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InsomniaI lie upon my back tonight,
And watch the distant sky
Alone, I watch the setting moon
As time flows slowly by
A lullabye upon my lips
A hand upon my heart
A gleaming tear within my eye
A cry yet to depart
Why must I lie forgotten here?
Cold and so alone?
Sad denzien of darkest nights
No place to call my own
Hold on to each departing breath
Can you feel my fear?
Can you bring me back to dreaming?
Or say goodnight here?
Fading to black, I feel afraid
Why must I testify?
For one day, you''ll forget my name
Abandon me, survive
Sweet whispers in my ears, deny
And drag me down below
Will you come running after me
Or will you turn and go?
They'll never see, I'll never be
The one they come to save
Lamb on the altar, all for you
And fall into the grave
But then again, nightmares do end
I feel your warm embrace
Catch me as I'm falling down
And bring me back to grace
You stop my pain, and wash my tears
Bring me into the light
And even though my fears remain,
Now gentle is the night
The DragonRoar, o child of wind and fire
Spread thy wings, soar ever higher
Thine enemy clasped within death's jaws
By sulfrous breath, sharp fangs and claws
A hide of gem-bright gleaming scales
Wings unfold like living sails
All heed to the mighty dragon's call
Before thy might, the world doth fall
Eyes filled with terror, they flee thy wrath
And e're to follow fear's dark path
A thousand years, mere blink of thine eye
Kings rise and fall as time flies by
Destroyer of empires past
Against you, no power is vast
Harbinger of death and raging war
Almighty, worshipped and abhorred
Yet slowly, thine strength begins to wane
Like blazing fire 'neath the rain
Alone, you lie within treasures won
Thy heart as dark as deadened sun
Shall they forget you, forsake their fear?
Leave you to die, abandoned here?
Cursed one, to fade from all memories
Vanished, thy pain to never ease
A world renewed, exchanged for the lost
Yet none alive know of the cost
They shall never hear the dragon's roar
Erased by time fore
AutumnLeaves fall, amber, red, gold, and brown
Cold, yet still the sun beats down
As summer's warm grasp fades away
And winter comes closer every day
Halloween is coming soon,
And then Thanksgiving and the orange moon
Before the white frosts come to call
While still within the time of Fall
InspirationInspiration...sometimes, it appears at the most inopportune times, while other times at the most cliche. The whimsical, elusive Muse that all- artists, musicians, authors, poets, and many more professions- have attempted to capture in their grasp in moments of frustration and need. That flighty temptress, who teases and leads us forward, only to desert us or to continue her merry way, all on the judgement of her fickle intent. Playful yet cruel, she is the siren that controls our paths.
NightAs the bright sun sets, and the day turns to night
A silvered she-wolf howls at the blood-red sky
The evening star shines with brilliant light
And the shadow of the moon is a crescent in the sky
As the little nightengale sings a sweet lullabye
A glowing coal, ruby red, rests on the horizon black
The Auroras paint the fading dusk in blue, green, and gold
As the creatures of the day lay down to rest their bodies weary
The creatures of the dark night awaken in a hurry
And joyfully raise a clamor as to and fro they scurry
The owl lies in wait, observing its prey
As the doe leads the small fawn out of harm's way
Whilst the silver stars gild the skies in a glittering trail
The pale white moon rises up causing shadows to quail
And the shadows wax until the golden dawn prevails
Back!My birthday party is currently winding down. My two mest friends and I had quite the blast, doing a witch- themed cosplay as a joke due to the current belief among the freshman in our school that I'm a black witch. After a bit of a mess baking the cake together, watching movies, and enjoying ourselves, we passed out tangled together on the bed with my cats both interweaving themselves into the pile of sweat-soaked limbs.
Both Pey and San are wrestling with each other for who gets the bathroom first...I'm not really in the mood to break it up, since it's amusing to see two 18+ year old girls acting like toddlers.
It's been a while since I've been more active on here. Now that summers just around the bend, I'm going to start posting art, poetry, etc again. I wrote and drew plenty during the unnanounced hiatus, and it's perfectly explainable- lots of stress and being busy due to the performance of Little Shop of Horrors, the last two choir concerts, and more.
Its not needed
What is not felt
Is not understood
No one is 'me'
So no one will know
What even I cannot fully
How it frees
Separates me from the world
Yet I'm bound
The Muse's LullabyDarling, darling, go to sleep,
Hush these dreams that make you weep.
I will stay by your side though the night,
Calming your cries, and all of your fright.
Sleep, my love, don't be afraid,
For I am here another day,
Darling, darling, go to sleep,
My lullaby will slowly seep,
Into your head, and clear your thoughts,
All these tears I never thought,
I'd see you cry,
EclipsingI'd probably forge my whole heart, anew
if you only asked
but you're out of words, tonight
the stars are shining much too bright
unlike you've ever seen before
if you blink, you'll miss them
you'll miss them
(you have already missed enough
to make you wonder what's really left)
your eyes are shining
of everything you hope to be
so you cannot see me.
and sometimes I wish
you'd just shut your eyes
because they say resting
is the greatest relief
when you can sleep,
and let go of everything you've ever seen before
for something more
and something dark
because it's there, I stay
laying in wait
praying on a dream
praying on you
(I wonder that wishes
are a certain kind of religion
which just gives me
more grounds to be
but the stars are burning
too bright, tonight
you're lost in their shine
you'll miss me.
I think I wait for words that don't exist,
(if only you asked
before I eclipsed)
A Golden HeartI can't touch it
It's too beautiful
It's too magistic
And it makes me want to cry on my knees
Why did you have to have such a good heart?
Yet I can't be beyond than just a friend
Why did you have to have such a pure heart?
Why did you have to be so nice to me?
It shines a bright light
My eyes squint in the darkness yet I want to cry
I've never seen anything like it in a long time
It feels so warm, it makes me feel alive
It's worth more than anything on this earth
It's worth more than oil to diamonds
It's worth more than the trees that give us air
It's worth more than the water we drink
Why am I comparing your heart to these things?
It's nothing compared to your heart
It's nothing compared to my heart
It's so beautiful, but my heart is just a pile of broken glass
Let each tear drop from the sight of it
I can't touch it though, I don't want to touch it
It will desicrate the beautiful heart
I will violate the glory of your heart
It's like I'm looking into the eyes of God
He sees everythin
What Is Silence?silence,
bitter, deafening, silence,
numbing, boring, never-ending, silence,
unbearable, monotonous, heartbreaking, stress-making, silence
even the loudest voices can be full of silence
it's a bitter faceless soundtrack of a spinning mind
when voices bite at your thoughts and you need to scream
but no one else would understand
that is silence
when love is pressured back by awkwardness and insecurities
and you've hit the breaking point
you know that you're surrounded by people but it doesn't matter
because you can only hear the truth in their words, you can hear nothing
that is silence
the sound of air on a windless day
and all of the colors of the rainbow
the waves of heat radiating through the atmosphere
the tingling sensation from a shock
that is silence
daydreams, and happiness, and joy,
death, and remorse, and forgiveness,
a growing flower, a falling raindrop,
a face hidden in shame, my life
that is silence
Lake and ForestI am not a daughter of the river
Nor am I a child of the ocean
I have learned to love the forests better
Feel the green, and watch the branches quiver
Under squirrels, and all their frantic motion.
I have learned to love the lake's devotion
See the vastness of the stars still shiver
From the ripples, wild and unfettered;
I have caught the stars within my fingers
Dreaming them as liquid as the mirror
Of their brightness, caught upon the waters;
I have learned that nothing ever lingers.
Lake, your shoreline overgrows with lilies
Draped across your surface, light and tilting
Towards the sands that they have long abandoned
For the lullabies of waves. What will be
When the rocking drops have stopped the lilting
Of that half-remembered song, and wilting
Sink within the stillnesswaiting 'till he,
Who has been forgotten and long-stranded
In the sea, upon a lonely isle
Sails his wooden boat to fresher waters
What will happen to those faithful flowers?
Will their love at
The OceanThe ocean is a place we all find ourselves at some point. Maybe you go there a lot.
Maybe you've only been there once, and it was enough for you.
It's easy to drown and it's easy to swim once you get things going.
It'll pull you under, sometimes you won't come up.
Sometimes it steals your breath but it's the times it gives it back that matters.
You could be under the waves and all you could feel is cold,
but that temperature eventually changes. You eventually adapt.
Most people learn to cope.
It makes you shiver.
It makes you feel fresh.
It makes you hold your breath.
It makes you smile.
It makes you laugh.
You fear it. You might run when it strays near you.
You might wait till the very last second.
Or you could let it consume you.
Walls Come Tumblingyou've a soul of gold,
a feat untold in our
lonely rusted world
you make clouds more
than a fable- you enable beaten down
dreams to finally soar
you have words like oxygen,
necessary to live, treasures
you would readily give
we wish upon them all who try to stand so tall.
in the end, why is it every person seems to fall?
I imagine your chest sings
all answers, which your mouth then
tries to translate and share
does your heart grow weighted
or are you really free?
if you're truly so wonderful,
why stick around
with the lost and found?
there's nothing nice to be.
we're tainted. broken. here,
backbones hold priority
over silken hands, a steady heartbeat
and eyes that really see.
those tongues who like the taste
of truth, even freshly born,
The Written WordThe written word is wondrous in it's prime
The glory of the ages past abound
For ink and paper forming wit and rhyme
To spring from open lips as soulful sound
An art perfected in the days of yore
Blank canvas soon adorned in blackest ink
A siren song that sings of those before
As deep into the realms of lore you sink
When man and woman first began to write
Their wisdom was preserved for us to know
As changing, yet unchanging as the night
The echoes of the past forever show
But to the pen a blade cannot compare
As instrument of chaos and despair
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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