And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway….
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it simply wants to win,
And to just take over me.
"Have a purpose, bend the world,
Act out upon your wishes, and ______ will love you a lot"
That's what light then says to me,
Because it wants to set me free.
Winning slightly over me.
"But this cage of gold so shiny, it will shield you from untrue
And protect you from the odd,
Nothing inside its walls can harm you,
In your own little world!"
Whispers darkness in my ear,
"Only me you should now hear,
And with me you will survive,
And with my help you will strive,
And achieve your paradise,
In illusion's disguise!
With no hardships and no pain,
Every task you will then tame!"
The light sternly yells at me:
"These are lies as they can be!
If your world is built on lies,
Then yourself you will despise.
And illusion's paradise,
Will fall down on you.
Crashing, burning, dying, crying are your dreams
And uprooted is your tree!
And no longer will you see
Where to go or what to be!
When you face your final trial, what will the judge say to thee?"
"These are lies and mere dogma,
Based upon the fear of death!"
Darkness then just yells at me:
"You have your right to disagree!
Make a lovely pact with me.
I will offer you salvation,
No more fear or deprivation!
If you would me then just hear,
You have nothing at all to fear.
Since we do not have a soul.
There's nothing with which to pay a toll!
Sign here, over there.
In the name of pleasure and hope.
In the name of revolution,
Let your path be just a gentle slope!"
Its arguments are winning over me,
And thus with darkness I agree,
And so I sign the decree,
And with a treacherous and jolly glee
Darkness enshrouding, standing over me
"With the light here once and for all undone
You and I shall become one!"
And so, I enter into the storm of shadows.
As pitch-black as the depths of sea.
Become a mere castaway, amidst the weary crowds.
Consumed by somber, ashen clouds,
With heavens frowning over me.
A storm of ice and fire, dancing all around with a glee.
A ring chrono-storm encapsulating me.
Just like a stove turned up to high degree.
Tearing up roads, buildings, picking up debris.
Into the air it takes me.
My wings have turned to blackened ash
The pacifying, freezing fear taking over
My heart is covered in frost
And all I wished, is to be free…</h1>
Is It Love?
If I hugged you, would you never let go? If I kissed you, would you cherish that moment? If I reached for your hand, would you take mine gently? If I needed a shoulder, would you let me cry on yours? If I needed to talk, would you really listen? If I needed to scream, would you do it with me? If I needed to go, would you come with me? If I fell for you, would you catch me? or just let me hit the pavement?
I Believed You
You told me I was loved Almost to excess. You told me I was pretty In every skirt and dress. You told me I was smart When I didn't choose that top. You told me I was modest When my tongue I tried to stop. You told me of a magic Charm to keep me safe. You told me of its power To scare off any snake. You told me of the monsters Who wander in the night. You told me of a time To beat the fading light. You told me that my friends Might get the wrong impression. You told me that my kindness Might need some more correction. You told me that my body Was only to be mine. You told me that my actions Might give them different signs. You didn't tell me of the girl Whose body would be found Bloody, broken, and now cold, Naked on the ground. You didn't tell me of the chance I might become another Girl who would go missing, Just to find her in the gutter. I had to learn that on my own; you didn't tell me this: That one in six are victims, On campus, hit or miss. Your words and my new
Dear World (read description)
No, not all girly girls are sluts No, not all tomboys are lesbians No, not all boys showing a damned small sign of emotion are gay and/or "weak" No, not all men are abusers No, not all straight cis people are discriminative No, no gender is completely innocent No, gay men aren't the same as pedophiles No, gender identity and sexual preferences are NOT the same No, autism and other mental illnesses aren't an excuse to be a jerk to other people No, autism isn't an insult nor a disease No, Asperger's is DIFFERENT from autism, just in the spectrum, but not the same No, your political views aren't a reason to be a jerk No, your religious views are
Empty - Poem
An empty room, An empty voice, Empty thoughts, That make no noise. Empty Soul, And empty eyes, As the hourglass drains, Another piece of her dies. An empty smile, Reflects an empty heart, That an empty love, Once tore apart. An empty grave, And an empty mind, No matter how deep she cuts, The pain no longer cries. An empty life, She cannot be free, Because the empty lock, Has got no key.
My First Kiss
Walked right into the room and saw her standing there. Her face filled with gloom, touching her lovely hair. Not wanting to be distant, I asked if she was fine and right there, in an instant, she put her lips on mine.
Not That Kind of Girl...
I never was that kind of girl, but as his eyes met mine, I felt like I was whole again, a chill surged through my spine. Then he got closer, grabbed my waist, his hand went up my thigh. I may not be that kind of girl, but that was my first time.
I Want Him One More Time
All I can think about is him. My fingers running down his skin. He was so fierce and rough and wild, but still so kind on the inside. I know I said "Just for one night", but I can't get him off my mind. He was so fierce and rough and wild, but I want to feel it one more time...
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