Finding the TruthTruth is stored,behind a door,that few can find.
Anything is PossibleYou can write,and you can sing.You can truly do anything.With a clear, sharp mind,and an open heart,courage is where it starts.
People are Poems TooA person is like a poem,pointing evidence to the divine;classically and cleverly concealed,much like a simple rhyme.
Dry DreamsShe was use to old,dried up dreams,until she met Him.
Looking for FriendshipWe’re all on this quest,for a treasure chest,overflowing with love.
Blinded by a ButterflyBlinded by such butterflies,that are found among the sunny sky,reminds me in life that time passes us by,quickly and quiet,like rain.
Reasons for SeasonsWinter is silent.Summer is sweet.Spring is a peaceful,poetic retreat.Autumn’s a season,without any reason.Watch a tree change,while noting its range.Autumn is the time,to trust the afternoon sky.
Facing TrialsFace your trials and tribulations,with feelings of hope and elation.Find peace in the many creations,that can be observed in most situations.Last but not least,feel the sand on your feet,and smile.
Life is a WaveLife is an ocean wave.You can’t tell it to behave.But you can watch and admire.
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BetrayalEvery day the same old lies,That cut and sever weakened ties,Of bonds that were never meant to be,Just drowning in an endless sea.Of strangers in a faceless crowd.It's because of you,Now I hope you're proud.Of what you did to this now tainted soul.Beaten, broken, swallowed whole,By the darkness invited to envelop my being.They always say that believing is seeing.But I guess that's just it,you see my forced smile.After all it's been plastered on my face for awhile.But is it too late? I don't really know.But the longer I sit here,The more darkness will grow.Am I too far gone? Is there no hope?Will I keep slipping down this bottomless slope?Do you see now what you have done?I give up...now you have won.I'm trapped, enslaved in this dark empty trance.I say I am fine...But will you risk that chance?
Aurora CorporealisOn those days, you leapt from planesunafraid to fall because you were already flying.On those days, you did not speakbecause the words slipped between your vocal cordsand could not make a sound.On those days, I could see you through vast skiesover open oceans and beyond slow-falling snowbecause you stood so tall in a crowd of billions.On those days, you were the northern lightsand the whole world became the southern hemisphere.On those days, I watched your horizon turn on itself.Frost crept over your limbs and hail fell into the firmament.I was not afraid because I did not understand.On this day, I erode under warm water,crumble into clay against the wall,hyperventilate as steam fills my lungsand I write my worry into words.I am afraid because I understand.
JudgmentCapricious, erratic creatures,You observe the likeness of unknown features,Condemning, curving your mouth with disdainFor the decorum of oneself shall obey your malicious reign.The abomination you painted in your narrow mind,Was no more than an eccentric brother yet to findUtter compliance you seek,Yet of vain dejection you only reek.The enmity that guides your every lineIs but poison you gulped instead of light so divine.Depart from the ignorance that compels you,Underneath the deception lies all that is true.
GayI am gay.I'm not a disease, I'm not a problemI'm not an afflictionI don't need treatment.I don't need helpI'm not sickI'm not confusedI'm not a sin.I am gay.I'm your daughterYour sisterYour friendYour co workerYour classmateYour acquaintanceA complete strangerI am gay.I need love, just like youI need smilesI need supportI need a hugI need a friendI need a familyI need acceptanceI need understandingI need youI am gay.I know what love isI know what pain isI know what hate isI know what life isI am gay.And I need you to love meThe same way you loved me before you knewI am gay.And I have experienced hateFrom more people than just youI am gay.And I wont change.I wont give up.I wont back down.I wont pretend.I wont lie.I wont deny.I wont hide.I wont hurt.I am gay.And that's okay.
WeightWeightThere is a weightYou asked me to hold.(Just for a while,Just for a while.)My tendons strain and snap,I lack your Atlas strength.The crushing force of gravityMakes me weak, makes me sore.Take it back, take it back,But you’ve gone away.I’m sinking down, I’m sinking down.The water rises to my throat.Pushing down, rising upDrowning and drowning and drowning.Take it back, please take it back,Where have you gone?I’m pinned beneath this weight,With water to my nose.My lungs fill up with salt,Choking and screaming and breathingOnly freezing thickness of water.Where is that mild friend oxygen?Where has he gone?My stinging eyes are blind here.I cannot to escape, unwillingTo shed this leaden snareWherein I dwell confined.By You.I grip it tightly.Surely I will die,Sweet air has left my bloodcompletely.I lay back and let black water take me,Frozen fingers loosen on Your weight.And all at onceit falls awaycompletely.I watch i
HetaliaxDepressed!Reader:Self-Inflicted AchromaticHetalia x Scary! Depressed! Reader: Self-Inflicted AchromaticI want to be a person just like you, don't you see?I want to be a person who is still being "me"A tired sigh escaped your lips. You were just so damn tired. The other countries said that you, (f/n) or (c/n), was scarier than Russia himself. But of course, you have lived 2500 years with wars and bloodshed always trailing after you. You just really want to be happy. But all those wars and blood imprinted on your mind, you really just released off a dark (a/c) aura and a stoic atmosphere.It really would be nice but I'm paying a price'Cause I'd really, not be me and that would not sufficeYou asked yourself, "I know my face doesn't show my pain. But isn't it obvious in my eyes? I'm lonely and hurt" You rubbed your numb (s/c) wrist, yesterday's cuts still had a colorless ache to it. You picked your silver knife, twirling it around watching the others argue. The said knife is the one you also use to cut yourself.A dream which
The GardeniasI told you I had wildflowers growing in my veinsand you thought it was quaint,so when I took shears to my jugular -you wouldn’t help me cut them out.You thought I’d be opheliacif they bloomed, splashing whiteinto my already paling wrists.Maybe you thought the perfume would purify meand being a tragic heroinewould be better than just being tragic.Their roots choked out my heart and the landslides slipped soil in to my blood stream soas I died,drowning in the after-effects of Pretty,all I could hearwas you telling me that you lovedthat I had Gardenias in my eyes.
On losing a friend(it did not end in tears.)I could give you armfuls of oceans, greatmountain ranges wrapped in silver bows,a coral reef gleaming like a sapphire chainbut you will always ask for a dormant volcanoand a star you can hold in your palm.And I have tried to be that star, have tried tocombust bright enough, shrink small enoughbut it is never enough for you. You kiss mymouth with those carmine lips and swallow myheartbeat with your gentle laugh and I glowI glow and you go you go you go on stringingme along a trail of crumbs, making me forgetthat I am starving myself for your table scraps.I could press the slats of pre-dawn light into youranswering machine, could fold dust columns thatfall between venetian archways into your bedsheets,could hang the lost jewels of jaguar fangs clatteringabove your dreamcatcher and you would only ask fora dormant volcano and a brittle sea-salt glass wave.And I have tried to capture the tides and I have triedto blow glass but my hands are clum
Our BlanketUnder our blanket of obscurity,fingers and toes can curiously,mingle without a care.