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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
Simple Girl Complicated ProblemsI know I am not the daughter you wanted
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely acknowledge my existence
Apart from to tell me what I've done wrong today
But why would you ever want to talk to me
When an argument is never far away?
It’s the tone of your voice that hurts me the most
Rather than the words that you choose to say
To think I was once a baby in your arms
With such innocent eyes I could do no wrong
In many ways I
Little BirdLittle bird,
where have you flown?
how much have you grown?
How is your broken wing?
The one that I cared for,
that I put in a sling.
do you think of me
as I do you?
Do you wonder where I've gone,
what I've gone through?
do visit me again;
you've been the only one
I've ever loved;
my only true friend.
My Personal DevilHis kiss was that of fiery coal,
A peppermint-feel upon cracked lips.
His hands had gripped my soul —
Oh, the feel of ecstasy!
His eyes obtained the celestial sky
And were like the chilly arctic breeze.
There was no chance that I could deny
Such lively things…
His alabaster skin was so gentle, so smooth,
Mocking a similarity of mine as I awake at sunrise.
His touch had a way to soothe
The scorches upon my body…
My personal devil’s love was euphoria;
He had wrapped me in his hellish ways.
My body had been eaten away by chorea.
Yet, I crave his blaze.
Ignite me in the love you share!
Burn me with your singeing lips.
Show me how much you care!
Then drown me in your flickering flames.
His heated hands were placed upon my face.
His snakes spiraling up my legs.
Our lips were near a kiss, which he did not place,
And, instead, withdrew himself.
His deadly presence, his own personal darkness,
Was brightened by the sun.
I slowly awoke in emptiness
And lost my personal d
ParasiteWhen the day turns into night,
it begins, the everyday fight.
They begin to talk in my head.
If anybody found out they would tell me I’m mad.
I don’t know if the one who thinks is me.
Can’t these voices just let me be?
Speaking and confusing my thoughts.
For me these things are only frauds.
What if the things that I think are not mine?
Should I just lay here and whine?
I think they corrupted my soul.
No, maybe even my body as a whole.
This is the side of me that I have never shown.
At times like these it is dangerous to be alone.
My head feels like it’s blown off with dynamite.
I don’t know, maybe my brain is occupied by a parasite.
Peace is a lieHello there, why don’t we take a walk?
While we take a walk, I would really like to talk.
Did you ever asked yourself what is wrong with this world?
Why people are so screwed up in the head and their thoughts are twirled?
It is no secret that the world is at war.
And falling down are the masks that they wore.
Something in their heads seems to be broken.
Humanity is a monster and it has been woken.
When you think about it everything is a lie.
The only question you will have is: why?
Everyone is hoping for the big release.
But don’t be stupid, there is no peace.
Queen of NeverthenAtop the ashen bones, arrayed like thrones of Men
Sits none so dreary as the Queen of Neverthen
Great cobwebs, dust, and stolid, stale decay
Dead memories forgotten where they lay
A world, still and ever gray
That suffocates the ones who trespass in her den
Within a rotten skull, a fetid rat emerged
As swift as plague it bore and chittered as it surged
Low creaks and clatters sound akin to life
Its rodent teeth soon grinding like a knife
The Queen was happy with this strife
But nothing ever lasts save those who would be purged
Oppressive silence soon returns to her domain
Admiring her flock that she will never deign
A dull light shines behind their pallid masks
The company of corpses; all she asks
Falling StarsTwinkle, twinkle, the stars fall down
Down into the ocean, where we shall drown
Over and over until we awake
In a place, where we will break.
Your tears are the stars and your smile the sun
There is no happiness, for sorrow has begun.
Run, run, child! Run away now!
Please do not do this! Please do not allow —
Bang! Bang! The gun goes off.
So, child, let those stars takeoff.
No AirI never expected to love you.
I never expected to care.
I never thought you would be on my mind.
I never noticed if you were there.
I don't know when it started,
But I hope it never ends.
The way I feel with you tonight
Is more than I can comprehend.
And when you talk
about things that I don't know
I lose my mind a little.
But I love the way you glow
I can't help the butterflies
I can't concentrate when I'm with you
The truth is -- if I'm honest --
Sometimes I want to kiss you.
So maybe it's no secret,
And maybe you don't care,
But when I see you my heart beats fast
And suddenly there is no air.
Wind GrownQuiet grown
With green and ground
The ash and sound
Until the green has 'nother play
A wat'ry stream
Down with a tide
Across the beam
The first to know the last of one
Breath of space
Carved by your arm
A heady place
Awaits no harm
Because no eyes will watch or plea
Wind is wrapt
Around you braced
By time that kept
You wings misplaced
One cannot fly where wearies went
Height and breadth
Come with the stars
While nourished wealth
From flanks and far
The form is kept but not the brain
Stones will crack
Under your weight
Streams run black
The light you take
Unknown on high there's but your will
The path you made
Will flood and break
No more remained
Your flanks are slaked
Come back when you are broke and burned
Now hole refilled
Where life was held
The ash was forged
Until the wind the self will stay
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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