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Thump. Beat.Follow the sound of your heartbeat.
For there, there shall always be a rhythm.
It will not sound like any sound you have heard before.
Yet you will know every volume
As if you had been hearing the same song for every day of your life
Since you first gasped.
And the beat began.
SshRace to the beating trail of your own heart,Listen to the own sound of your feet running for the abyssful wonder of a dream,Look to the flight of your wings in your eyes that are always searching with the clouds high above, Feel the bliss of your puffing breath gasps of leaving the world of black and white to chase after a red butterfly.And Ssh as you learn to know the gentle screaming voice around you, the words the voice are you, learning not lost, but searching.
Sadness in the StormRain drops trickle down upon my eyes, my eyes that burn with a sadness and spread in the raindrops like a fire that has lost it's hold,scolding my cheeks in it's fury,
I think it has spread to my heart thus well.
Thunder sounds it's roar, and deafens the ears of the other creatures near,drowning my saddened & forgotten cries in its immortal ecstasy, so we may mask our voices together.
The lightless shadows of the forbidding clouds, plague the path I walk upon and swallow the presence I think is me in there gently dark curtains.
The lightning stretches it being across the sky to strike down fear of passers by, so that no one but the storm will brave my side.
The Wind howls through the mountains and tree's just to embody me in it's grasp, bringing with it the whispers of the world.
My path is shaded in a yellowish hue, lit by a thousand lightning bugs,they show me the way while I am lost,the path upon this floating field of gold I walk.
Imagination of Prettier DayI sit here now and stare I may, I can't imagine, A prettier day. The storm clouds are comeing & sunshine day is turning way. Moonlight is rising, the fairies they come to play, dancing & frolicking in a music you cannot hear, Poisen Ivy is becoming a flower and death is playing chess with god this hour.Checkmate they say as a dragon is saved & a man becomes a slave, Madness is strolling in the midnight hues hunting for a victim both old and new. Here comes the devil, fashioned in light,Caring with him, an invisible fright, an unwinable fight. The nymphs are drowning in there own lake, such a shame, I guess they'll be late. Mother nature is having tea with a human this eve, my oh my, what a party! Dancer and Prancer are playing pranks, while santa picks out a new pair of sleys. Sorrow and Pain, one and the same, are walking the planks for the pirate queen Shanks. Succubis is playing with all the men as they follow her in her flanks, the dead are rising and pigs are flying, a werewolf is
The Rose and It's GuardianLong ago there was a Guardian, who was told that he was to forever guard over and protect a rose.
In a grassy valley surrounded by the forest, a single tree grew in it's middle and by it the rose, and it was there the Guardian sat. In snow, In leaves, In wind, in heat... never onc
The Gentlemans Dance
A Goddess of fire and spice, the Goddess Coriander danced in the night, all who would see her would run with fright, but one gentlemen on a moonlight night, took out his hand to the lady, the Goddess, upon the broken stones, and asked her for a final dance, a single romance. The night was there music the moon there spotlight, the graves there audience and there hearts the witness's of the night the gentleman, danced with the Goddess for a single night.
Long ago in ancient times there was a Goddess that weighed the fates. She did it without mercy and cared not how they screamed when her fates dealed low. She cared not a single teardrop. That is until came the time she was to pass judgment upon a small child, a girl with fire ember hair. She had stolen bread from a market nearby and for this the goddess, cruel as she was, sentenced, and fated her to die. She expected the girl to cry, to plead for life, to fall upon her knees as death embraced her face. But she didn't! Instead she reached out her hand and touched the Goddess upon her face and smiled without disgrace as her small figure turned into the first snowflakes of winters rain. And the goddess, being the cruel fater she was, cried ice, for the first time.
Feeling for the first time so terrible and sad, she gathered the snow from which she had fated the girl and layed them into her scales, freezing in time forevermore, so they may never melt away.... and she turn hersel
Bleeding love in this heartless realm, bleeding in a body that is suppose to be cold, no love, nor hate, only time, only wait. I searched the stars a thousand times and saw nothing but flashing lights like the bright city street life, they all are the same, I am without a name. Fear and death, love and pain , hand and hand, nothing to be gained. The wish to fly, the desire to swim, the desire to be, greedy aren't we. Leaves from the cherry tree drifting through, silently, unlike you, so like me. A stare is spared but is forgotten as the bell tolls a second has passed. Future and present, past and unknown, knowledge we want , time we need. Dreams and hopes are all we have, bread and butter isn't shared, love me or hate me, the options of life. but I, for either, choose neither, I care not a single breath. stare and stare is all I shall do, but in the end, I am just You.
Moonlit Night Were have you gone, my Moonlit Night.
I am waiting here again, yet another night, under forest shadows, the midnight summer mist and forgotten wisps, surrounding me. I am waiting here for you. I cannot utter a word as the silent hours go by, the fairies and things of dream filled nights, dance around me for hope of a smile, but I only get lonelier and sadder with the sound of a wolf howl so far, so near. An illusion, that you are here. I can only speak one word of how these nights feel, but will you hear me? Or am I just an echo, never reaching. I don't know, but I do know, brother, I miss you so.
SnK/AoT: Lost Souls in the Snow (Eren)
An icy wind blows violently in the cold air.
The night sky above us is a black canvas.
This is going to be the end of me.
Faster, you filthy dogs!
Is what we hear.
Marching along is now long gone.
We are running; running like automatons.
I hear the sound of gunshots exploding from every direction.
I see and smell the blood of lost lives thrown across the snow.
I taste my own bitter blood that began to trickle in my mouth.
I can't feel my wounded foot anymore, as it was numbed from the frigid ground below.
But I keep hasting on.
It is the only thing my soon-to-be corpse could do; to keep me alive.
The others around me start to disappear.
Numerous lifeless bodies are spread everywhere.
Am I the only person left?
The moon stares into my soul, taunting me, watching me struggle in the darkness.
I am now jogging at a sluggish pace.
At least I'm still moving.
When is this hell going to end?
My form shivers and trembles.
Pain aches within my body.
GoldfishLove, you have the memory
of one of those little sun-scaled
creatures that they sell at the carnivals.
You look at those words and those
pictures and you stare at
them and then wonder when it started raining.
Then later you decide you
should do it again because somehow this
time surely it's not gonna hurt.
Its like pouring hand sanitizer
into your cuts thinking you're only
getting rid of a virus but instead
you're just making yourself all the more flammable.
Stupid girl you've been running in
circles for far too
long aren't you even remotely dizzy yet?
you lack the need to let go;
but i am enough of a burden for both of us.
my ribs are in debt
and my heart was foreclosed two days ago
i love you so.
and sometimes i wonder why
i am so dumb and numb
because it's you
MeThere is something so tragic about me,
Something so few people will ever see.
Partially because they refuse to view it,
And partly due to the fact I hide it.
Nobody I've asked understands this,
That my love is deep, not shallow,
Seeking to love deeply, not just a kiss.
I love so deeply that it's almost a crime,
Upon rejection, my heart does hard time,
In a jail in which feelings are locked away.
Because it makes me ache with every word I say,
Entirely angry, and just at myself.
Never seeking anything other than love,
Because it feels like my heart is an empty shelf.
A shelf on which I NEED something to hold,
So I could say to it all the thoughts untold.
I'm left now, going completely insane,
And every thought truly is my bane.
Cursing this cruel thing called love,
It only succeeds in making me hate myself more,
And always hurts me, leaving nothing but stress.
Hide YourselfYou'll need red thread
You'll need to pretend
Not to bleed from their words
Sew up your feelings
Keep a smile
Act like you don't live in Hell
Do not cry
Do not frown
Do not sigh
Do not make a sound
Don't be sad
Keep your feelings on a shelf
Don't be mournful
Don't be yourself
Bleak empathyYour emotions cover my will in a sulfurous blanket
Even my thoughts trail off because I sense
What ache they are causing to you and I remain too weak
To confront the tumult of such feelings
That pinch my cheeks and my stomach
Reversing the bile to my throat and it's not out of friendship
That if I throw you into a pit of despair
Together with you I shall jump
Words UnspokenNo words ever find me,
At the Time When I need them.
If only I could make them see,
They're cutting me down at the stem.
I hate the words unspoken,
They so often leave me broken.
Yet I can write them on paper,
They come out now, then taper.
This 'now' is never the right time,
Every last thought is a crime,
Because I have to wait 'till later,
Before to my words I cater.
No amount of desire,
Can make these words fire,
From my mouth, like a cannon,
Like my words it's been bannin'.
These words are unspoken,
And my heart...has been smokin',
From the fires they started,
On this 'sea' left un-parted.
So I'm left flying poems like flags,
At this time when my heart drags,
Because I never spoke out,
Never said what I'm about.
I only had written them,
Which makes me tear at the hem.
I aspire to speak,
All these words unspoken.
A Poem for an Old FriendI haven't known you for long,
contradicting the title, I know.
But I might as well call you so,
considering what a big part of my life you are.
It's like you know everybody,
but you're nosy, so it's no surprise.
Butting in where you're not wanted,
but no one can be rid of you.
Everyday I have to carry
you on my shoulders,
while you whisper bitter nothings
in my ear.
But you are bitter, frozen
solid by everyone blaming you.
It's not your fault you're clumsy and spontaneous,
we've shaped you to be that way.
It's always your fault
when a girl is too skinny,
when a guy has too many piercings,
and we all say you act like the judge.
I'm not innocent,
I've done it too.
You're bullied, online and off,
and some open cuts I made bleed.
I think there were once
more of us
to carry you.
It was easier then.
But now hardly anyone
carries your weight,
and then people like myself
bear your brunt.
You're sad, and lonely,
no one likes you anymore.
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