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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
The Villain (Bye Bye Mr. Nice Guy)I am desperately seeking someone to save me
Wondering where I have been going wrong
The more I allow myself to be walked over
The more I feel like it’s where I belong
Under the tread marks of your rubber soled shoe
My face has been driven in to the mud
You’ve laced my dignity with so much self doubt
What on earth have I gained from being good
I am desperately seeking something to save me
The next line to the poem of my life
Dissecting my past with clinical precision
Using a pen-shaped surgical knife
With a blade that seems to cut deeper and deeper
Each time that I am wounded or I am hurt
But maybe now is the time to put down my pen
And distribute my anger with more than words
I am desperately seeking something to save me
I feel I’m on the cusp of a rebirth
I will take centre stage and leave you in the wings
There is no more time left to rehearse
I have stiffened the sinews, I have summoned the blood
I face my fears and I’ve made a decision
I can be strong, I can
WordsIt’s when I get my thoughts to rhyme
That I can truly start to see
What has been swirling in my mind,
And then I get to set it free.
A turmoil of chaotic calls
Becomes a desperate, pleading choir
Of thousands of tangled words
Awaiting me to help them thrive.
They cry, and weep, and beg like kids,
Won’t let me drown myself in sleep
Until I give them what they need –
A string of rhythm and sense to grip.
I strive and strive to make them speak
And give them a melodic vibe.
Yet their presence is too weak,
I'm losing hope that they'll survive.
But after stumbling time and time
Again to let them slip away
I start to hear their chime.
I start to see them find a way.
So one by one and step by step
I see them coming up to me.
They join to spin a magic web –
My soul’s true epitome.
And that’s the place they shall remain,
In subtle, fearless accord.
I never thought that I could tame
Such mischievous, capricious words.
So now I’m pacing back and forth
Sweet Music MelodySweet Music Melody lend a mid-night dance to me
Oh what tender lips are these that lay sweet kisses on my cheeks
Making my bashful heart sing...sing...sing
Sweet Music Melody lend a mid-night song to me
Oh what beautiful notes your voice is to a lover's song
beckoning a drifting soul home sweet home
Sweet Music Melody never let your music end
Play your seductive heart's song again and again
Step by step, song by song, you and I are forever one
She Does Not Love YouDo not hear
Her glorious speech
Pretend to be deaf.
Elude her hair
Dancing in the air
Don’t think about
Those sunny eyes
Knowing your past
With just one look.
Avoid her laugh
A melody of harp
Played by angels.
She’s hurting you
Giving you false
When she reveals
All her evil plan
You will be broken
Thinking about suicide.
Bury the memories
With you by her side
Even if they are
The best times
Of your life.
Winds Of TimeThe cool winds of time change from day to day
Yesterday to soon turns into tomorrow
But today is never twice the same
And in heavenly stars I search, but I have yet to find my way
Still, as time marches on, my soul can find no resting place
In the mist of this violent quake
Of many dimensions of being I lies awake
Until the hours of dark meet a brilliant day break
leaving me to, once again ponder an uncertain fate
Four EverSugar coated, and devoted
To the bright side of life.
Optimistic, and artistic
With a blessed soul and mind.
May God bless you, for breaking through
The darkest side of death.
Keep your smile clear, my precious dear
For it brightens the sky.
PossibilityOne moment of action, and all futures shatter;
Outcomes collapse, and a future falls through.
One of two answers, a gamble on quanta -
Yet, left undecided, both answers ring true.
Making decisions will close off new avenues.
Making a choice will end infinite lives.
Existing in parallel, safe, unexamined;
But open the box, and just one path survives.
Is chance ever real? We make life by observing:
Existence is nothing if never perceived.
Reality falters before it is looked at:
Unwitnessed, untrusted, unseen, unbelieved.
Don't look at your future, for then you define it.
Don't open the box, for the atom decides.
In the superposition, your dreams are still possible,
Tangled in nightmares, all ticking inside.
Writer's ProblemsThis pen feels,
So right in my hand.
With the ability,
To do what only I can.
Ideas fly from my mind,
In a manner, distraught.
But they stick to my pen,
Writers with their problems,
Ideas with their wings.
But take your imagination,
And shoot down the damn things
StargazingCome with me and stay a while
To marvel at the night sky
For darkness brings forth beauty
That daylight might disguise
Oh how the heavens simply teem
With spritely dancing hues
That paint the blackness up above
In purples, pinks, and blues
And did you know that the stars
Are the best at telling a story
About dancing bears or a mighty hunter
Or a hero's road to glory
And the moon sings me to sleep
With a celestial lullaby
And whispers an offer in my ear
To join him in the sky
But then I fall asleep
And the stars still shine
And the colors still dance
And I'll have nothing but these dreams of mine
These dreams that tempt me
To leave this world behind
For a life amongst the stars
Where there's adventure worth to find
But as much as I'd love to go
I know that I must stay
That's why I need you here with me
'Cause I'm afraid I'll drift away
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.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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