adorn my body,
stubborn in their departure:
like an uninvited guest
too dense to perceive
the subtle hints i leave
on my skin;
not feeling as blessed as i
could have been
if i were
if i am too much
then why do i feel like
i am not enough
for the starved society
that eats away at my insides
& feeds me
empty, palatable lies,
(a fabricated portrayal of reality's demise)
leaving me wishing
that each bittersweet tear i cry
is enough to rid my body,
my healthy home,
of excess salt
all through my eyes;
not realising that the number
beneath my feet
does little to measure
each person who feeds
off of my kindness, my sincerity,
that each time i bleed
in a well fed wish
i'm just another one of society's prey
to what they weigh.
I was not alone when I met him, no. I was with my closest, my dearest friends – Nerkom the Sorcerer and Vi the Radiant. Ah, I see you know those names. Yes, yes, I am Mikhal. No, I chose to forgo a title, and I am fairly certain that by extension I am wanted by the council as well… but that is neither here nor there. No, we are in no danger here, I promise you. Shall we continue with the story?
He was eleven when we met him. For
Born from the union of an Angel and a Witch
The farseer is a creature of terrible might.
Granted the wisdom of his blessed father;
He bears the gift of a clairvoyant's sight...
His eyes can pierce the veil of uncertainty
And look beyond into the crystal of fate...
The myriad of futures reflected in its surface;
Is his to acknowledge and collate.
He scribes them down in an enchanted book
It is titled 'The Tome of Dying Shades'.
For as the future becomes the present;
The scribbled pages fade...
It is for this reason that he may never lie
Else the future would shatter; to be born anew.
That much we've learned from his many sisters;
And I'm sure you know it to be true...
Now tell me creature, what do you see?
Can your eyes discern the fate of man?
Do you presume to mock us with tainted power;
Claiming to know of our Father's hand?
If you know the future, then you know what we want.
Repent now and recite the truth!
Accept the word of our Ho
Leave me hanging on your last word and pull me so close.
I want to hear your wisdom; I want to breathe in every part of you.
I want to be kissed by your knowledge and learn to understand.
Just so I can stand on my own.
Be my pillar and lift me up for the world to see.
Show them my layers. Let me spill my colors.
Emotions reflected in a mirror image of all the parts of me.
I am glad to be blessed by you today and forever.
Creativity is my eternal treasure.
Never to give it up, sometimes sparked.
Sometimes fizzled. Always speaking to me in riddles.
Let me figure out the puzzles.
To make a work of Art.
Because no one understands me
My name is Hate
Because love is hard to deal with sometimes
My name is Sorrow
Because I know how to find you when you're hidden
My name is Joy
Because I'm always here, even if you don't notice
My name is Compassion
Because I will do my best to never let anyone feel lost and alone
My name is Strength
Because I will never let someone loose the courage to stop living
My name is Courage
Because strength is the cheese to my Macaroni
My name is Never
Because I am unrecognizable
My name is Forever
Because thats how long memories last
My name is Lonely
Because I feel alone in crowded rooms
My name is Crowded
Because sometimes being alone with myself is to much
My name is Blessed
Because I cherish the moments spent when I smile
My name is Clueless
Because sometimes I forget what we are talking about
My name is Heartless
Because sometimes I forget to help you up when you fall
My name is Freedom
Because my heart will never be caged
My name is Differen