Fear Personified by Darke-Angelic-Sins, literature
Literature
Fear Personified
Not Particularly living up to his name,
Fear stands with open arms,
Welcoming me with a smile.
He is Handsome.
Standing tall with no suspicious qualities;
Beautiful eyes carry no emotion,
Crimson orbs, fiery yet tranquil.
He is Kind.
Like the boyfriend you've always wanted,
He will embrace you with warmth,
Completely faithful in your name.
He is perfect.
And yet, he is what flaws mankind.
Stalking your mind, making you wish
you could walk away from his embrace.
He is persistent.
Making you hesitate with decisions,
Closing your mouth before you can speak,
Making your eyes surge with eerie anticipation.
He is aggressive.
Knocking you over
When you were my muse, I could write every lyric with ease.
Words into a river while the river passed by,
Sweeping me under and dragging me through mud.
I’ve burned my skin to rid of you,
charred scars cracking and staining;
Forever remaining are memories of the mask you’ve always worn.
Memories of the mask that was too torn
to decipher the plastic from the plaster from the person.
Even now words ring through ears, wring my tears out
when I think of what you were and aren’t.
One in the same, everything and nothing
And every where in between.
You mined my mind when you were ‘mine’
And gold turned coal
Everywhere they move has cracked foundation,
these stakes so high but different sizes,
remove one to stop devastation,
burn them all to settle ties;
The bitter clasps of stubborn pride and
Blueprints of fate that have been dyed
Black by the ink in one’s own mind.
The family tree is but a weed.
You cut its blossoms while the seed
Of hatred festers under tears
And rains on it for years and years
Until weeds overtake the garden,
No size shears could ever pardon
Such sheer bitter disregard
For those birthed in the same backyard.
To Say Goodbye:. by Darke-Angelic-Sins, literature
Literature
To Say Goodbye:.
I’m not one to have many friends
who stick around the fraying ends
of life that makes a tree trunks’ bends
seem all that more concerning.
I am not one whose grip will tighten
once these people are enlightened
of the childish freak all much too frightened
of someone else’s yearning.
To say goodbye is not a need
when their removal means you’re freed
of negativity you would feed
without any intention.
To say goodbye without it said
is now a ritual I can’t dread
because it’s what my illness led
to without intervention.
So every time they disappear,
the people whom I loved so dear
My brain won’t even s
Like having casual tea with a casualty,
you’re boring me to death.
Can you stop wasting air talking
of your last breath?
While heartlessly seeming,
while your heart’s still beating
you should put your pulse to use
For each song cannot function without a beating heart
And a beautiful one we’d lose
Do you want to have your sheet music
buried under sheets,
never to be seen nor heard nor felt
or even worth caring?
Let beauty flow through sorrowed songs,
with every breath you take
don’t bore us all to tears with such a
fatal mistake.. If life you take..
You drown in shallow breath
when the tides turn.
When the heroine becomes heroin,
when what you thought was right
writes over everything with red ink
and you cannot escape.
You hide behind the blinds
but you are the blindsided,
Run away from your pain
and trip over the pacifier.
You’ve worked so hard
for nothing to work out,
you try to fix things that
are fixed in place.
Fate is fatality,
and is something
you cannot counter.
To pass the time on a school ride, I would watch my soulmate counter tick down.
Two years, Fifty days, thirteen hours, twenty five seconds.
Two years, Fifty days, thirteen hours, twenty four seconds.
Two years, Fifty days, thirteen hours, twenty three seconds.
Two years, Fifty days, thirteen hours, twenty three seconds.
Wait, did I read that right?
Two years, Fifty days, thirteen hours, twenty three seconds.
I blink, then glance over at the man who sat next to me. His timer just hit zero.
I give a puzzled look to the man, around my age with a wrestler's build and a buzz cut, but he didn't seem to question why a girl with a lavender pi
My muses are no longer amusing,
the pen no longer spills red ink.
The clouds in my mind do not condense,
thus rain cannot stain the paper.
A blank slate, though cliche
is the only thing I see.
Perhaps to mean rebirth,
yet the newborn does not go blind.
The faces are stamped on each letter,
even if it is not from nor adressed to them.
Ink can be smudged, yet the one who smears it
can still read the fine print.
Propped up in the corner
of virtue and sin,
only boots and a tie
adorn her pale skin
and as I walk past her
I cannot help but stare
and realize it's a mirror;
it's my body we share.
She is just an idea,
a personality bug
with the mind of a stripper,
the confidence of a thug
She puffs her cigarette smoke,
laughs in my face,
sticks it straight down my throat.
Says 'hey, have a taste.
I'm that girl you could be,
that life you'd hate to live,
but there's fun in this hell hole
of mine, if you give. So
Give in, give in.'
That's all that she says.
And though I am tempted,
I spend most of my days
trying to drown her out,
but I'm only waist d
Fear Personified by Darke-Angelic-Sins, literature
Literature
Fear Personified
Not Particularly living up to his name,
Fear stands with open arms,
Welcoming me with a smile.
He is Handsome.
Standing tall with no suspicious qualities;
Beautiful eyes carry no emotion,
Crimson orbs, fiery yet tranquil.
He is Kind.
Like the boyfriend you've always wanted,
He will embrace you with warmth,
Completely faithful in your name.
He is perfect.
And yet, he is what flaws mankind.
Stalking your mind, making you wish
you could walk away from his embrace.
He is persistent.
Making you hesitate with decisions,
Closing your mouth before you can speak,
Making your eyes surge with eerie anticipation.
He is aggressive.
Knocking you over
When you were my muse, I could write every lyric with ease.
Words into a river while the river passed by,
Sweeping me under and dragging me through mud.
I’ve burned my skin to rid of you,
charred scars cracking and staining;
Forever remaining are memories of the mask you’ve always worn.
Memories of the mask that was too torn
to decipher the plastic from the plaster from the person.
Even now words ring through ears, wring my tears out
when I think of what you were and aren’t.
One in the same, everything and nothing
And every where in between.
You mined my mind when you were ‘mine’
And gold turned coal
Everywhere they move has cracked foundation,
these stakes so high but different sizes,
remove one to stop devastation,
burn them all to settle ties;
The bitter clasps of stubborn pride and
Blueprints of fate that have been dyed
Black by the ink in one’s own mind.
The family tree is but a weed.
You cut its blossoms while the seed
Of hatred festers under tears
And rains on it for years and years
Until weeds overtake the garden,
No size shears could ever pardon
Such sheer bitter disregard
For those birthed in the same backyard.
To Say Goodbye:. by Darke-Angelic-Sins, literature
Literature
To Say Goodbye:.
I’m not one to have many friends
who stick around the fraying ends
of life that makes a tree trunks’ bends
seem all that more concerning.
I am not one whose grip will tighten
once these people are enlightened
of the childish freak all much too frightened
of someone else’s yearning.
To say goodbye is not a need
when their removal means you’re freed
of negativity you would feed
without any intention.
To say goodbye without it said
is now a ritual I can’t dread
because it’s what my illness led
to without intervention.
So every time they disappear,
the people whom I loved so dear
My brain won’t even s
Like having casual tea with a casualty,
you’re boring me to death.
Can you stop wasting air talking
of your last breath?
While heartlessly seeming,
while your heart’s still beating
you should put your pulse to use
For each song cannot function without a beating heart
And a beautiful one we’d lose
Do you want to have your sheet music
buried under sheets,
never to be seen nor heard nor felt
or even worth caring?
Let beauty flow through sorrowed songs,
with every breath you take
don’t bore us all to tears with such a
fatal mistake.. If life you take..
You drown in shallow breath
when the tides turn.
When the heroine becomes heroin,
when what you thought was right
writes over everything with red ink
and you cannot escape.
You hide behind the blinds
but you are the blindsided,
Run away from your pain
and trip over the pacifier.
You’ve worked so hard
for nothing to work out,
you try to fix things that
are fixed in place.
Fate is fatality,
and is something
you cannot counter.
To pass the time on a school ride, I would watch my soulmate counter tick down.
Two years, Fifty days, thirteen hours, twenty five seconds.
Two years, Fifty days, thirteen hours, twenty four seconds.
Two years, Fifty days, thirteen hours, twenty three seconds.
Two years, Fifty days, thirteen hours, twenty three seconds.
Wait, did I read that right?
Two years, Fifty days, thirteen hours, twenty three seconds.
I blink, then glance over at the man who sat next to me. His timer just hit zero.
I give a puzzled look to the man, around my age with a wrestler's build and a buzz cut, but he didn't seem to question why a girl with a lavender pi
My muses are no longer amusing,
the pen no longer spills red ink.
The clouds in my mind do not condense,
thus rain cannot stain the paper.
A blank slate, though cliche
is the only thing I see.
Perhaps to mean rebirth,
yet the newborn does not go blind.
The faces are stamped on each letter,
even if it is not from nor adressed to them.
Ink can be smudged, yet the one who smears it
can still read the fine print.
Propped up in the corner
of virtue and sin,
only boots and a tie
adorn her pale skin
and as I walk past her
I cannot help but stare
and realize it's a mirror;
it's my body we share.
She is just an idea,
a personality bug
with the mind of a stripper,
the confidence of a thug
She puffs her cigarette smoke,
laughs in my face,
sticks it straight down my throat.
Says 'hey, have a taste.
I'm that girl you could be,
that life you'd hate to live,
but there's fun in this hell hole
of mine, if you give. So
Give in, give in.'
That's all that she says.
And though I am tempted,
I spend most of my days
trying to drown her out,
but I'm only waist d
I smile as you bare your teeth, crooked and cracked.
You bite your lip at the sight of my shaking.
I've become too weak to carry your pain and heal the scars.
Your cross is too heavy on my back.
I fall and bleed more in the cobwebs of your secrets.
Each three days, it comes again. Swelling and full.
It hits hard and it doesn't stop.
I used to crawl into your wounds, at hushed tones and they would wail, wince, and flood the streets.
They sang to me, and as your fear muffled every word you wouldn't say to me, I knew.
I knew how much darker your world was. Every lie you spoke was poisoned but your eyes told me otherwise.
I am two coffi
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