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.
That Girl with the Broken SmileShe stood in the dark corner
Slowly falling onto the dirty concrete
Her lover disappeared into dust
He left her alone
With a bleeding heart cut wide open
She drowns in her own blood and tears
An empty hole is all left in her chest
As hard she tries
The tears and blood were hard to hide
She's that girl with the broken smile
I am that girl
But he will never see me drown in blood and tears
For I shall never let him know I am that girl
The Boy who caused the Broken SmileHe watched her from afar
Guilt and sorrow ached in his chest
Tears flow down his face
What he has done?
He thought to himself
All the pain he caused
This is not how he wanted to end
He wished he could say it hurts him too
But she's not here anymore
She has walked away with an empty hole in her chest
All he had left of her is the blood and tears she had drowned in
He's the boy who gave her the broken smile
I am that boy
But she won't know it's me
For I shall never let her know I am that boy
happiness is to blame even smiles hurt sometimes
even some laughter is fake.
sometimes lies escape through teeth,
and my old heart -- it aches.
even some feelings are kept secret
and some secrets never spill.
but sometimes rumors are set ablaze
against one's tortured will.
even Perfections make mistakes
(explains why some are born.)
remember the smiles, laughs, and love?
before our souls were torn?
even some childhoods aren't for kids
even innocence dies.
so stop ignoring the ignorance,
oh listen to the memory's cries!
even friendships don't last forever
so why should love do the same?
embrace the darkness, ignore the light
for happiness is the one to blame.
NeurochemistryNoradrenaline, serotonin and dopamine are the currency of the brain.
Every time I feel something, I spend a little of each.
They replenish over time, but only gradually.
When I use a lot at once, there isn't always enough left.
No matter how much I wish otherwise, the resources simply aren't there.
Sometimes, I just can't afford to be happy, or calm, or rational, or whatever else it is you want me to be.
[Success.]For the first time, i manage to make something that looks exactly like i imagined in my head, and submit it
being proud as fuck about it.
Tick TockTick tock goes the clock, ticking down the time,
people always rushing about as the time keeps going by.
Who was it that decided night versus day?
I don't remember casting a vote, has it always been this way?
Time is mysterious always ticking day by day,
I don't want to run out of time. Don't I get a say?
Where has time gone? It's gone by so fast.
I guess it's a good thing that we can glance at the past.
Tick Tock goes the clock, another moment disappears.
So raise your glasses up and spread joy throughout the years.
Dear best friend, I'm sorry.I’m sorry.
I wasn’t there for you when you needed me,
perhaps the only time you ever really needed me.
I left you alone by choice,
be it that I couldn’t know you would need me,
be it that I wasn’t there because of my own very real struggle,
that doesn’t change the fact that I wasn’t there.
for I cannot forgive myself.
Help me.I can't explain it
It's like- It's *sigh*
I drown in it
Like I'm in a cave lit only by a hole in the top
There's water at the bottom
And whenever I give in
I flip upside down and
My lungs are filled
Sometimes I do
And the pain afterwards is
My strength can only last so long, you know?
The strength to fight the sucking filth of
Therefore, I need His help
And I float when I receive it.