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Hermetic DreamsRain is falling, and I am alone.
Hermetic dreams float through my head
Like so many tiny fireflies
Lending their golden dreams
To what otherwise would be the blackest night.
What is one life, what is a thousand lives
Considering we all shall die.
Elixirs and potions, it seems,
Cannot cure the most definite of ends.
But everyone gets tired
We all must sleep.
And eventually the burdens of the world
Become too much.
Eventually, as the years pass
We accept death like an old friend-
Arms open wide,
And heart open even wider.
Dysphrenia, My DearDysphrenia, my dear.
Since when did you so closely become acquainted
With the shadow of my footfall
And the pause of my breath?
Since when did you invade me,
An unwanted lover,
Leeching my warmth and
Dysphrenia, don’t you know
How you make me ache,
And how you weigh down my hopes
Like a corpse weighs down the hanging post?
Ah, but you don’t care.
You never did.
I Wish I Was UniqueI wish I was unique.
But then again, I don't.
I could change,
But we both know I won't.
I have dreams
Bigger than the sun,
But how will they be achieved
When all I do is run?
Stop d i s a ss o c i a t i n g from your feelings,
Stop pretending like I'm strong enough -
Like I don't need you -
I do need you.
I don't know what to do with myself these days.
I have nothing at all, really.
No friends, no future -
You are my only glimmer of something better
(although, admittedly, this situation is of my own choice)
So don't you dare fucking say
That you're unneeded,
Or that you aren't good enough.
I've chosen you because you are
My idealistic partner -
Stop second guessing yourself,
Have some confidence.
I love you.
Tears filling her eyes.
"You know it'll be okay.
You know I love you."
"You love me today,
You love me now...
But what happens if
I start fading from your mind,
And the more time you spend with her
The more you realize how much
You love the way she laughs,
Or the way she smiles.
What if you start to realize that you
Didn't actually love me,
That you loved her all these years?
What if I become like the dust
On the bottom of your boots-
Forgotten and used?
I'm begging you, don't go,
Don't let me fade away."
The Keeper Intro"The world of men is fragile, easily broken. Let what happened here today be a reminder to all how very fragile each and every one of you are, and how easily broken the soul is."
The keeper stood on top of a platform overlooking the Great Square, nearly every citizen of the city of Aeroth staring up at his slim form. He smiled at his people, then turned to the two captives chained to the wall. Both raised their heads, two pairs of eyes meeting his gaze in defiance. "No." It was the female that spoke, a slim woman of maybe 30. The keeper glared at her, raising his staff menacingly. "Quiet!" He whispered something under his breath and gestured. Silver ropes wound themselves around the woman's mouth, her protestations coming out as only muffled grunts. "I see you have elected to die first. Very well. I shall let your companion watch you perish." The second captive glared, his slanted elven eyes burning through the Keeper. "It's a pity we had to bind your mouth, elf. I would have
Our Love Is a StormI love you like thunder.
Crashing through the atmosphere.
I am like a tree in the wind,
Guided by your breeze
Your mercy keeping me
Your passion is like lightning,
Bright, electric, inescapable-
Yet never unwanted;
Your beauty sets my world alight.
Our words are like the rain,
New, soft, torrential,
They drench us in dreams shared
And thoughts never ending.
I love you like thunder.
Our love is a storm
Our love is a storm.
A Book and TeaI'm used to not meaning much to anyone.
I'm used to being alone -
And really, I can't complain.
My solitary lifestyle suits my personality,
Observing, watching the world pass by,
Curled around my book and cup of tea -
Maybe a little judgmental,
Maybe a little sad.
But you know, it gets lonely.
I'm my own best friend, it's true-
But sometimes I want to call someone
And watch a movie, or just sit around
And do nothing in particular-
Just sharing air and experiences.
Then again, who am I kidding.
I'm not good at the friend thing.
So I shall continue with my book
And my cup of tea with tinges of judgement
Watching the rain dripping down the windows
With a smile and a sigh.
Here We RemainHere we remain,
A desecrated race surrounded
By the wreckage of our own making;
The child of our soiled choices
Bearing its stark and ugly face
To a desolate sky;
The world, once so innocent,
Now a twisted and disgusting remnant
Of wonders long forgotten,
Memories left only to a burnt photograph of a bird
And the reminders of a crumbled fountain.
In a world with no mercy
Day after day
Until the end
The day I die
And then maybe
I'll find some peace
A Ball Of CherriesImagine life
like a ball of cherries.
You can't eat many,
Don't rush to eat them!
Some are soft,
Don't go too slow, you'll lose the taste.
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?
storiesi begin and end with stories
where hummingbird hearts play sonatas
against my ribs and i drown in
early morning light and
the girl in me sinks into the sea
like rusting anchors chained to
ships and i sway port and starboard
the lion in me rises like lazarus
from the savannah where dust swirls
and i begin and end with stories
where i swallow the world and all
the rain and girls and lions in it
where i hold it up like atlas,
where i support jupiter with just
an index finger and where i chase
comets and cup them like fireflies
to hang on my bedroom walls
Blooming Through CrevicesBlooming Through Crevices
People are characters;
their personalities are not to be cracked,
but to bloom.
Codes and signals
Setting our sights
On how to see
Through the cipher.
Optics opting for options
As opposed to conscious.
Ardor replaced by harder
To break through exteriors.
But mortality is only one facet
Of the entirety of humanity.
It is a compass of one being,
But merely a piece of the puzzle
That makes up human composition.
let us not break through empathy
with deductive methodology
but rather with the rhythm
of a honeybee whistling along the hymn
of the wind whispering in the leaves.
humanistic, holistic ideologies
is what the standard can be.
it is the notion of being a metaphor
rather than being something to decipher.
because there are more stars and galaxies
in poetry than there will ever be algebraic
expression curls up with ambiance
under the window pain of a picture frame
because we write more about
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
LinesReflections in the water
Faceing my time
The wrinkles in my skin
Telling the story of my life
There are lines for the tears
In the flesh below my eyes
Lines for the laughs
Playing delicately around my mouth
Lines for the anger
In my forhead
Lines for the pain
On my brow
Lines for the care
On my hands
Lines of the sun
On my shoulders
They may be ugly
These lines of mine
But still I love them
They tell my life
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