed a work of art.
I forgot I’m crazy.
I’ll whisper my secrets
Only if she promises
To die here alone with me.
things i don't rememberi.
what you sounded like
as my ears were forming
what dreams or secrets
you confided in me
what pressures sunk
your proud shoulders
or the first time
i caused you
where i was when i decided
that your footsteps
should be followed
that your ideals
should be made my own
on my body
as i learned the world's ways
do not align
with our hopes
when i first
how my feet dangled
every time i wasn't strong enough and
how you made the world
how you were
figuring it all out
thought that life
Our Weight and RopesYour life, little flower
like a snake
from a can
lungs not ready
you hit the air
it hit you
months too early
this life on earth
and its lightning
hit and burnt
nothing about you
was anywhere near
and ever so luckily
your wings were
slow to form too
as it was all
we could do
were barely enough
to keep you
from floating away
pulled back inside
and years later
we're the ones
ShadowI walk across my nightmares,
Through your shadows,
The mist of confusion,
There I found you.
Where I buried my sorrows,
Unleashed my freedom,
Do what my heart commands.
I see you cry,
I hug you close,
You're my shadow,
I'm your soul,
Use my blood to write,
Seal it in a book.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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