Reflection.I'm here now.
Now where we once were. Now without you.
Bonds between two can be made instantaneously
and will both strengthen and weaken overtime.
Our bond was like any other: irregular, stressed,
and at times looking as if it might break. It
never did though. We mended each others wounds.
It took time; although, everything goes along with time.
I can't help reflecting on those days.
Sometimes moments that I had lost in the back
of my mind are found so easily while I waste the
night away. Your face, your voice, your character,
I remember it all. But what I recall and cherished
so much back then were your eyes. The window to
the soul, or so they say. To me they were a glimpse
into your heart. A heart that had known oppression,
begged for answers, and suffered loneliness.
So I did what I could, and with only a glimpse of
something so magnificent I gave it what every heart deserves.
I gave it love.
I did not even know it at the time. Regardless, I had
done it. Whether intended or not, you
What Lies Past.Sitting here.What Lies Past.1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Satisfy my hunger.
A sip of liquid.
Back to typing.
Adjust the fan.
Nothing changes much.
To the door.
Lean towards it.
Close one eye.
Squint the other.
Peek through eye-hole.
Over a short amount of time, I have seen much. Sounds and noises will come
from past that door and I will rise every time, trying to catch a glimpse of
what it was. Gazing through that circular crack in the wall of my mental prison.
A taste of freedom.
Cool breeze of the outside.
I could be out there.
In the open.
But shortly following the mere seconds of spying outside the confines of my mind,
I return to my seat once again to continue typing.
Satisfying my hunger.
Drinking more liquid.
Never ceasing the clicking.
Torture.This hatred I feel. This malice.Torture.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Sucking the tip of my fingers, the blood quenching my hunger.
If only I had not made such a mess.
To feel anger is great. An art it becomes once you can control it.
What a magnificent practice it truly is.
I can hardly contain myself now, I have to dig deeper within them!
Slashing and hacking, tearing off limbs one after another!!
They just stand there!!! Submitting to me so openly!!
Ahaha! This is so much fun!!
At least that is how it was earlier, but now I kneel here over them and the
pool of dark cold blood. My fire is a small flame now. The eyes in my stare
without life and the veil lifted. Color from my face has drained. Oh joy.
Still licking my fingers.
Still breathing steadily.
Still watching my own lifeless body.
Uncertainty.Racing thoughts, no clear answers, no telling what is real, scared, worried, tense all over, fearful, what could it mean, silence, mixed signals, I have to be patient, how much longer must I wait, no good, please make it stop, sitting all alone, it could mean anything, oh god, waiting.Uncertainty.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Waiting for what?
Waiting for a response, waiting for an answer. To know the truth or see the results.
Did I make a mistake?
Am I at fault?
Was someone hurt in the process?
Why all this uncertainty!?
The patience will end me before the news is released.
What is taking so long? It could be delayed for any reason.
Are they mad?
Are they sad?
Are they feeling mixed emotions?
Did they not receive it?
Did they not see it just yet?
Maybe they are busy?
Maybe they don't care?
I have made too many mistakes. The gash is only becoming wider on my chest.
The wound I have sustained.
The hole where my heart used to be.
The space where I held them close.
The gap that was left...
Left after I hurt so
Private.Finished toying with the cube once more, I lay there and sigh.Private.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
I could always do it again.
Standing up now, I make sure my entrance and exit is securely bound
before going any further. Delving into the darkness, retrieving the
bundle, and then placing it down in the open. Undoing the knots to
reveal the gross sins I have stowed away for so long.
Now I remove my daily attachments followed with setting them aside.
These pieces that reflect both individuality and commonality.
But now I seek secrecy.
A couple minutes pass and I am again reunited with that which plagues
me, but also brings me great joy. If only there were a way I could move
past these walls while these sins grasp to my scarred body.
But alas, I fear scrutiny along with judgment. I can not be seen with
these on me, for those who spy look only from a distance.
But when you step closer, only a few steps needed.
You will see what really wears these garments.
Anticipate.The world is always changing and we are right along side it.Anticipate.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Evolving. Learning. Growing. Achieving.
Something new is always in store for us after each passing day.
The thrill of fresh ideas. A journey down another road.
Not knowing what will come.
My only concern; will it be for better or worse?
All around me I see sorrow, pain, woe, and anguish.
But there can still be joy.
Why are we more and more blind to the peace we can bring us and others?
Or are we so distracted with satisfying our own selfish needs...
I do not know.
I look to the future, hoping for happiness.
I want to find peace, excitement, understanding, and love..
More importantly, I want us all to be happy.
I can't do it alone and I can not be naive in believing it easy to accomplish.
Maybe, I will find one or two who share this resolve of mine.
Maybe, we can change the world.
Hope.The knight gradually began to lift himself off the ground just as another comrade falls right in front of him. Filled with shock, he glances around.Hope.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Soldiers, friends, family, faceless recruits, and even those he once called enemies but now allies, are dropping like the petals off of a wilting flower. The world moves ever so slowly as the knight watches the carnage take place. Those he had fought hard for and those he never had the chance to raise his blade with now lie in pools of blood and kiss the cold earth.
How could this be? Where did it go wrong? Why did I not see this coming?
These thoughts and more raced through his mind until his sight stopped at a ghastly figure.
It was tall and bulky. In one hand it grasped a mace with a head bigger than that of a horse's and in the other the severed head of an unfortunate victim. The garments it wore were of pitch black robes stained with blood that seeped with an ominous aura and a hood that hid its face but sheltered two piercing green e
Trust.Trust in me.Trust.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
No, not who I am. The real me.
Trust the me you feel rather than the me you see.
Trust in the times and days. Those words that are
spoken only hold what is real. I seek only to aid.
Soar to the heavens and plummet to the earth.
But know what is true and what is false.
A facade. Masks are always worn. Look past them.
If you have to, remove the shell to find the riches.
See me. No, not him but me.
The real me.
The complicated me.
The true me.
Now it is up to you. Who do you see?
Do you see just me, or me?
I won't make you choose, it is solely your decision to make.
Do you see "me"?
Because I have been hiding in these shadows for longer than
anyone ever should. The darkness and I are one. It feeds off
my woe in exchange for the aid I can provide others.
If you can see me, I would love to see the light.
So please, see me.
Wish.The slumber I take may steal me from this land.Wish.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The slumber I take may bring desperate clarity.
Or maybe I shall wake to find you waiting for me.
All of this time spent has yielded no answers.
I wonder how anything works in that realm.
Such a waste.
So if you don't mind, I would like the company..
Just for tonight.
Linger.A fresh start? False hope.Linger.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Purge me of them? Constantly vexing.
Apparitions pay their visits.
Company I never requested.
Ever so easily.
With such finesse.
Drawing my breaths out of me, one by one.
Leaving me gasping for clarity of mind.
Present time, I sort through them.
Most of the Masks are beyond repair.
Knowledge possessed now speaks.
Going exposed is the only way.
Wounds reopened, no more mending.
Ripped and tattered is this soul.
No cold blade to announce any verdict.
Here, standing idle.
These defenses now dust.
Here, forever remain.
These haunting memories.
Release.It begins.Release.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Images pass by swiftly.
People and places are here, and then there.
I don't have enough time to process it all.
What am I saying, there is plenty of time on my hands.
But even then it all goes by so fast.
I recall a place just before it slips away.
Imagination tricks me to thinking I have been here before.
Too much time has gone by.
It needs to stop.
I can't take it.
And then I see her.
Moving quickly, I halt right in front of her.
"There isn't enough time left," She says to me.
I take what looks like a pair of glasses from her hands.
Smiling, she questions, "what are you going to do with it?"
"I'll show you," I respond.
Slowly putting the glasses on, realizing they are mine, it all spins out of control once more but she is in my arms and I don't want to let go before we have a chance for one last...
Eyes gradually open.
I notice my chest is lifted and lips are parted.
That one kiss. A kiss I will not get from her.
To my right I find spectacles, I take ownership of, folded i
Desperate.The lie: :iconheehee-plz:Desperate.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
The truth: :icondesperateplz:
Chapter.This day ends.Chapter.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
I shall start anew.
These days I knew.
This is a new chapter in my life. On my own now.
I have support, but no more training wheels.
A solo mission.
One many before and after will take.
I am ready. Heh, I will have to be.
I mean hey, who wouldn't be?
Feelings.How we feel is always different from today to tomorrow.Feelings.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
No few or many words can capture the true meaning of our emotions.
We think we know at times and then it slips from our grasp.
Other times, we are not even sure if we should open our mouths to speak.
Feelings are so vast and strange. Unknown, but very familiar.
Your feelings may be different than another's; our feelings may be almost
But that moment when you don't compare, but "share" a feeling.
A feeling of trust, honor, respect, joy, sadness, uncertainty,
and many can relate to at one time or another, love.
The feelings never go away, they just die down for a bit. A day will
come when another spark will light the fire needed for that feeling
to resurface and you will be back where you were oh so long ago.
And when that time comes, don't feel like you have to say anything.
Let time take its course.
Trust they will wait for your reply.