The wind blows in a sudden change.
What was is no longer what is
and what is is no longer what was.
I don't want to give in to this pain.
I can't close my eyes to hide away
cause I don't know what's there.
If I never sleep then I'll never die.
That doesn't change the fallen angels that lie at my feet.
I wanna hide as they scream my name.
God knows they scream.
I'm frightened by what I see before me
but I know there's so much more to come.
I've been taken for a ride
and was ditched at the otherside.
Here, I can't tell what's real and what's not,
but does it matter anymore?
I'm on the otherside,
where angels di
The sky above turns dark
as tear soaked lilies lift their heads to the sky.
The tears streak down their faces as they cry.
They cry for dreams
broken and shattered,
dreams,
fragile as a newborn baby,
dreams,
those that should have
been chased from now into forever.
They cry for those who have no dreams,
who have no hope.
The dew on them cries for those taken too early.
They cry for those whose mortality shows,
for those whose grief is unexpressible,
for those whose joys are grave and shallow,
for those who feel no purpose here.
The lilies lift their tear-stained white faces,
and they cry for us,
we who die
So much I wish I could show you.
So much I wish I could do for you.
So much I wish I could tell you.
So many things I would give for you.
But there's just never enough time.
But there's never the right way.
But there's never the words to speak.
But there's no way for those things to be done.
But there's no way I can give those to you.
So I sit here listening quietly as you tell me how much you love me.
So I sit here watching quietly as you show me how much you love me.
So I sit here watching ashamed as you do little things to show how much you love me.
So I sit here watching depresed as you give so much to show you love me.
And
To split them up? No, but at the same time yes. She wanted to, but not out of malice. It was something that she believed in deeply. Something that had rooted itself in her so completely that it was all that she could think of. Not just any kind of love, but a primal, deeply rooted, uncaged love. A love that said, It isn't good enough that he is happy. He should be happy with her. That's all she wants, that's all she needs. She experienced true love with him. A taste, oh, such a sweet taste. And now she wants more. She wants to feel it, breathe it, taste it. She wants him more than anything else in the world.. He gave and showed her something
He stood there looking at the tree in front of him. It almost seemed to mock him, calling out to his obvious fears, He clenched his fists and raised them. His fist flew out, striking the tree dead on. Pain rocketed from his fist up his arm. He dropped it, holding back a yell. His knuckles throbbed as he shook his hand. The tree stood, seemingly laughing at him. He looked at his fist then back at the tree. He wanted to punch it again, but he was terrified of the pain.
You're too weak.
"Who's there?" he cried out looking around.
Sheki…how are you going to protect anyone?
"I can too protect people!"
Ay yai…You're afraid…I told you to b
All it's words are cut up before it speaks
but should it stop attempting?
It really doesn't make much sense,
but does it matter to the creature
being stabbed by the silver sliver?
And this beast does cry out,
his shattering soul does break the windowpanes.
The sad story of one that believed and
learned what it means to not believe.
The sad story of those who refuse to trust.
And all he dreams of is the summertime
in this bitter end of his.
A man stands lone.
Statuesque, he barely breathes.
A sword he holds which glimmers in the light.
Day in, day out, the man does not move.
People glance wondering why.
Why does this man stand so still?
Till one day another man arrives wielding a sword.
The new swordsman runs forth and swings; however he is not fast enough.
His body hits the ground with a soft thud; his lifeless eyes now point towards heaven.
The man has not moved, but the blood drying on his sword breaks the illusion.
Soon the dead will be taken away; he too will join the rest, and one again the man is denied.
Thoughts run through his head.
'Am I forever c
This is your obsession.
This is my grievance.
You say I'm not there enough.
That I don't care for you.
This is the obsession.
It warps your mind,
changes and deceives.
My grievance is this.
That you ask me to shirk
my responsibilities to
abandon my life and
devote myself fully to you.
Your obsession, my grievance.
It keeps me up at night,
tearing my hair out,
welling up tears.
So hard to choose for
you are my obsession
and I am your grievance.
And I am your obsession
and you are my grievance.
The end of beauty fast approaches.
A slight breeze stirs the dead leaves.
I stand, thinking of you, not noticing the leaves around.
It's hard to notice when you lower your eyes.
The end of beauty comes and I have nothing.
All I can do is to think of you and wonder why you left.
I wish I was justified, I wish I was vindicated in wanting to end it all.
I never win, I was born to lose, so why not end it all?
Beauty's end is almost upon us and I decide to see the bitter end.
I know what you would've wanted, so I stand here and stare at the cracks. Beauty has ended, beauty is dead, and I stand alone.
I love you....
This is the end my beautiful friend.
Everything we had means nothing in the end.
Every memory we shared just shatters.
This is the end my beautiful friend.
And it felt like the world was on our shoulders,
and now it feels like the world is over.
This is the end my beautiful friend.
And it seems like now I'm the crazy one,
that everything I do defies reason,
and everything you do follows it.
This is the end my beautiful friend.
And so, I pretend it doesn't faze me,
yet inside I die a little everyday.
So I keep anger for you and
bitter lessons for me.
And this is the end
My beautiful friend.
TAP TAP TAP
Timmy sat up in bed at the noise. He shuddered and pulled his blanket up close. What could be making that noise now? He looked at his clock. Three in the morning. He took a deep breath. He was fourteen now. He didn't believe in monsters anymore. A creak ran through his room. He looked over. His closet door creaked open and he saw something emerge. A big claw hand silhouetted in the pale moonlight. Timmy opened his mouth to scream….
And slammed into his floor. He opened his eyes. It was daylight. He stood up and shook his head. A dream. He went to his closet and checked the door. Nothing inside. He sighed and began to get ready
Found that he could not escape
His innumerable fears.
Phased out of society,
Living, but a lonely life.
Each sunrise: a sunset,
For another day lost.
To wander in the darkness
With no star of hope
To guide him through
An eternal punishment
That was self inflicted.
I hope you're happy, I hope you are well.
I hope so many things for others, but
None for me because all my hopes have failed.
Beyond reality is the only place I find
A respite from my depression and
A brief happiness that is only mine.
But I wish not to dream, so I do not sleep
All my thoughts drift to you and then
Reality fills me with sadness that drives deep.
I want to stop these daydreams of mine
For it hurts to miss you but you don't care,
And that's a realization isn't kind.
If only I didn't dream about and miss,
Our conversations, our jokes,
The way you held me when we kissed.
I don't know what I can do
To move beyond a
I feel so lost
for me, time has stopped…
and I can't figure out how
everyone else goes about their days…
because I'm stuck
and I feel like I have to
remind myself to breath
or else I'd forget the time
and place I'm still in
instead of the moment
frozen in my mind.
time has stopped
but the world moves on.
I'm stuck in a place
that only I know…
and that others can't relate.
if only time had stopped
for everyone
then I wouldn't feel so
lost…
confused…
alone
in the timelessness of it all
This is the end my beautiful friend.
Everything we had means nothing in the end.
Every memory we shared just shatters.
This is the end my beautiful friend.
And it felt like the world was on our shoulders,
and now it feels like the world is over.
This is the end my beautiful friend.
And it seems like now I'm the crazy one,
that everything I do defies reason,
and everything you do follows it.
This is the end my beautiful friend.
And so, I pretend it doesn't faze me,
yet inside I die a little everyday.
So I keep anger for you and
bitter lessons for me.
And this is the end
My beautiful friend.