A clock ticking somewhere
Another moment lost
I can't seem to care
A yawning ache
In the vicinity of the heart
The walls that usually comfort
Press in, suffocate
Magnify the sound of my breath
The beat of my heart
There will be no...
The weary sun this day does not rise
as the earth is rent in twain
by a booming blare spawned from a sickly horn.
Ragged hands wrapped in beads of Rosary
scrape their way up the fleshy earth.
A man near the opened earth, of no religion does he ascribe
who days ago did laugh...
.The echo of clinking metal resounds and vibrates along the hillsPulsing, pounding like a heartbeatYou, mounted on your trusted steedYou, wrapped in your armorNoble man of strength and honorMany battles have thou fought and wonRough and worn and torn asunderThou hast returned to...
An unnatural light hung over the familiar town of Lowur’s Valley. My skin prickled with the strange feeling of a thousand eyes resting upon me. There was not a whisper to be heard, even the blacksmith’s shop was silent, a rare occurrence...
moments as I reach to grab
I can hear it laughing as it tucks them away
Never to be seen again
We found the secret
Time has no place with you and me
Shut the door
Open the drapes
Take my hand and fall with me
Watch my eyes
As your mouth finds mine
See my world is...
and weakening my mind
Ratteling my bones and stirring these nerves
Visibly shaking but unheard, I stand
Stinging my eyes like 10,000 bees
Tears stream down as pain ensues
Red cheecked but still unheard
Vibrating down in my core
Shaking my core, pushing sound from my lips...
remnants of things remain... spoken, felt... yet much left unsaid, she tries in vain to understand, to make sense of it all... something... but her thoughts continue... muddied... and her words have little voice of their own...
as the small puddle borne of frequent interaction
A thoughtless word or gesture
Harmony is never absolute
In the normal course these are followed by acknowledgement
Remorse and apology
And so the little puddle stays little
But here I stand...
the photos, the memories, placed them in a box and tied it with a beautiful red bow. She tucked the box away, lost in the attic of her mind. Maybe one day when she was old, her skin aged with the wrinkles of life and experience, she'd find the box, carefully open it...
since I've written anything I actually had some feeling behind. Too often I let life destroy the little sense of emotion I have left. Taught that emotions make you weak and that crying is forbidden. Taught that you have to put on a strong front because the world doesn't give a...
Will live a life of crime that not even the law can end. Will spend the rest of our life's in the road,running from this dark world. Our journey will bring a burden to the people who don't want to let reality go but joy to the people who do.Ill show you a life without reality...
She stands before me in plain sight. Who I see is not who they say. Almost like we stare in a different way.
Who they see, A girl with hair of gold and sapphire looking back at them sweetly. A strong, confident caring soul.
Who I see, A meak ugly undeserving soul, whom hides...
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her cheek blurred as salt filled tears fall soaking one spot on her silky blouse that made her a lady. Her neck and chest flushed by the heat of emotion as desperation bellows from her core.
Slouched like a child in a large brown arm chair, she gazes off lost in a familiar...
Braced for impact?
Wandering the shore lost in the stars?
Running forward in blind anticipation?
Well, could have been any, or all
Any, or all.
Sometimes I hear the roar
Sometimes I ignore it
Matters little in the end
So much matters little in the end
it's dying..Like a love that seems to endYet, perhaps only fading into dormancy.Just as that tree shall burst forth into lifeon some warm spring day.Perhaps that love also never quite dies,But is lying in quietude, stillness..Waiting to be reignited in some brilliant ray of...
Drifting in an ocean of pain
Trying to relax, float
Focusing on the stars
Rather than the nothingness
The softness of the water
Rather than the lack of a shore
A diet of wishes, hopes, and dreams
The menu of optimism
You call it possibility
To make it more real
If you do not write of things from deep within your own heart, your mind and your soul,
What’s the use of churning out so many words?
Unless you got lost on purpose
Would you have ever gotten this far?
There's no way
We can't hold it back ~
Why, then, do...
Shadows danced across the valley as the echo of laughter drifted on the cool autumn breeze.
Just reflections and memories of what would never be again.
A myriad of familiar scents pulled her back into another time.
She stood swaying softly, her eyes closed, breathing them...
that occurred to me today as I was out and about, which I am working on turning into something:
Dreams falling in slow motion like dead soldiers
Memories of tomorrow fading with time
A future slipping through my hands like sand
that tickles her feet.
Her curly hair moving with each step, the sun shining on it, make it look like fire.
No other thought than to keep moving.
Keep going, don't stop.
The only time she feels alive is when she feels that burning in her lungs and her heart pounding in her chest...
down all the way into the cracks on the sidewalk. A man walks below me, his footsteps splashing droplets of murky water onto his clothes. The umbrella is catching some, the drops bead up and trickle away. A soggy, filthy newspaper is carelessly tossed to the ground, the ink...
ngunit ako'y bigo-
Ikaw pala'y wala na.
Nagtanong ako kay inang kalikasan, ngunit ako'y bigo-
Ikaw pala'y wala na.
Hinanap kita sa hilaga, silangan, timog at kanluran, ako'y bigo-
Ikaw pala'y wala na.
Sa aking saglit na pamamahinga, sabay sa saliw ng musika;
Sa dapit hapon...
heart with you
I build my walls to keep you out
I have no walls; I am an open book
I say what I don't mean to keep the peace
I say everything and mean it all
I wait for you to leave
I dream of being with you
You are my choice
You are my wish
from the dream,From waiting,You, don't leave me alone with the bench in darkness,Place your head on my shoulder,Grab and hold my cold hand,Waiting for your hands, not to warm up my hands,For my heart...I am tired,Turn my face towards to you,Ask me to open my eyes; closed for...
Sits and ponders the life he's known
Unfulfilled and saddened by the world
He takes the on step which will change every thing
Giving himself and his life to the cause he sits
Upon a mare cloaked in tin and chains
Sword and shield at the ready he melts
Love on one side, hate on the other, how is that, which to choose..Like a magnet i'm pulled to your negative, always playing the positive fool.Can't do it but I want to win, you make me crazy, putting bullet's through friend's.What's funny to you makes me want to die, so feed me...
I just want to be close and hold tight
All you do, is all I need and if it's good for you its good for me, so hold tight
Don't turn away in fear, in this time and in this space, keep us here and hold tight
A tender moment lost in bunches of passionate kisses and light touches...
when minds can think infinitely.
But I don't need your mind to be infinite, it can be simple in form of expression but complex in feeling. Complex in what you feel and simple in your touch. Simple enough to let the complexities surge through my skin when we touch.
before winter break for this story contest (I won, though). The theme was to make your own little fairy tale or something similar to that. I just found a copy the other day in my attic, as well as a violin I hadn't seen in ages. So yeah, haha. Excuse the bad grammar and all that...
shadows fall across a barren landscape devoid of hope
scattered shards of broken dreams lay glimmering in the fitful light
my heart rent asunder, it`s contents fall away bleeding into the parched earth
no dreamer wakes this day, no light beckons this weary soul
into the deepest part of me. I can't tell if he likes what he sees or if I should be ashamed of myself. Why do I have to hide? Why must I have to lie...to everyone. I'll spare a hundred hearts to break mine a hundred times.
It’s so very odd hearing the people in the room next to me chattering. These strangers speaking as if they were old friends, as if a connection of some odd kind actually existed between them. They chortle and chuckle, smile and smirk, how very odd indeed! They offer up the...