One who rises the sun
One who rises the moon
Share power equally
For yet a struggle is brewing.
not among these two sisters
but the struggle is among the people.
One side for the day
One side for the Night.
nothing but a arguement
until one eveing between the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon
a fight that will involve two sisters
both holding love for each other
until that fight.
the one that controls the moon heard the please of the people
her heart clouded in their judgement
Evil did she turn
Her older sister
one who rises the Sun
Pleaded to her but her please fell on death ears
Basinshment did happen
for many moons the sister of the night was never seen
Until one night she came back
the act of six brave people cleared her heart
forever given by her sister
she return to rule the night
with her sister their to help.
Two sisters who rule a kingdom
Peace is all everyone knows now
but will that peace last
for their are people who want the nigh
Explaining DepressionImagine a deep chasm. You're trapped at the bottom all alone. Scattered along the walls above you are ledges. You can climb up to the ledges to find certain prizes. It could be something big like your loved ones or something as small as your favorite food. The higher you go the better the prize.Explaining Depression2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It takes a lot of energy to reach these ledges. Sometimes you have none to spare on the climb and you are more likely to fall. Other times loose footing or even rock slides can knock you down. The higher you are the farther you fall. The farther you fall the harder it is to get back up again.
You don't have to climb to find prizes though. But the prizes you find on the chasm floor are merely ghosts of the rewards above. They feel alien and fake. Eventually you don't see the point of climbing anymore. You stop caring about prizes and you give up.
At this point you notice a hole. Its dark and cold and seemingly endless. You know deep down that if you enter it you will never be able to return. Al
Liar.How I hate to play this game with you.Liar.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you refuse to be true?
Just give me an answer;
Something to believe;
And I will gladly take my heart off your sleeve.
Lie after lie,
Tear after tear,
Love is the only thing that you fear.
Uncommonly BeautifulThe stars are coming out tonight. A million, billion sources of light, stretching into infinity. A million, billion suns, each shining down on their own worlds. The moon is full and uncommonly beautiful. It will wax and it will wane, going from a bold, brilliant source of light nearly as powerful as the sun to the barest wink of silver in the sky, and then disappearing. But it will always return.Uncommonly Beautiful3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tomorrow morning, the sun will rise and paint the sky with color. It will give light and life to the world all day, as it has done for every day past and will do for every day still to come. Even if there are clouds and rain and storming, the sun will always be there, just behind it all, waiting to shine through again.
It will set in the night, going out in another blaze of beauty, and the the cycle will begin agian, and will continue to go on, no matter what happens to each of us, little souls going about our little lives of pain and pleasure on this little blue planet.
No matter what happens
Mermaid Bones - a beat poemTRIGGER WARNING: Sexual assault and eating disordersMermaid Bones - a beat poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mermaid Bones - a beat poem.
I'm hiding an ocean of teeth under my scales
it's in the forbidden taste of salt on my tongue
the weight of the measuring tape,
of those numbers pushing bubbles through my blood and through my gums.
It's written on the circumference of my waist.
In the words cursing the ghost ship of my shape being plundered against my will.
It's spoken by the fish telling me that I have no right to fill my gills with oxygen
underneath a sea bed of regret laid heavy with the shape of a tail.
You are a whale they said
and they made me push my bones out to see the fish bones that they could wish on
to beach myself on the sand reaching for a reason to say "no"
I will not make sandcastles out of sandwiches, and pick at the entrails of the jellyfish noodles on my plate on the first date with puberty that said
"you will now be endowed with an oyster set with strings of pearls that hang heavy round your throat like a
Self Harm, my storySelf harm...Self Harm, my story5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Oh is so beautiful, wonderful even. You feel the bade or the flame, or whatever and you just sigh in relief. Oh how fucking awesome is this? To become addicted to seeing your own blood. To come to need the pain to feel alright. You become like a chain smoker that needs his nicotine and without it, he's just a jumpy mess.
But that is everyone else. I'm a cutter myself and the blade is so nice.
The first cut is always the shallowest and over time, you go deeper and deeper; seeing how far you can go. Then you just dig and dig, needing to see how much blood can flow.
But you can't forget the scars, that begin to appear. Over time it becomes a collection. At first you hide the scars; long sleeves for me. Then for some reason you tell someone, then some more people until you have a small group that knows. Why you tell? I don't know...
Then you start getting help. Why? I don't know.
But the scars are still there.
And eventually you start getting better.
But the scars are s
Why Don't You Understand?Do you understand what it's like to be dead among the living?Why Don't You Understand?2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
When your heart keeps beating against its will?
The feeling is surreal, standing in the crowd of those who claim to be living.
Where everyone around me has a fear of the end; of death.
That's not me.
I see a beauty in the decay of life, a peace even.
Unlike the living, I understand death is a release from the world of pain we live in.
An understanding I wish to convey.
The fear I see in the eyes of others; I don't understand like I used to.
All fear is based on the same thing; a fear of loss.
Fear of pain?
Only a fear of losing comfort.
Fear of failure?
Only a fear in losing what you hope to achieve.
Fear in death?
Only a fear in losing this world.
But when you have nothing to lose, what is there to fear?
A dead among the living, oh the things I wish I could teach you.
Make you understand.
But the words w
LostDark Room.Lost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't see.
But I try.
But I cry.
No I don't.
I don't want to admit it.
I can't and I'll regret it.
I'm all over the place.
But I'm heavy.
I'm full of emotion.
And I can't get it out.
And the ones that work I can't do.
I don't know what I need.
But I want you.
Words Don't Hurt..........UselessWords Don't Hurt..........2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Names don't hurt....
but these names never hurt....
Deep inside I hide the pain
But in the end these words don't hurt....
Take My Life AwayTears crashing around meTake My Life Away3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart speeding up
the anxiety that is about to happen
there is no way to escape
The emotions I feel inside
the hurt all around
There is no hope left to this life
There is nothing worth living
All the torture we are put through
all the emotions that we feel
There is no reason to live
a life that gives us pain
The tears rolling down
the cuts deep in my skin
all I wish in life
was to take my own life
The blade closer to my arms
the blood pouring on my skin
the redness is all i see
as my face turn to pale
I want to risk my own life
to feel all the pain deep inside
I want to take my life away
and forever it will all be better
I Don't KnowI don't know what to do.I Don't Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't how I feel.
My moods change so much- I can't describe it.
I can't explain anything.
I can't see a logical reason.
I can't keep trying to figure it out.
It's not bipolar.
It's not depression. Not all the time.
I have anger.
I have anxity.
I have self hate.
I have stress.
I have happiness.
I have hyperness.
I have depression.
I have suicidal thoughts.
I have hurt myself.
I can't explain it.
There are time when I think. Oh My God. I'm so depressed. I wanted was thinking of suicide. I was walking home so depressed. I sobbed my eyes out. Then was... Okay.
And then there are times when I think. How could I have thought like that? How could I want to die?
And then other times when I just think of death. Of depression, of every mental illness and try figure out.
Other times I think. Killing myself. Please. I give up. I can't even do that. I can't even starve myself. I can't even...I can't even... that's what is for everything.
Then other days I think. Bitch. Fu
Just Lie To MeTell me that love is over rated.Just Lie To Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That it isn't want it is made out to be.
That it is painful and hurtful.
Tell me that love isn't what I want.
Tell me that I shouldn't fixate on this dream.
That a relationship will suddenly fix my imperfections.
It won't fill the void that depression has caused.
It won't give me the courage do things.
It won't heal the scars I've caused.
Tell me love isn't want I need.
Tell me I'm selfish for wanting it,
Selfish for want to make a person love a girl who wants to be dead.
Tell me I shouldn't fall in love.
Tell me I'm not hurting anyone that way.
Tell me that there is no one that could ever match the man, the person who saves me in my dreams.
I thought I'd given up on love,
But I keep missing that romance that has never, and never will be there...
I'm missing that life I need...
DepressionDepression2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was younger I was always happy,
And very rarely sad,
But about a year ago,
Everything went from good to bad.
I now grow distant each day,
Every evening I lie in my bed,
Tear streaked cheeks,
Wishing I was dead.
It's no different at school,
I have become a freak,
I am bullied everyday,
Everything has turned bleak.
I asked for help,
And I recieved the same phrase,
It's cause your a teenager,
You'll get over it one of these days.
It got worse a few months later,
I took a breath and cut my arm,
Watched the blood drip,
Yes, I self harm.
I cry every night,
Till I eventually fall asleep,
But then morning comes,
And again I weep.