I am sick, of fighting these demons. The one called life, almost gives me no reason, to continue on. Of course, like everyone else, i like to play with the thought of being, happy, when, im not. These demons and things are, everywhere. Bringing dispair and pain when they trudge on this plane, of existance. And im running out of resistance. Out of will. I've been told that, love prevails over all, but what is love? True love is a figment of a lonely one's imagination. People get married out of love, but with tje smallest fustration they feel the only retaliation is to lie, and cheat, and split apart instead of living up to that desication. I once fell into that trap. Never again. But you know what? Im really not ready to go yet. Sure, i moan and frett, but because shadows always breath down my neck. There os so mich i have yet to achieve and see. So i shall hold on to that ever dim candle flame. Though it may burn at times, i refuse to die.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Moon Touch
I do not wait for dawn's kiss.
Instead,
I reminess the moon's touch.
I cherish the way her light,
Makes me blush.
My love,
Is beautiful.
Her pure light is all,
I wish for.
The wind calls for me.
A summons to my midnight queen.
No cloud can come between,
Me and my dream.
The end to my reality.
An awakening of my fantasy.
Roses reach up to feel,
Her cool embrace.
With her there is a special place.
One i never thought i would reach.
A broken cosmose,
With a diamond sky.
No ship can get me there.
No sea leads in its direction.
Only my broken thoughts,
Fleating from dawn's light.
Invincible
Come with your demons!
Your red eyed serpents!
I have faced far worst.
Come with your silver sword angels!
Your haloed archers!
I have seen beauty unmatched.
Come with your tsunamies and fire!
And your raging pits of shadows!
I have created pain far more cripling.
I do not know from where you come.
But i shall blacken out your sun.
Holy words will not bother me.
For when you sleep,
My eyes you will see.
Give up on your pitiful crusades!
I devour armies of rage.
And do not speak of love and heart.
Because thoes things,
I will never again start.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Luna
I cherish the moment when the sun retreats,
Its feirce rays diminished for a time,
And luna shows her beautiful face,
Illuminating the dark, dismal night.
Her silver light peirces my heart,
And whispers sweet things to my very soul.
A gentle rain decends around me,
Cleansing my doleful spirit,
and setting me free once more.
As the crimson jewel falls from the, rose petal,
And the evening breeze caresses,
My face,
Immoral spears from a malicious,
Ball of fire,
Lurches to impale me,
As i kiss my love goodbye
Helpless
Whenever the moon hides her face,
After the winds caress, like lace,
When you realize time hold your fate,
You long for the light of day.
As violent storms rage from your eyes,
While you sit and wait to die
As if you could refuse to cry,
As though you have a reason to strive,
You drink the poisoned wine.
Once the crow sings her song,
After the winter begins to storm,
As if you will ever be warm
When the clouds cover the sun,
You dream of an unfound home.
This Dark Heart of Mine
I feel like i will die,
In this twisted land.
Angels will fall,
And you will start to see this,
Dark heart of mine.
This dark heart of mine,
Where fears and nightmares,
Are awakened.
Angels will cry,
And evil will flow into me.
Into this dark heart of mine.
I feel you,
When you sleep.
Through your dreams.
Sad or sweet.
Let you and i,
Try to run away.
Angels will cry.
All that you hear,
Is the beating of,
This dark heart of mine.
This dark heart of mine.
Where shadows and night,
is all there is.
Angels will cry,
And all you can hear is,
The slow beat of,
This dark heart of mine.
Dark heart of mine.
What horror have i become?
Starlit Rain
A twinkle emits from her eyes.
Diamonds scattered across an, obsidian sky.
The flowing tendrils of dawn,
Give chase.
Desperate to reveal her unwanted,
Fate.
But thoes glistning windows,
Of the purest kind,
Stay shut.
Rain decends gently.
Staining the world around her.
A hideous blemish,
On the whitest cotton sheets.
And as the stary window leaks,
She realizes that there is more,
To life to seek,
And desides to change the things, that make her weak.
To strive for the heavens,
and reach her peak.
Promises
Cross my heart, and hope to die.
They peomise as they lie there,
Small and broken.
Hiding from society.
Shy,
in front of people who have not yet, spoken.
Cross my heart, and hope to die.
They vow,
With their silent pleas.
Infested with fleas,
As they tease the idea of being,
Secure.
Cross my heart and hope to die,
Lingers in their mind.
As they cry each day and night,
And fight the frozen winters.
Or the blazing summer as it blisters.
They dont all enjoy begging to be,
Like them.
With expensive jeggings,
or suits at weddings.
Cross my heart, and hope to die,
They decide.
Piliging dumpsters,
smelling foul enough to knock, someone under.
Under.
Below the tar pit they sit,
As we spit,
And walk on by.
Knowing that they sing,
Cross my heart and hope to die.
So why,
Hasnt anything changed?
They have sang for to long,
And now more have been added to, the throng,
And i wonder how they still sing this, song of life,
In spite of death that,
Might, come their way.
Cross my heart and hope to die,
Is a discusting lie,
like that fly sitting on their,
stained covers.
Ive watched them,
Cross their hearts, and refuse to die.
My minds eye cant take it.
Like starving children crawling,
Through the desert.
They are forsaken.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Don't Turn Away
For so long,
I waited for,
Someone as perfect as,
You.
I hold you dear,
And want you near.
Please don't turn away,
Don't turn away from me.
Loosing my mind each day,
I can not see your face.
So i hold on to,
Memories.
My skin screams for your touch.
Your love is way to much,
For someone as unworthy as me.
For so long,
I waited for,
Someone as perfect as,
You.
Stay with me,
As we share dreams.
Please don't turn away,
Don't turn away from me.
Ebony Wing
Why does the crow sing?
When all she can see is nothing.
Black on the outside,
As well as in.
Like the void,
She lives,
And shall never end.
Why does the crow sing?
Forced to watch humanity.
From a shadowed world,
She looks down,
At restless souls,
Roaming around fighting for, sovereignty.
Why does the crow sing?
Knowing,
The end is near.
She watches humans compete,
And kill.
Living,
In total fear.
Afraid of what is so near.
Why does the crow sing?
her song sad.
Even in her laugh.
Taking flight,
On ebony wings.
Till its all over.
A shattered dream.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Red
Red is a powerful color.
It is the color of love.
It is the color of my blood,
As it runs hot for you.
Red is the color of passion.
Of roses as they bloom.
It is the color of our hearts,
As they beat as one.
Red is the color of your cheeks, when you blush.
It is the color of your ears,
when it is cold.
Of your lips, and all of their soft glory.
Red is the color of the sky,
As we watch the sunset.
Of the leaves in the fall.
It is the color of a ladybug,
As it lands on your shoulder.
Red is the color of eternity.
Of Venus, the goddess of love.
It is the color of us as we live, forever.
Broken Heart
My heart was dieing.
Slowly,
But surely.
I never dreamed of,
Love,
or of being alive again.
Afraid of pain,
My heart withdrew.
Locked inside its own coffin.
Then you,
A shadowed angel.
Always there,
Never seen.
Always noticed,
Never acknowledged.
Swept down,
On your pale wings.
Tore my heart,
From its coffin,
And healed it.
Making my life new,
Once more.