Obsession"I need rest," she murmurs under the copper dyed hues of sunset's leaves."Why don't you lie down for a while?" He looks down upon her, intentions of night in his dark eyes."I need rest," she whispers as the colour begins to steadily fade."Then nod your head, there's naught to fear," he smiles, stardust coating his cold breath."I need rest," she sighs as the last of sun's warmth departs her core."Take a seat, my love," he encircles as a panther would its prey."I need rest," a cry as soft as a dove flees her lips."Lift your feet, one shan't stand for too long," he becomes a shadow looming."I need rest," her eyes of summer look u
DeathThere. I see it. In the corner of my eye. The shadow. The finite hairs on my nape rises as icy shivers cascades down my being. I observe the dark form through my peripheral vision too scared to move. The being slowly grows larger as if appearing out of a netherworld breaching through the corner of my room. It slowly engulfs the auburn light as the area by the closed door grows darker and darker.I was right to think that I wasn't alone when I write. That there was something darker, more powerful, mysterious and sinister overpowering my being when pen collides with paper. An oppression, a darker muse of incomprehensible design. After suspicio
GatewayI remember the day we first saw the gateway on the horizon. You thought it was further away while I saw how dangerously near it really was. I told you my worries and you changed them saying that we'd never get close that we would never go through that gateway but a different one. Our journey stopped as we sat on the side of the road talking, the grass whispering and the wind caressing us. Night fell and our worries eased by the sparkling stars and the silver tone of the world from the moon up above.Before the night was over we packed our things and continued down the road, blind. When dawn started to come I saw how close we were to the gate
EternityWhen does forever begin?When does it end?When had it come into being?When has it gained its name?The promise of eternity,The hope of life after death,Set apart in all of our hearts.Forever begins.The thought,The hope,The yearning,The longing.Eternity.Continuum.Forevermore.Eternity.There's something more to this.Something greater.Something powerful.Continuum.Always.Ongoing.A promise.Forevermore.Remaining.Never ceasing.Hope.A happy ending.A better life.Dreams becoming reality.Forever sets in.We all want something better.Something more.Something greater than us.Eternity.Foreve
Where It Does Not ShineA parting glance in the room,A flirtation down the hall,A smirk dancing on lush lips,A pair of wandering eyes align.Unheard whispers ready to bloom,Breaths lost in forbidden fall,Sentences trailing down hips,Hands seeking desire's sign.Unless you can meet mewhere it does not shine,I doubt I will be thine.
Reflection(2012)She found the word that sounds just right,Hypergraphia, an overwhelming urge to write.A thing in common of Van Gogh and Carroll,two who are her inspiration and idol.This similarity, though not as severe,for she's not alone as it was to appear.You don't know me,though you think you do.You're trying to be free,if only you knew.Words preserved,respect deserved.Silence present,though no discontent.The mystery of a diary,reveals the hidden vocabularyfrom an unknown lover gone shywith the innermost wants to die.Hide away your deepest desires,protect them with burning fires.Every day continue to growand stro
Rainbow Series: RedWhen the leaves cascade in forgotten fall,it is their colour on the pale cement.The hue on children's cheeksas the cold nips their noses.It is what dyes the trees,autumn reaching--for crystal stars.The colour of berriesthat taint one's lips,and fading evenings of light.When the logs are burning,it is the colour they glowbefore disappearing forever.The scarf lost,an ornament on the treeand shades of a smile.Foliage resting in morning,apples nestled in branches,delicate pomegranates below.It is the colour you seelistening to the forest's whisperseyes closedfacing sunbeams.
DreamwalkerDreamwalker--lurking at the seamswatching her eyes flicker,sleep making reality blur.He creeps along,weaving his songexposing subconscious secretssewn in her hidden regrets.Dreamwalker--his eyes meet with hers,only to slowly fade away.For she wakes to light of day.
Broken Story vs Full Novel"Hey, how are you? It's been a while.""Four years, right?""Yeah... you've changed.""If you're referring to me becoming half a poem, unfinished because ink spilled on the page, you're right.""I'm sorry.""No you're not.""Yes, I am.""You're only sorry that in the end you lost everything, that's why you're here now.""That's not true.""Is it? Your silver tongue only goes so far.""I-""Why are you here?""I miss you.""Of course, you miss the memory of us. Something that is gone, something you lost. You do know that memories are different from the present, right?""...yeah.""I'm not coming back.""Why?""Why would one wa
Past Introduction(Sixteen)I'm back from the dead. The darkness trapped me, shredded me to pieces and set me aflame. But I rose from the ashes, though the gashes and scars remain, I am stronger now and can play a better part of this game.My words were halting and sporadic even in some ways erratic, refusing to compromise and attempted to cause my demise, turned against me by the shadows. They were insignificant and useless though they tried to gain meaning. They left me alone, ran away giving me no hope that they would return another day.Alone I wandered and pondered, waiting to learn, soon enough it came through a dagger to the heart once again. My song was stolen
Spring is ComingLike the seasons people change. We all have our ups and downs, the hot and cold seasons. For me the harshest days of winter has ended and spring is steadily coming.On occasion the last storms come seemingly out of nowhere, either it be rain of tears or snow of silence and indifference. The storms are less frequent and not as intense; the rainstorms down to a drizzle and the blizzards down to a snowfall. The signs of those that have happened barely there, the snow is melting, the rain evaporating, grass starting to poke through and shew forth that life and hope still exists.With each passing storm the warmth and joy of spring grows ever ne
Delete NonetI like to delete parts of my life.Memory here, an item there.Fade them away to darkness.Making room for the light.The past can’t hold me.I’m letting go.Flying now.Runningfree.
Fade into Written WordFade in lines of written word,disappear betwixt prose and rhyme.Summon stories of stardust's songand find fables of forgotten times.Disappear from harsh reality,seeking lettered escape.Twisting lines into melodies,leaving the long lost agape.Whispering wishes of wanderlust,daring dreams of dancing,gushes of grace's grandeurwith the beauty blushing brings.Let's fade in lines of written word,disappear betwixt prose and rhyme.Summon stories of stardust's songand find fables of forgotten times.
Soul to SavePeople have greedy hands,tearing at tender hearts.Seeking a piece of soul,wanting to belong in part.In the end of innermost desire,the yearning to contain --something so pure yet fragile,only to mistake and make pain.Those of good and even evilhave dared to tread this road,only to learn the reason whypeople have this endeavor forbode.Run far and fast my child,depart from this affair.Guard your hapless heart,save your soul to someday share.
Walls of AshWalls feel like ash,tattered and torn.Dead leaves drifting away,leaving naught to morn.Rain washes away broken shardsrevealing hidden truths of lie.Breathing life into dry death,past torments becoming shy.The tower blown overby whispering winds,giving sight to new life--allowing the old to end.
Memory's PainCut my chest open,let me bleed.Find my souland set it free.Tears of red,cries unheard.Leave me be,life's a blur.Alone she treadsnow forgotten,mist in moonlight,a mirror broken.Find withered dreamsin torn up pages,for death is gainedin memory's pain.
Youth's HiccupThe days of youth have abscondedinto the folds of forgotten memory.Times when ignorance was blissIncompatible innocence - only temporary.The chapters continue to write themselves,never-ceasing in their progression.Stars faded into broken shardsas age summoned its restriction.Responsibility--Tying down diamond-eyed childreninto burdened and weary adultswhere giggles with smiles are hidden.The days of youth have long departedwhere may have abused the tender-hearted.The beauty of youth had a hiccupwhen we believed we wanted to grow up.
Light MeadowsGoodbye, irate inhibitions.Adieu, reckless recognitions.Sayonara, rude restrictions.Adios, pointless prohibitions.It has become time to adamantly eludethe trepidation of negative attitude;to parlay into beautiful spontaneityand depart from monotonous animosity.This chaotic thing called lifetends to bring habitual strife.Through the endeavor of survivaloften times come need of renewal.Good day, prude premonitions.Cheerio, tiresome traditions.So long, absurd acquisitions.Toodle-oo, dreary dispositions.There is no need for this weightthat only mentally becomes innate,All along in this present actualitynone o
Leaves HaikuWhispering leavesremain never to ceasedancing away
Summer NightsThe stars above dazzling and whirling,as we play our insignificant gamesThe summer nights where our memoriessoon take form and create hidden namesThe things we created became so nearWe sought to grasp at the moonlightOur shadows dancing along with usMaybe we will find dreams tonightLet's forget the past of winter's wordsand find the radiant truth of summer's songTo discover hidden realms of our desireas we get caught up in the swaying throngThis is merely the beginning of the endTime to seek the beauty of fleeting momentsLike the shooting stars flashing before uswe surround each other in passionate descentsPurs
QuestionsQuestions always remain,an inquisitive, grasping claw creating mind wrecking painas wondering opens its maw.There they lay waitto build and flowseeming to anticipatewhen I let my mind go.Why are you saying this now?Will we meet again somehow?Did you even truly care?Were you really there?Did you actually use me?What led you to abuse me?Why do you still choose to watch?Are you really thinking with your crotch?Can you for once tell the truth?Did you think your actions will only impact your youth?Why on earth did you do that?Do you know that you really are a sleazy rat?Are you really that clueless?Do you
Tears NonetTears are streaming down my upward turned face,as my heart once again starts to race. This is what it's all about now, the power of past's gone somehow. Crying is renewal.It's gone, the cruel. We are now free.To just be.To crytears.
Hard WorkBe yourself they said.Through truth you'll get anywhere.You're perfect the way you are they said.You're something beautiful to share.I remember hearing this all the time,recollecting those words as I write this rhyme.There was one thing that they forgot to saywhich is what my mantra is here and today.Though you may be you and the best to believeyou still need to work to be beneficialin the lives of others and yours to achieveanything that will not be something superficial.People forgot to say that work is needed.Not the normal amount that keeps you in the gray,but mind wrenching, sweat creating, limit exceeded.To
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