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.
Kimi ni todokeAs I was talking to the clouds I realized
We're under the same sky, but even so
It doesn't feel right yet to call this "closeness"
Within the vast feebleness of the horizon
Between my endless inquiring projections
Raises the moon, as ever tireless, silver goddess
Since you and I both are looking into
The same lucent iris, I leave it to her hands
To deliver this, my nocturnal message
My quill screeches in tune with my breathing
Transforming my thoughts into inked consequences
With informal beginning and clumsy first paragraph
But with dictionaries and poetry nearby
I still can't find the words to properly say "hi"
So between the H and the I the moon somewhen went away
Leaving room for the sun to shine unhindered
And probe over my shoulder, only to retreat scared
Of the frowning purple from under my eyes
A body, an imageThere's too much here, too much flesh
To be held in hand from belly, thighs and hips
Undesirable, or so all magazines say
I wish she knew that the strain when she vomits,
All the tears shed afterwards will never help as
The love for herself, which makes her truly beautiful
But she unfolds and bends her body once again
Pleased to see the ribs still protruding
Though maybe less than she had wished them to
When she tries to touch the mirror
The hand there rejects her with a slap
That is not the shape it wishes to reflect
how do they even dareI can’t see
Why they say
They are so goddamn scarred.
“I look like a model.
But nobody sees the duct tape heart behind my beauty”
What does your otherness have to do
With your defaults.
Oh, so you are slaves to your appearance?
Tell that someone who is too tall.
Too heavy. Too. Fucking. Small.
Or just born as plain and ugly.
Tell that someone who wasn’t accepted by
Our oh-so-social society because of his looks.
And then explain to me
That you didn’t feel stupid.
You’re not pretty.
You’re just ignorant.
ItShe said it until
It was just a
Sound without meaning.
He remained silent
To avoid choking
On every syllable.
She saw it as a
Series of black
Marks on white paper.
She wrote it quickly
So she wouldn't be
Able to change her mind.
He always froze
Whenever he picked
Up the pen.
She repeated it until
She had convinced herself
Nothing was wrong.
He got used to
He didn't exist.
But there should
Have been no
Need to try.
Our life is nothing than a gameOur life is nothing than a game
And we play the hero role,
Sometimes trying to earn fame,
Having lost our real goal.
We're living in adventures,
We're struggling every day,
But with the help of our friends,
We still find time to play.
Sometimes it's not really easy,
To live on another day,
But if you ever feel uneasy,
Our friends come to us and say:
"Don't be sad, don't give up,
We're right here! We'll pull you up!
Just tag along, come on be strong!
We'll even do a little sing along!"
And when at night,
You go to bed...
You remember all,
That they have said...
And all those smiles that came,
From this world, this game,
And you relax, you sleep,
That ends another day...
StringsThat’s not how friendship works.
that's not how any of this works.
He doesn’t see anything.
How we’re living next to each to each other, instead of together.
This won’t work, old lad. It won’t.
I’m not for free. At least I will
Take your love. All of it. Territorial desires.
We’re still predators, you know.
Now say amen
And shut up until I’m somebody else.
Until you sucked all the war from my tongue.
You’re not angel enough to be a good death.
I can’t possibly love you this way.
You’ll remain missing overtures
And a door that is locked.
Something that is not quite me
What Love Means To Melove...
It isn't filled with lies
It isn't about sex
Neither of the two matter.
If you only see those things
Then love isn't there.
Love no longer exists for you.
No one expects you
To show how "worthy"
You are of our love.
We don't expect gifts
Or anything perfect
Because love isn't perfect.
"Who was that?"
"Where did you go?"
Those are the questions asked
From the ones who are scared of love
Scared of hurt
And scared to open up
It isn't about invading your "privacy"
It's about something much more.
It's about not feeling secure
Not feeling worthy
And not understanding how you could ever love us.
It's more pure
I have ever seen.
It is the unseen bond
That connects two souls
And their hearts.
Seeing it in each others eyes
No matter what,
The glowing warmth
Between you and them.
It is the passion
That envelops you both
And it is adoration
with every embrace.
There are no rules
Because love is unpredictable.
Love truly is blin
Ode to Dixon Daryl
With my final breath
An arrow pierces my chest
Shot from the crossbow you wield
This causes my slow, painful death
Reality isn't all it's cracked up to be
The moment I saw you
I was captivated, enraptured
You took my breath away
Even though I know it's all a show
No one will ever replace you
No one will ever compare
As I fall to my knees
The last thought on my mind
How I wish you were real
(Read from bottom to top)
I am a WandererI am wanderer
It is my life for along as I can remember
I have seen many things
Gone through the hidden parts of the world
Everywhere I go there are
This is my life
Seeing sad and hurt
Where ever I go
This is life
I learned that
Through the open road
Where ever I go
Seem to find me
I go to help those people
That is why I wander
To help the sad
That’s what I do as wanderer
I have learned many things on the road
Sadness is everywhere you have to find
Help the sad and hurt
Why help, it also helps you
No matter how hard you try you can’t not find sadness
That is a life of a wanderer looking for sadness and helping
My name is Alice and when I find you
I will be there to help