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I know not how
The Heaven's above
Breathe that vow
In which all life,
Sings without care
Sweetness in the
When shall it rain
Down from the skies
To relieve the yearning
Of my deepest cries?
Autumn HomeThe wistful wind
The tide of the trees
The red and gold color
Of crisp fallen leaves
The vast green floor
And blue tapestries
Blew right through me
With the gentle breeze
My peaceful heart
Knows its home
This great rock
Of which I roam
DreamsWhat wonders the imagination can bring
With opened ear and untamed eye
Dreams that we shall toss and fling
And float about towards the sky
By luminous light of thought
Day and night will awaken newly
And become what you have sought
To find your most distant Thule
Never letting go of that which we cherish
The spirit of innocence and truth
Why without it, what would we but perish?
In the darkness of lost youth
IllusionsHow crazy these delusions,
That arise in sheer confusion
For half-asleep it sets in my mind,
An eternity where thoughts are unconfined
Sense it makes when in this state,
But soon a reminder follows
A quick awakening brings reality, returns normality
To this half-deluded mind
As if to ever find,
Some sort of conclusion
What is normality, but an illusion?
Come Away, Come AwayCome away, come away
As I lazily lay
It was the last day in the month of May,
When it said come away, come away
Still I sit, never flit, out of wit
In my chair in the middle of nowhere
To go anywhere, I surely do care
But still I sit there, in the middle of nowhere
I can't find the strength
As I lie at full length
In this bed that I dread
But still it said,
From far far away,
Come away, come away
Like a daunting whisper, it taunts
Never leaving me, it haunts
To grant me needed ambition,
Or supply me with intuition
Carry me away, I say,
Take me away, so far far away
I can no longer stay in this chair and lay
Let me explore, I implore
The endless shore and so much more
Let me see, I plea
All that thee have made for me
Let me out, I shout
Out of this route of endless doubt
Come away, Come away
I still hear it say
Even to this day
It will never cease to say,
Come away, come away
Grief of a GhostThe light I always imagined
The transportation I have longed
Have not come of this new state
What have I done to be so wronged?
All around me has not changed
The house I always knew
And the walls the same color
The air the same hue
Yet when I lift my hand
In front of my cold face
I see right through the figure
Barely a line left to trace
As I take a step, or clench my fist
I feel my limbs as floating gossamer
My whole form is but a mist
I never imagined it would be like this
When I ceased to exist
I hear in the next room
Cries of weep and woe
Familiar cries of my mother, my father
But never of such unequalled sorrow
Quickly I rush into the room
To see lament so loathsome
I place my hand on my father's shoulder,
To the shock I can't help but succumb
No touch have I felt
My hand has gone right through
As if nothing was there
Can this horror be true?
Loudly I call out his name
Doesn't seem to hear
I cry out, louder louder, still
Does he not know I'm here?
The Eve of MelancholyThe Light, It sprung up from the Earth
Jetting into space, It's remarkable girth
The children hide in their bunks
Looking through the crack
Beams of light slowly rose,
Gently rose from the line
Its beams-its own spectacle, dancing gracefully
On the Eve of Melancholy
It overlooked all the scared, the petrified down below
Rejoices as they gazed at the bright show
Sky flooded with violets, magentas, and blue
Traced a line, of no one knew who
Starring, starring, It didn't know who too
The stratosphere became even less clear
As they watched It draw near
As It drew even more near
The waters tumbled and reached for the skies
Crashed and crashed, alas, nothing more than cries
The rock crumbled and tried to reach,
Only crumbling to its own defeat
It came, no longer looking below
And saw nothing more than bittering sorrow
"What have I done?" It said
Out came no tears, out of Its eyes It bled
Looking there, they saw It bleed
All that they need, It too must need
Panic stricken, a
Old FriendHello there again, my old friend
I didn't invite you, nor I ever do
How long will you stay?
Or will you ever go away?
Have you been here all along?
I thought you were gone,
Will you prove me wrong?
As long as you're here,
Don't come in too near
Keep a safe distance,
Find your own place
At the edge of the room
At least when I'm all alone,
I know I can find you at my home
Always by my side,
Willing to be my guide
Like an unsound ghost,
Providing company when I need it most
But I wish you would let me be,
And give back my eyes to see
I'm falling when with you,
How do I know what's true?
Perhaps I gave you an invitation,
And it wasn't just your manipulation
But never would I ask for such an intrusion,
That brings nothing more than empty seclusion
No matter how far I push you away,
I fear with me you will always stay
Whenever I think it's going to end,
There you are again, my old friend
Cognitive Dissonancesubdued by thoughts
to force an ocean
through a straw
cocooning to something
vague and me
and build room
for duo transformations
but real and lovely
frustration of simplicity
The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flames
And into a Winter sun I bleed my dreams,
as a thousand years of love & war dressed the sky
Long-ships sailed to the otherworld upon Odin’s breath
Betwixt night and day I wandered, shimmering, peering
— Till my chalice of Dragons blood flowed but no more
I became a warrior lost in the stars, drifting, ever falling,
Until the shadows entombed my soul in Raven-lore
Lo the tempest eerie; ‘magick entwining spirit and flesh
Upon snow I awoke dreary, beneath winged-silhouettes
‘Couldst be, my Princess adored; — last of the Valkyrie!
I recall — myriad of black feathers in leisured-dance,
And our love soared ravenous unto darkness befallen
From the frosts of creation I wrought gloom and desire,
Bore the tongue of fevered winds thru oceans of time
Here thy whispers feasting, I linger, clad in mists of fire
O’ we have lived, in the arms of shadow and vapors
We have sung, in fields of night
19.specks of sand and dirt burrowed themselves
in the scrapes on my knees
as I sought to fly away from there;
amidst my footprints on trampled earth
I learned that forever can be measured
(the sun was cold
stretching my bruised arms towards
them, who look at me as if I am
a pitiful animal, abandoned and rough
yet it was this beast inside me
that taught me always can be measured
(as usual, I'm not going anywhere
“You know everyone has problems.”
a scoffing utterance from my own mind
words that sting as much as the first time
my wounded heart endured them, when
I learned that often can be measured
(the sweetest lies were my own;
I told me to see the bright side;
to not spend my life battered
and bitter, and I pledged to keep my smile
from now on, but all I learnt was
that sometimes can be measured
(in the end,
I still lacked strength)
When I fell after having clung
to that image w
Flawless ImperfectionsI am lazy.
I am quick to anger.
I am prone to striking out physically when my words, right or wrong, fail to get through.
I am easily frustrated.
I am pretentious.
I am greedy.
I am incredibly unsympathetic to the pains of others.
I am unable to forget or forgive transgressions against me.
I am stubborn.
I am manipulative.
I am childish.
I am vicious.
I am cold-hearted.
I am insecure.
I am selfish.
I am too concerned about the opinions of others.
I am blunt.
I am intolerant of those I deem weak or stupid.
I am opinionated.
I am unworthy of much, if not all, I have been given.
I am unable to stand on my own.
I am irresponsible and unreliable.
I am reckless.
I am anal retentive.
I am antisocial.
I am a procrastinator.
I am ungrateful.
I am withdrawn.
I am a terrible person.
I am loving.
I am fiercely loyal.
I am happy with my body.
I am alwa
Dear teen meDear teen me,
I wish I could send this letter into the past somehow. I really do.
This letter is not meant to list all the good things that will happen in your life. It's meant to tell the truth in order to prepare you. I'm sorry.
Looking back, it's tempting to tell you where I made my mistakes. To say what I could've done different. But you and I both know you would follow my exact footsteps either way, mistakes or not. Even so, I will tell you these things because I have no one to say them to except for myself.
There will be bumps on the road, and you won't have an easy time getting over them by yourself. So please, please, don't be a fool like me and think you can handle everything alone. You can, and you will. I know that. But it's going to cause you problems. The sadness and emptiness inside you aren't going to go away. It's going to grow. You will become numb and it'll take hard work and time to open up a little bit again, even if that only means being honest to
Broken PiecesIn an instant
Pick up the pieces
Bond them with the glue of mistrust
Re-frame that perfect picture
That you hold so dear
All for youFalling asleep with tears in my eyes
And haunted by the thoughts of you
This is for you hun'
Your face is smiling at me
A fake, ghost-version of your old beautiful smile
Teasing me with what could have been
What I could have had
Those bright blue eyes look at me
But the sparkle is gone
Now they're just the eyes of a stranger
I watched you dissappear
I stood by and saw you fade away
Only a ghost is left of the old you
There was nothing I could do
So this is for you my dear
I'm holding you oh so tight
Fighting to bring you back to life
I'm falling asleep with tears in my eyes
These teardrops fall for you
This is all for you my love
the demonessthe obscurity pervades my soul
the light is away from me
the demoness plays with me
resisting the temptation is hard
this creature is appealing
her shapes are voluptuous
her body is tortured by injuries that never heal
my mind is possessed by her charm
I am powerless
I am captivated by the demoness
the light has forsaken me
I am slave to this beauty of evil
Alas, I am a NerdGot up Monday morning, and was on my way to work
when I got cut off in traffic by some big-rig driving jerk.
I shook my fist in fury at that beer-bellied old shmoe
And the first thing that I shout at him is, "Curse you, Muggle! Crucio!"
I realize now that I must have sounded really quite absurd.
But I just can't help it, I must admit it. Alas, I am a nerd!
I'm running very late now and my Subaru's at warp speed.
I know that I'm in a hunk of junk. A Delorian's what I need!
I don't want to be seen arriving late, so like the Flash I run inside.
If only I had the Ring of Power... I could just put it on and hide!
I don't mean to be late. I really try, but in case you hadn't heard,
The new Hobbit ad was airing this morning! Alas, I am a nerd!
But the twenty-sided dice it seems this morning won't roll in my favor,
My boss gives me quite the talk as if he's saying "Twenty points from Gryffindor!"
If I only had a Tardis - or Skynet's time travel tech!
Or perhaps, eve
True StrengthWhen we think of strength some words instantly come to mind
But I ask...what is true strength
Cause while physical strength is powerful
Muscles tear, get sore, tire and ultimately can fail in the end
True strength isn't just
Lifting the heaviest object
Winning a fight
Taking physical hardship
True strength...isn't just physical
True strength is
Knowing the limits of what you can do
Saying sorry even when you may not be forgiven
Forgiving others when it is hardest
Allowing others to help and throwing away your pride
Helping those who may have angered you in the past
Volunteering to take the short straw
Telling the truth when it can be unpleasant
Standing up for the right thing when no one else will
Putting yourself outside your comfort zone
Not cutting corners to achieve your goal
Sticking with something until it is done
Taking the pain no one else will
Making the tough decisions when it counts
True strength doesn't come from the heavier weights you
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