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Numbers aren't unfeelingNumbers aren’t unfeeling.
They aren’t simply digits on a page.
They hold every moment in their universal shape.
I know somewhere in them, you’re there.
But I can’t find you.
All I can see are the numbers marking the time passed.
Days, weeks, months.
Seconds, Minutes, Hours.
Moments lost forever.
And in all the moments to come from now until infinity
You will never be there for them.
I just want to shatter into a million pieces
And be able to pick them up
And count each shard
In the hopes that when I’ve collected every fragment
You’d still be here.
But that’s not how the numbers work.
They can only mark places in time
But they can’t return that time to you.
With every instant that passes, I lose a little more of you
Another memory fades
Slipping away from my faulty mind
Lost to numbers never to be seen again.
Numbers aren’t unfeeling.
But they aren’t kind either.
PeopleWe all have our scars, a story behind each one
We’ve all had our moment where our worlds came undone
Were we ever not hurt by reality?
Were we born flawed, never to be pristine?
You feel so alone, your only comfort your words
You talk ‘till you’re blue, but you’re never heard
You’ve fallen and have shattered more times than you can count
And after all this time you just can’t figure it out
Why then? Why now? Why ever? Why you?
I may not know the answer, but I know I’ve been there too
Broken minds, broken hearts, broken bones, broken systems
Give them all to me and I’ll try my best to fix them
We’re all missing pieces, all in different places
Taken by misfortune, leaving aching spaces
Let me give you the missing parts that you desperately need
And in return, I know you’ll do the same for me
So that in the darkest moments, when we feel we’ve lost control
We can hold each other closer, and maybe togeth
Scattered Ashes He had every moment planned
He knew exactly what he wanted.
And he wasn’t the kind of man
To eternally rest- wallow, he would have said-
Beneath the cold, unloving earth.
It was far too dirty for him.
And the earth was too stubborn
To bend to his whim.
Water would take him wherever he wished
So he chose it to be the final bed
Upon which he would lay.
Underneath perfect, painted skies
He was ceremoniously taken
To the hungry sea
Which ate these little flecks
That I still cannot understand
To be the only remaining evidence
That he was physically here.
Heart, LessHeart, Less
I have the capacity to love, you know
Or at least, a long time ago I did.
But then, maybe it was merely a bid to prove I could;
That there was someone who would care for me,
Love me unconditionally, willing to lose
Their life for me, someone who would choose to follow
Such a route. But you all now see me as hollow, and I suppose
That is because of the path I chose, for power and insight
I may have given up the right to be seen as a creature
Most gentle and kind. Perhaps I have lost that feature in my quest
To become a ruler. But my heart never rests, and some small
Amount of love is there, not for all but for one.
I gave him the sun and the moon, he gave me the stars and the sky
It felt like it would be like this forever. But I was wrong. On the worst day
Of my life, he was taken away, murdered by bandits.
I had lost everything, I lost my wits, then I lost our unborn child...
Then I had a wild and crazy thought.
While I was overwrought with grief, I considered a way t
Why do you avoid me?
Why do you think you can avoid me?
Your medicine keeps me away, but not forever.
You love life, but there's one fact you cannot avoid.
With every life comes the promise of death.
You find me ugly, but I disagree.
It is life that lacks beauty.
You all remember more bad experiences than good.
Have fallen more times than you can count.
What's nice about a break-up? A divorce? Depression? Bullying? Pain? Failure?
Life is uncertain. Death is not. You can count on me.
I'm beautiful, you know.
I can be prettier than life.
I am prettier than life.
What am I?
The end of life.
The end of pain, of suffering.
I bring people together.
The hundreds that gather to view the casket,
An elaborate holding for your dearly departed,
In which they shall rest on white satin,
In their best clothes,
No one remembers the bad they did.
The good memories are cherished instead.
Isn't Heaven an
Similar Reflections: Part 6 (NaNoWriMo 2012)Caden refused to speak with her parents, and after a week of trying to reason with her, they had given up. She hadn’t spoken with Ror either, for fear that her parents might hear her again. She left the window open at all times so that they could see each other, but it was still very hard on them. The other Portal Conduits had given them a lot of support throughout all of this, though no one really knew what they would be able to do. It was one thing to simply send someone to a shrink, but to completely remove the mirrors meant there was no way to communicate with one’s other.
She thought everything was okay, despite giving her parents the cold shoulder. But when she arrived home from school, she saw a large moving van in the driveway.
She felt her heart flutter in her chest. She pulled her makeup mirror out of her pocket, trying to contact Ror. They both kept a small mirror with them at all times, using them as a kind of cell phone to communicate with each other on t
Uniting Dusk and Dawn - Chapter 11Dorro looked down at his hands in disgust. And to think, I was ordered to kill her just a few days ago . He clenched his hands into fists. He wasn't trained to be an assassin, yet he willingly volunteered for the job. Seeing her had jolted his memory, but he was pleased that he was able to keep his composure. Despite remembering what had transpired the last time they met, he was unable to remember what had driven him to want to kill her, or how he was injured in the first place. He wasn't sure if he wanted to remember either.
He thought that Edina saving his life was a sign that he had been forgiven for his terrible sin. He was prepared to protect her with his life.
He heard rustling to the right of him. Taking out his dagger, he moved in the direction of the sound. He carefully pulled back the moving bushes, revealing a pair of golden, cat-like eyes. The rest of the animal slinked out, which turned out to be a vixen.
" I'm sorry ," the fox said, her beautif
Uniting Dusk and Dawn - Chapter 10It had been two days since Edina had been refused entry to the town. She had been waiting for someone -anyone- to pass in this direction and put her plan into action. Hopefully, her innocent look, along with the sad story she had weaved would convince someone to allow her entry.
Around midday, she sensed the presence of someone around eighty metres away. They held the same presence as the guards, and were headed in the direction of the gate. They may be my only chance in, she thought. She was running out of provisions, and had to restock soon.
I was probably a long shot, but Edina was desperate for civilization and company.
By the time she had reached this person, he had stopped walking. He was just standing, a blank stare in his violet eyes and a far away smile on his thin lips. Moments later, he collapsed.
Edina, wary, decided to check his thoughts to make sure he was really unconscious. She saw a collection of strange faces passing through his mind, all of which brought fea
It's Not About YouNo one understands
What it's like
To be on the other side.
To feel so
Like your life costs less
Than a penny.
In that moment
No one understands
Of total defeat
And all this
Not by your doing
But at the hands
Because in their moment
You just weren't
No, it's not about you.
It's about them.
Because they need help.
It's. Not. About. You.
Why isn't it?
No one understands
Like you need someone too.
No one understands
How it hurts
To be unable
To trust the one you gave
No one understands
How hard it is.
"Why did you do it?"
No one understands
What it's like
To feel lost
In this way.
To simply not
A Poet's EchoCan poetry be felt in the blood, in the veins
with each lyric being harmonized through dreams slain
Each epic speaking of places both far and nigh
With each melancholic elegy seeping pain?
Can verse performed by thunderstorms in the sky
Be what compels us to express our hearts, to cry?
How many poems have been written using tears
As ink, written until our souls have been bled dry?
Have decades of weeping filled the seas with our fears
And our nightmares penetrated mountains likes spears?
Can a poet's echo resound beyond the chain
Of mortality and fate's tyrannical leer?
The mosaic of life.The streams of color,
flowing and endless.
The mosaic of life never ends,
all it does is start a new panel.
One to be filled in by you.
Poem for Lou ReedTruly singular, an outsider’s outsider,
He learned well life’s hard truths, and was walking proof that
Your thoughts are only as deep as your faults.
Subjected to psychic savagery in his youth,
His mind took on an ever-changing persona
Always shifting between fame and failure.
A misfit, a hustler, a rake, a transformer,
A rogue, but not a charlatan, an objector,
But not a coward, never a coward.
An expert spinner of verse, he possessed a knack
For feel, impact, attitude, style; he always knew
Which words were those worth the listener’s while.
His means and his methods were fittingly erratic:
He would spend his days crafting curiosities
Only to then neglect and forget them.
What was important, though, wasn’t his works or quirks,
Nor his talent for causing a storm at a stroke,
But what he and his friends set in motion.
They would, unwittingly, forever change the way
We’d hear the sounds the mind thought it already kn
I Am: 2I am only the friend you talk with in class, the neighbor you only wave hi to, and the student you pay no attention. I wait and
I wonder when someone will come and question me, question the things I do and why I do them for
I hear this floating voice that belongs to no one and
I see a shape that resembles a person and
I want no more than to mold and sharpen that image into someone... but
I fear that will never happen for
I am only the friend you talk with in class, the neighbor you only wave hi to, and the student you pay no attention.
I pretend to actually talk with my friends, face to face instead over wavelengths of the internet; hear their voice and see their smiles and stupid hand gestures! I felt...
I feel like they're really there. That people I've never met are with me in my room, sitting next to me- and I really want that. I know
I touch them; emotionally, that is.
I worry about that, actually. I'm happy to know that I've had an impact on people I will never know. And more tha
The Beginningons ago, before time and space,
Was born a set of twins who took its place.
One had eyes of daybreak and hair of sun,
The other, hair of night and eyes of blood.
Born to Laelia, Singer of Light and Love,
Husband to Laelius, God who rules with a fitted glove.
‘Twas a difficult birth, screams echoed through the empty world,
But Laelia was never alone or so the story told.
Lucifer was first, life entered with hollow cries,
Laurentius was next, his smiles greeted by butterflies.
Both welcomed with joyous celebration.
Excited Laelius, humans, his creation.
The Twins then never left each others sides.
Except when heavy choices caused morals to collide.
I miss youIf there could be any way
That I could just reach your hand
And hold it tight in mine
Is it so far away
I just seem to be unable
To catch it
I love you
The moon's full now
And keeps me awake
All along the dark night
The stars get weaker every time
I look above at them
And you aren't there
I love you
It's been too long
Your eyes are fading from my mind
I can't remember them in detail
Your face's lines
Are blurry when I try to see it in my head
I love you
I miss you too much even
My tears are all used up
My eyes are dry as the cold wind
Blowing around me
I'm frozen to the bones
I miss you
Why I Hold On TighterThe gunshot echoes penetrating the air,
Increasing tensions in military warfare.
Knives that puncture and slice apart,
Fists of rage that damage skin and heart.
Explosions and smoke so sudden and fast,
No time to recover from the devastating blast.
A moment frozen in time after the disease diagnosed,
Tears falling on a body lifeless and comatose.
Car horns and screeching wheels on the pavement so loud,
Two victims of a crash of the rain from a cloud.
Though all of these things do not fill me with fright,
It is to you, my dear, they make me hold tight.
NietykalneWięzione w drewnianej szkatule,
Na swoją kolej czekają.
Chłód otula je czule,
Samotnie w ciemnościach mieszkają.
Ubywa ich z każdą nocą,
I z każdym wschodem słońca.
Choć zadziwiają swą mocą,
To złudny jest w grze tej brak końca.
Aż dnia pewnego odpłyną,
Nie będzie do czego wracać,
Gdyż sny są ulotną chwilą;
Nie można ich w palcać obracać.
Poetic DarknessPoetic Darkness
We are made of waiting—
Bending over, stabbing the chest,
Nothing but bullets and pain.
Then why did I cry today,
When I dreamt your suicide note?
All day long I had been carrying these tears hidden.
You feel as if the music is happily heading
like mountain chains, hurdling ridges, peaks and mesas.
The thought will flicker, and then go out.
A dove wing folded
Is merely bent, beaten.
And then the devil glances into the room.
He’s like a crow in a crowd of magpies.
The saints and the sinners say the same thing:
“Today, like every other day, we wake up empty,”
“Night also sleeps,”
“Desire is a cold drink,”
“Nothing in nature is a metaphor.”
Beautiful, really, the way the buildings fall in.
Keep(h)erI've been her keeper as long as I can
But now I'm ready to put her in Your hands
Because she's so hurt, she cannot see
That I am as broken and destroyed as she
I have been her keeper much longer than I should
But I had to do it, because no one else would
She doesn't take me for granted, she just doesn't realize
That for her there are things I had to sacrifice
I do not regret one thing that I've done
I can't help all, but I sort of helped one
But it's getting difficult for me to cope
Because for all that I give, I receive no hope
You are the only one who believes
In me, and makes me think there's something I can achieve
I have been strong, but You are much stronger than I
I thank You for having listened to my cry
I'm sorry that I hesitated to give her to You
I know You'll give her more than I could ever do
Just keep her safe, and treat her with care
Until I am able to be her keeper there.
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