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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.
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
Skin.I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.
Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth;
Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen
Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak
Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore;
The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk
Or when life became pain and it was your only release.
Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences
They are our travel journals and emotional diaries
Our delicate armour to the elements.
And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact
If you sometimes think it takes up too much space, or if it has pointy corners
Your body is the vessel for your soul, and every wonderful facet of who you are
Sparkles from the surface of your skin.
Skin that may grow to be wrinkled, tanned, scarred, well lived-in
Although not always embraced by you the way that others embrace it.
Take the time to explore the s
The human condition of wanting to be everythingI feel as though I am exhausting
The excess skin around
in loose shadows
Across my cheekbones like
And whilst I find myself
To draw open the blinds
Because the light
is too bright
And I really can’t handle
The pane of the sky
With its obnoxious
glaring at me
With such a joyful expression
I know that lately
I am burning myself out
That I consume one too many
Cans of soda and energy drinks
At 2.45 AM
When the rest of the world
Is static in a hushed
Whilst I frantically try
To achieve something
Is too much
Or rather too
An existence for me
So I will continue
In order to
Try and destroy myself
Enough so that
I can be w h o l e
The scarsLife hurts us
It causes us to bleed
Time can heal the wounds
And stop the pain
But the scars remain
For the rest of our lives....
things i don't rememberi.
what you sounded like
as my ears were forming
what dreams or secrets
you confided in me
what pressures sunk
your proud shoulders
or the first time
i caused you
where i was when i decided
that your footsteps
should be followed
that your ideals
should be made my own
on my body
as i learned the world's ways
do not align
with our hopes
when i first
how my feet dangled
every time i wasn't strong enough and
how you made the world
how you were
figuring it all out
thought that life
To the BeautifulYou say we're beautiful,
Us who have been bullied...
But where were you while it was happening?
-I was watching-
You who say "This has to stop!",
There needs to be an end to this...
What are you doing to stop it?
-I did nothing-
It's too late now...
-I failed you-
LuckyYou talk like you always have a grain of salt,
to throw over your shoulder.
Every word is that hard cheese,
and they swing those whimsical wishbones much like carousels.
You're wasted on your self-image,
staggering down with rigorousness you don't own.
They're taking that steed and throwing horseshoes,
as if one of them might ring 'round your neck;
and save you from yourself.
You'll need a necropolis filled with pennies to barter,
and we won't lend a cent to save your sorry soul.
Your demons count clovers to kiss you,
gluing that fourth leaf to camouflage the truth.
They'd promise you an elephant to watch you die,
sucking sevens to keep you from entering Heaven.
And you can sing your superstitions into space,
but it's dead and empty.
Somewhat like the hollow shell you lounge in,
as the charms make you see spirits.
You say somewhere there's a rabbit dying to give its foot in your favor...
...but don't bet on it unless you can see that whites of its eyes.
VYou've waded through the worst,
child, so dry your eyes,
they've got better things to do
than drain the sea.
tie a ribbon 'round your wrist
lest you forget
it's only in the sun
that the shadows don't shine,
and if you say
please and thank you
the dawn will come swift enough.
(to knock you off your sodden little feet)
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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