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.
The picture on the pedestalThe picture on the pedestal
"Its so beautiful"
they always say
the picture of us
as we fell
so very far astray,
sometimes I wonder
what they see
if we look so far away
somewhere where "Its so beautiful"
could always be used
You've Gone Far EnoughHow many times have you tried, just to put me down,
The last time I remember, I was underground.
And even then I rose up, just to challenge the greats.
You might be thinking that your wins are all a part of your fate;
But it's not!
You're a little puppet in the game,
And when you try to take me out, you'll be feeling the strain!
I will be breathing down your neck and it's offense;
No nonsense. I am the Word of Chen, execution commence!
And now you're feeling the pressure, I'll make you suffer;
Your words try to cut me, but you're bleeding your brother!
You don't recognize that I'm the one who paved your way;
And now you're crying, sweating bullets, while you kneel and pray-
I don't find you. You're scared! Your soul is bared,
The only thing that makes us different is the fact that I cared!
But it don't matter now boy! You can laugh and smile,
Because the only thing left is to burn you in a Word of Chen style.
- Chennie, 21st October 2014
I Used To Have A ReasonI used to have a reason to do what I do,
Now it is just a habit I am trying to get through,
Meaningless motions, without emotions,
Trying to keep a clean conscience.
Embracing the darkness in the dim light,
I do not think I will sleep another night,
It is 4 AM, and there is no meaning,
To feel what I used to be feeling.
The pen slides through snow white paper,
It cuts it in two like a sharp saber,
But what is the point of doing this all
If It feels empty just like this Fall?
To fill the void I leave to fate,
There is no love, there is no hate
For times have changed.
two loversi. she is a sea witch , reading the
storms like faces and shrouding
their relationship in
secrets , delicious –
appearing apathetic ,
they slide together in public :
congenial companions .
ii. but static (s)mothers ,
friends ask too many questions and
run away together .
iii. he is a wordsmith .
carving , curling ,
is too mean ,
tasting his words like
he tastes her lips ,
gently guiding ,
opening their full po(e)tential
and blithely revealing .
he won't hurt her .
she loves him .
iv. flying colors ,
in the dark they
sail together ,
succumb to each other ,
blessed provocations of
v. and love each other ,
you examples of
The Weepings of the PhoenixI can't think of many times
That I've cried so much.
When feelings won't turn to rhymes
And from reality, I'm losing touch.
Sobbing and lying in my weepings,
Praying to a God that I don't believe in.
When these hands they tug
Towards the River Styx.
My resolve like concrete I hug
But a wolf can break into a house of bricks.
This poor piggy sits alone
And waits to just be eaten.
I fell to my knees to fear The Lord
And appease his pope.
But my heart he won't come aboard
And I'm losing hope.
Only have a sail full of holes
And life in Sargasso ain't too breezy.
So we sing of,
So we burn down.
So we sing of
As it all,
Trying to burn away my pains
With these hands of ash.
But my head went up in flames
And my brain turned to mash.
Sitting back to the door,
Shirt up, and skin kissing metal.
The only peace I can find
Is with her and sleep.
I can't escape this flame
For it burns internal.
So we sing of,
So we burn down.
So we sing o
I moved.I remember the day he died so clearly in my head.
I was on the phone to my friend and i could hear my mother shouting,
"This isn't right."
"This can't be right."
"Tell me it's not true."
Then the screaming came,
and i felt my stomach drop, something was wrong.
But when i stepped outside,
Everything was fine.
The sun was still shining,
wind still blowing.
Then those words,
Thats all i heard over the screaming and the crying and suddenly it wasn't so perfect,
I couldn't hear,
I couldn't breathe,
i could barely see.
Yet i moved.
I moved to comfort my mother whose screams i could no longer hear,
because she didn't need me.
She needed him.
We all did.
We all do.
And although my legs still shake and my eyes are stained with black rings.
I still move,
And i still see.
Ever since that day,
despite what they said and what they told me,
I never stopped moving
My HomeYou walk in the front door, and the first thing you notice is that my home is a mess. Stuff is strewn about everywhere, nothing is put away. But this isn’t just the mess of carelessness, no, there’s a reason it looks ransacked. Looking around, you see that reason.
There are no closets in my home.
The front door had “shy,” “awkward” and “introvert” written all over it, but the doorbell proudly announced “nice guy” with a footnote specifying “not that kind of nice guy.”
In the main room you see “childlike,” “daydreamer,” and “gamer” scattered all over the floor, shelves stuffed full of “bookworm.” A huge box overflows with “collector” and the occasional “hoarder.”
The kitchen has “wants to cook” shelved right next to “can’t cook.” The “out-of-shape” in the fridge has gone bad but I haven’t th
SalamIt was the pictures we had drawn as children.
They were haunted.
But we didn't know, I didn't even remember them until I saw them.
I finally understood it. All of it.
We kept them in our rooms. That was the reason why we went mad.
Just a DreamA week after he turn twenty three
My fairy tale story had ended
The temporarily fantasy was over
He was perfect
Loved ones approved of him
I thought he was it
I never doubted him
No more tears
No more hiding
No more lies
But all was suddenly taken away from me
He stopped being there
No given reason
I shrugged it off easy
My mind said let it go
But my heart says suspicious
He then didn't come
How could this happened?
What did I do?
I said too much?
Did he not believe in us anymore?
He's not coming home
This can't be happening to me
For this is just a dream