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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.
Path of lifeLife is a dangerous path
Full of twists and traps
A path we're forced to walk
Without turning back
We may regret the past
We may regret the mistakes
But we must learn from them
And keep moving on
We may predict the future
And even fear it
But we never know
What happens next
The only thing we have
Is the present, here and now
So let's live it
And forget about the rest
The mistakes of the past
The mysteries of the future
All part of life
This path we all walk
wordless they succumbAnd they fell -
just like that.
Just like the act of breathing;
soundless and inevitable.
Like an eager girl slipping
straps from her shoulders,
the soft crush of silk at her feet.
We Have No TimeAll we have
Is a sliver
Everything we will
Do in life
We all die before we know it
Its a fact of life
And I am already dying
A slow painful death
One year at a time
One month at a time
One week at a time
One day at a time
Then we flatline
On a metal sheet
Buried in the dirt
To think we were born yesterday
Only to die tomorrow
Winter's GirlI was winter's girl,
frozen under a thick layer of ice.
People tried to break it with their ice picks, but to no avail.
They eventually left me cold and in pieces in my frozen abyss.
You're thawing me out, slowly but surely.
"Summer girls aren't for me, "you say.
"Too full of sick strawberry sweetness."
That was just said to comfort me, but it oddly worked.
Maybe time with you will make me a summer girl,
no more need for thawing,skating with you above my ice.
to the girl with the razors in her back pocket,stop. turn around. i understand you,
and i understand the sadness
entrenched in your bones. i understand
the late nights spent in anxious prayer
to the towels, to the creaky floorboard
just outside your parents' room, to the sink
that stains too easily. i understand
the catastrophic glances that people throw you
when you open your mouth and try
to belong. i understand the intense moments
spent in dressing rooms splicing together outfits
that will gracefully sweep past tally-marked wrists and ankles
and hopefully make sense in the dead of summer.
i understand the nights that you carve the emptiness
onto the razor and wonder if it wouldn't be better
to just die tonight instead. no one can be angry...
or disappointed...or judgmental...or sympathetic (because
sometimes forced empathy is the worst)...when you
no longer exist. it just stops. and anything
has to be better than this.
well, you're right about one thing. it does
get better. and not in that corny way
people tell you. you won't se
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
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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