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Light Everlasting
My stitching within the grand tapestry of the cosmos always seemed to yearn to come apart at the seams. Yet it remained embroidered firmly within the confines of the design of the one who taught me what love means. Through fire and flame it has persevered and somehow succeeded in maintaining its form, And now I know better than to fear thunder less than the calm before the storm. In these moments of peaceful reflection, I ponder the meaning of the canvas adorning my wall, And just how foolish I could possibly be, floundering around when I already had it all. Should the muses be kind enough to forgive me now, I would gladly honour their choice, I will turn this world upside down if I must, so as to once more hear her voice. They laugh - "such delectable irony that the hero of a thousand battles had an Achilles heel", But there is nothing shameful about my weakness, true strength comes from love equally real. I have trudged through the mud for so long, that when I can stand back up ILiteratureMemories, eternal
In my highest of all highs, in the lowest of the low,I have always resented, just how it feels to be alone.In my warmest of dreams, in my nightmares of cold,All I ever wished for, is to have somebody mine to hold.In the brightest summer days, in the darkest nights of fall,I have always been afraid, I will not have anyone at all.In the happiest of moments, and during sadness untold,All I ever wanted, is a friend with such heart of gold.And that is where you came in, oh so bold.In my complete and utter failures, in my proudest success,You were always by my side, as my dear you would profess.In my most popular of turn-outs, even after everyone left,You would always remind me, the world is not of color bereft.In the kindest of greetings, post goodbyes tainted with scorn,The softest, gentlest smile, your face would always adorn.In the easiest times of fortune, in chances seized with teeth,You always made me feel blessed, with all the things you did bequeath.And all the memories you left meLiteratureTabula Rasa
Flowers wilt away, their colours all but lost, covered in frost. I always scorned this weather until you came and made them a little warmer, these Decembers. You seemed to cast some light upon this frigid wasteland filled with jesters and pretenders, But where once your flame flickered on to stay the cold, now lay naught but ash and embers. So I find my heart completely unguarded, drained and discarded. The ashes slip through my fingers, until, in time, the whole world seems to come undone. Picking up on but a moment's weakness, they try to drag me down again, but I refuse to run - They kept calling me Icarus, but the wings they clipped carried me all the way to the sun. Faces all pale and shocked, my trajectory could not be stopped. They speak slyly and reassure me that all is rosy, in fact - filling me with disdain. These demons that tortured me with a smile, I faced them head-on, until none remain. The humanity I was compelled to relinquish in order to survive, I have now come toLiteratureThe Hydra
You took the first shot, knowing I don't take prisoners of war, And to this day, your bullet remains lodged firmly in my core. To my relief it wasn't fatal, though it may as well have been, For it landed right in the heart I thought I'd buried deep within. Now best of friends, together we underwent trials and tribulations, And we overcame them all, surpassing odds and expectations. We defied both judge and jury, believing we could win any fight, But the executioner caught up to you, showing no mercy that night. This summer never has to end if we don't want it to, you'd state, We can fly among the stars if we so wish, fate is ours to dictate. I really wanted to believe your words, I really wanted to stay, But feather by feather, these wings of mine were slowly torn away. The executioner aimed at the hole your bullet left, my armor's only chink, Thinking that my sword has lost its edge, I've been driven to the brink. But just one slash has reminded him, the very world in two I canLiteratureBlack and White
Every one of us is born with a colour deep inside. This piece of paper says that mine is black, But it can't tarnish my pride. My heart burns up, telling me it must be wrong, I won't accept it, it has been lying all along. If I am to change this paper's colour, I can never falter nor fall, I have to be strong, To confront destiny, I must compose my swan song. So with you, my faithful companion, I embark upon this quest. For a moment, I could swear I saw the paper turn grey, And god knows, I feel so blessed. Alas, silver though my tongue may be, My cloaked co-traveller in black, I cannot seem to persuade. And with the briefest swing of his scythe, I am dismayed, As your warm, splendorous white suddenly comes unmade. As does the meaning of my crusade. Indignant and inconsolable, I tear that paper apart. I know what I saw, it will not make a liar out of me, It will never know my heart. The cloaked figure approaches, believing my strength depleted, And his mission, retrieving a lambLiteratureUnattached
I know not who I am anymore, Nor who it is that I will become. I know only one thing for certain, My whole world has come undone.I fear nothing anymore, No death, no demon, no man. I discarded all that held me together, And I now walk without a plan.I seek nothing anymore, All I wished for has become mine. I merely live to waste my days away, Destined to watch my own decline.I see no light anymore, Thus my eyesight I shall let go. I will cast everything I stand for aside, My own name I shall forego.I simply care not anymore, Even if I should perish at last. I refuse to stop forevermore, Not until my essence fades away, Or I find the me of ...LiteratureA Cold Scottish Day
If falling down is all about getting back up, Then why does a part of you always stay on the ground? If the point of life is forgetting and moving on, Then why do I always feel so drowned, In memories of a better time, Back when you were around?All of those days are now gone, And nowhere to be found.If people are really supposed to come and go, Then why do we bother, why act like we even care? If we are to pretend like nothing is wrong, Then why do I still feel despair, That I didn't appreciate it, While you were still there?Now we have ran out of time, This pain is too much to bear.If sorrow only precedes happiness, Then why do people act...LiteratureElementalism
Hatred is like fire. Powerful, but it will burn you if you are unable to control it. Yet hatred is also like thunder. Absolute, and with a mighty roar it can eradicate all who stand in its path.Hatred is like water. Cleansing, but you will drown should you fully submerge inside it. But hatred is also like air. Purifying, for without its refreshing touch, one could not even breathe.Hatred can be like the light, when it allows one to see clearly things he would otherwise not, And hatred can also be like the dark, completely taking one's ability to see at all.Finally, hatred is like earth, because it has always been the foundation we have wal...
