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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,
When Stars CollapseThis is how you bespeckled my bones
with bewilderment: you kissed hushed heart
whispers and slumbering secrets
into my fingertips. You infused awe
into my joints, causing me
to ask how snowflakes got their
shape and how long would it take
to get from the Sun to Capella.
You taught me that energy is neither
created or destroyed; stars do not die.
Eyes washed with emerald sorrows you
told me that they evolve, they change
into something entirely different,
or not so different.
I now know we are made of the same
particles as someone or something else.
We began someplace together.
We're made of so much more than "star-stuff",
we are made of each other.
two.send messages in their
little notes that
i love you.
i miss you.
where have you gone.
and i'll take them,
fill them up with
send them back, across
to the other side.
i'll send you a postcard...
wish you were here.
because i'm not coming back.
fil(l)edthey chipped away at you,
clasping you tight with
ceramic grasps and art class
filing you down,
filling you up;
trying to make you
they gasp, reflect
edit, edit, edit,
unmask your already
for the sake of perfection
in hale exhalations.
lurks a step from
and you're not quite sure
whether their machinations,
their clutching neophiliac
search for the ideal
has made you greater
The Breaths Between Usi'm minutes away
from the collision site
the breaths between us
and the lost time
clock guts, sprung
our hallway uncoils
his walnut lean
i'm seconds away
from the before
of our near-miss
the beads of air
and the imperfections of
in a rumored heart
a stuttering mass
this broken belled
has lost hold
of the lives we live
its skullsong rings
the same vibration
In a world with no mercy
Day after day
Until the end
The day I die
And then maybe
I'll find some peace
I am me. Who are you?I am fragments
of every person
I've met; every
memory made; every
bond formed and tie broken.
I am an orchestra
of people's opinions;
each snide comment
each casual remark
each passing compliment
I am a library
of forgotten lies
and fake smiles
and empty promises.
I am a sky of hope;
filled with stars
which carry the wishes
of the people I have encountered
I am never alone
for their influence will forever
taint my soul and
remind me of their hopes,
dreams and pain.
This is who I am.
Who are you?
Love comes in so many forms,
growing and changing swiftly with the ages.
A mama recording her sons first walk to her husband over seas with a shaky camera.
"It's only a storm," the big brother says to his sister whiles he takes out the instant hot chocolate.
A teenager opening her slammed door, ready to admit to her parents she doesn't hate them.
On a worn blanket, a college kid handing his boyfriend a rose, hoping it will be enough.
Girls squealing as they throw their diplomas up into air and go out into the real world together.
A father proudly patting his wife's baby bump, a first miracle.
A women kissing her father goodbye as she turns off the machine that keeps him alive.
A middle aged chemistry teacher handing back a failing student a A+ paper.
An older couple holding hands, content with the knowledge of the mountains they've overcome together.
Love extends past the page, from my hand into others souls.
on remembering to breathe:i.
you can't hold it in for forever.
your lungs weren't
made to bear the weight
of this world, they weren't made
to left unexpanded
and unexplained -
it is not phenomenon that wakes you
when paralysis hits in the
night, it is physiology telling you that
not everything happens on automatic, okay?
(at least not for always)
you're born like a time bomb, with
only so many beats of
your heart in place to tick away day by day -
your words, they're the same.
there's a time limit
on your tongue, so say something that
means something - use words
that dig in and rip out hearts, use words that
curl around your fingers and worm their
way into your soul.
use words to make something
beautiful. something remembered.
never leave three things
left unsaid because they can be three
words that mean everything -
i'm not telling you to save your breath.
i'm begging you not to waste it.
sing. sing enough to take your breath
away because even though
it leaves you gasping, it fills up that
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.
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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