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HumanCome down to terms with what you hate about yourself,
Or what you hate about others.
We, as a whole and individually, have the power to move on.
A simple goal can become a reality on the turn of a new chapter,
And every day is a new beginning.
The beginning owns a plot,
Where everything else can be changed by a single influence.
Did you know that you can do anything?
Be what you want to be.
Heck, dream big! The limits are only yours.
After all, somebody else did it, a human like you.
Want to be one of a kind, make something new?
Well, who's stopping you?
Everything we know today had to have had a start.
I also wanted to let you in on a secret:
What counts as "beautiful" had a start, too.
Not everyone thinks that model bodies, male or female,
Are as appealing as what you are.
Skinny, thin, chubby, curvy, muscular, what have you,
What you feel about yourself can be the result of fear.
Do you fear to be unloved?
Do you fear anything, actually?
Fear is a part of being human,
Reality of Fiction in AddictionAll this up-beat public will ever see
Is just a new way to deal with me,
Not the curative to remedy my escape.
How this new-found vendee will rent me out
Hollow and discard any doubt,
Leaving behind what I once thought of myself.
Not easy finding comfort in mistake
When all you have are needles and opaque,
An overdose? Well, really, it isn't clear.
Anyways, I haven't a care
My own home turns the other cheek
I can't remember if I was that weak,
If or not my lies were really the truth.
So I guess this reality in fiction
Was just another horrible addiction,
If I could, I'd leave it right away.
..But we're all impotently the same..
Here I am, without a prayer
Here I am, with rope, neck-bare,
Although, I guess, this isn't fair.
Anyways, I haven't a care.
ContrastUnable to stand,
Immobile to fight.
Why can't I help?
And it isn't the distance,
But rather the time.
Where the problems of day,
Hide the blessing of night.
Threadbare of their home.
One earthquake for change,
By the crisp outer-sphere of the desolate moon.
No one asked how the stars could fall from the sky,
No one thought twice as the hurricane of galaxy consumed them.
They hadn't known the impending confinement,
Of opening truth,
As it melts and drops through the crevice of day.
Of light and dismay, irrecoverably abrupt.
Void. ((Part two)) Traversa opened her eyes. The same hue was kept as usual, although the new bed of snow attempted to add brightness. She stood up, shivering as the fallen ice seemed to cease the blood beneath her blistered and thick skin. The humanoid then gazed upon her world.
She saw hope through the emptiness. Perhaps one day, what was lost will be found.
Looking up, Traversa saw a sight for sore eyes. She wondered if now would be the time she could learn the language of another.
Dropping from the sky was a mass of scales-an animal of the air, one with wings spreading far beyond eight feet each. It owned talons of either top of said wings, and its reptilian, white skin grazed the mimicking snow with its landing. The fauna of flight stumbled forward in a panic, then turned its serpent-like face to Traversa and let out a painfully loud hiss as a warning.
Understanding the hint, the wanderer stumbled away. Once again she found herself lost in thought, asking why the animal wa
Leather HeartThick-skinned bound,
Beneath your own idiotic senses.
Your wrath of pain unleashed,
Own disorder revealed,
Words left unneeded but still so seen.
With your leathery heart you go,
Making a fool of yourself
Before you drown in your own lies.
ZodiacThe months of old,
Our stories are told.
Within the abyss of unknown,
Aries; Ram of flames,
The definition of sociable.
But be not fooled, fair adventurer,
Your very strong suit may be your downfall.
Taurus; Bull of earth,
Antithetical from personality to appearance.
But no one realizes, this dreamer,
Has created the most amazing stories in secret.
Gemini; Twins of air,
A leader within your mind and others.
You know so much, so little,
Perhaps try to calm your rushing.
Cancer; Crab of water,
You find trouble dealing with your feelings.
Love too strong, hate so deep,
Balance or a haven will one day come.
Leo; Lion of fire,
Your faith prevails when all else fails.
Good nature, optimistic ways,
These traits and more are what make you so lovable!
Virgo; Virgin of earth,
Good morals prove as a help to others.
Understanding, gentle kindness,
How I Am (and Not) an ArtistI need to be more committed.
My work is barely read.
I take too long for ideas.
My writing is just.. So-so.
I constantly ask myself,
If my status will ever change?
It seems to be I'm flat out hopeless..
Yet the start of being an artist at hand,
Is the state of being an artist at mind.
I Built A HouseI built a house
Of stone and sweat
Loftily held together
By thousand of memories.
Within my stone stock-hold
Held some piece of me
And I hoped
It would hold you too,
That it would embrace you
And you would see the beauty
To be found in its stony arms
Cracks and crevices.
And though try as I am
This isn't what you see
What your willing to believe.
All you see are stone walls
Surrounding an empty place
Blocking your view of the sea.
I built a house
Of stone and sweat
To hold you close to me,
Meant to be a home
For our hearts with windows
So we could always
View our sea.
But instead I built walls
And a house of stone and sweat
To build you a home.
UnspokenFor the love
I never shared.
For the things
I'll never tell.
For all the secrets
Big and small.
For the times
I ignored the calls.
For all the words
I left unspoken.
I'm now drowning
In my emotions.
The Wasteland Of Your YouthListen to the words that rest easiest in your heart
‘A boy is coming that will change everything
With seven shades of emerald green in his eyes
One kiss from his lips will end your suffering
And he’ll wake you with a whisper from this nightmare
Prising the hands of hindsight from around your throat
While endeavouring to burst these unwanted thought bubbles
Before they have even had a chance to float
He’ll help you prick them with his narcoleptic needle
So you can fall back in to the limbo of your dreams
Where each lake of loathing can lead to endless love
But only through a passage of patience upstream
Take caution though as the resistance of the current
Is akin to the resistance he feels from you
To open those brown eyes that you’ve hidden so safely
Behind the flooded wasteland of your youth
Σκόρπα τη Θλίψη σου παντού,
μέσα στο χάος του κενού
Σκόρπα τη Θλίψη σου παντού,
εκεί στο πάτο του βυθού
Σκόρπα τη Θλίψη σου παντού,
σ' όλα τα αστέρια του ουρανού.
Rub'i of DisillusionYou ask of my health, and my well being -
I smile, reply; for what you are seeing
foreshadows what I am, disillusioned:
What I imagined in you... gone... fleeing
SwaddledWhen born and swaddled in mother's arms
to them our eyes hold infinite possibilities
Our innocence shines but for a sec
Soon stained with sin's misdeeds
We grow and change from who we were
Into ourselves which we now know
Far from the swaddled child, so soon after birth
And far from our parent's goal...
Let It GoTake my pride, mortify me,
show me all the things I did not turn out to be.
Twist the truth, call the lies,
tell me you are satisfied.
Spit in my face, step on my faith,
call back all my forgotten wraith.
Break my skin, draw my blood,
invoke all the demons that i got.
Paint me black, color me white,
show me the shade lurking in the night.
Take my veins, cut them open,
make me realize my blood is frozen.
Offer your shoulder, let me cry,
my body will fall but my soul will fly.
Un-CoupletThere are scissors on the floor;
They could hurt me.
There are baskets by the door;
They are the enemy.
There are claws in my thighs;
I feel them tearing.
There is light that will arise;
I feel it glaring.
There is whispering in my head;
I hear them calling.
There are sharpened pieces of lead;
I hear them falling.
I want to cry; I want to die;
Save me from my own sad lie.
YesterdayI walk along the river
and get to where it turns
but the land cuts off
and the water is too cold
I cannot see what’s on the other side
it makes me think of you
and all the secrets that you hide
Strands fly in the wind
as I stand behind
watching you turn every shell
looking for the most beautiful one.
I can’t help but watch and laugh
because I’ve already found it.
but I bite my lip
and hold it all back.
You cup a bit of water in your hands
watching your reflection ripple
but you just can’t see
everything that I see.
You turn to me and smile
it makes me forget who I am
and just for a moment
I let go, I forget.
Sometimes I feel like I’m floating
and sometimes I feel like I’ll fall.
But what is the difference,
if I never floated at all?
So I’ll take just one second
an infinity in time
to hold you in my arms
and pretend that you are mine.
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