Shy in words,
But bold in text..
The settings of fiction,
Plots not expressed.
Memory of ideas,
Long felt suppressed.
Grasps of what once was meant to articulate,
The before phrases, stories, left behind.
Silent in speech,
When forgotten in writing.
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.
Fictional CharactersFictional characters are who we meet,
as we read the pages of a book.
We fall in love with them,
For their traits, and lives, despite not even knowing how they look.
Chivalrous, courageous, villainous and vile,
We each pick and choose who we like.
For these characters are more than you think,
when a reader invites them into their life.
Time and again, we’re told it’s fake,
That the stories, and tales don’t exists.
That the characters we love who fight monsters and dragons,
vanish when the story ends.
I know it sounds crazy, to say that for me,
A fictional character is real.
That I see him as more, than a page in a book
he’s something that I can touch and feel.
For many who read, create their own worlds,
because reality is just too much to take.
When life gets confusing, stressful or tragic
we feel like we just want to break.
There’s no one to comfort us, not even our friends,
nor family, can understand what’s inside.
Because in actuality, though it
Live Life, Be BraveSo the morning has once again broken
Into shattered pieces of a brand new day
And I’m trying to avoid asking myself
If I’m here and if I’m feeling okay
You see, yesterday I fractured my mind
Now today I am avoiding the cracks
That pave my path towards recovery
But one day I promise I’ll get back
‘You will get back to where exactly?’
With puzzled faces I hear my friends ask
To a point where I feel I am capable
Of completing simple every day tasks
That each one of you will take for granted
But are the fabric of my sanity
That I will weave into a blanket of hope
To shelter my mind from misery
Now the evening has once again arrived
Bright lights ask if I am here or there
So long as I am where I am loved
My reflection and I don’t really care
Because I know I am stronger than this
I am more than the intrusions my mind craves
A 'no entry' sign now greets them at my door
It’s time to just live life and be brave
Stand UpYou let them hold you down, with fear,
Their cruel words are all you hear,
And you wont speak up, from where you lay,
If you don't stand up, here you'll stay.
Were both survivors, you and I,
But you'll never be free if you don't try,
I know its easier to stay this way,
But you only have this one chance to break away.
Stand up, stand your ground,
Use the voice you just found,
This is all a game you'll no longer play,
Because if you let them win then you will pay.
They can't hold you down forever,
Use your brain, you're much too clever,
To let them walk all over you,
You're stronger than that, you know its true.
Because you're stronger than you've seemed,
And smarter than they've gleamed,
You're better than them by far,
Stand up, show them who you are.
maybe at a time
in another place perhaps
"us" might have been
none of this fighting and death
painful as it is to say
is not real, a dream
but you must know this
as you kill my family
fathers and their sons
it pains my heart, to
see them die, but even more
to see you kill them
the man that i love
piercing their bodies, bathing
in their scarlet blood
and now, as I gaze
down at you, down at them, i
cry until i choke
my dear, i wonder
with all your heart, your spirit
do you believe that
it was worthwhile, it
made your soul satisfied, quenched
your thirst for our death
it sickens me deep
to know that i loved you, and
STILL love you deeply
despite all you did
i yearn for tranquility
when we could've been
Too ColdThe day is long,
the wine has gone...
I’ve nothing left to offer.
And outside there,
are trees stripped bare,
I think, with me, they suffer.
The cosy fire
retains your ire,
It does not warm me through.
The ashes shift,
as did the rift,
that widened as rifts do.
I count the hours
and icy showers.
Outside - chill winds do blow
thin and comfortless.
It’s cold enough for snow.
I wait for night,
to ease my plight,
to pile the blankets on.
But no amount
of blankets now
can warm me since you’ve gone.
The WandererI can see the face of sorrow
as before me sits a man,
both today and then tomorrow;
in his hand an empty can.
Family gone: emotions spent
all friends have gone away.
A doorway where he pays no rent:
a place he’ll briefly stay.
A downcast gaze: a look so lost
it parts him from his soul.
He’s faced his past and counts the cost;
a bench his nightly goal.
Pain sits and rests in weary bones,
it seems there’s no respite,
follows him where ere he roams,
piercing in the night.
Damp courses through his frailty,
his cough rasps in the air.
His heaving chest a casualty
of warmth that isn’t there.
All lonely roads he knows are his.
No endings are in sight.
He’s seen the world for what it is,
as well a traveller might.
And though he’s journeyed many miles,
the world still moves him on,
a cruel world devoid of smiles,
that doesn’t know he’s gone.
And when people have remained aloof,
at every turn and bend,
the sky is his inspiring roof;
the sun his onl
Convince MeI lie in bed
Hugging my knees
Hoping no one
Can hear my pleas
I scream at them
To leave me alone
But no one stops
To throw a stone
I don’t need a knife
To feel any pain
I have nothing to lose
But everything to gain
I just hope
I’m not too late
To convince myself
It’s not my fate
I feel a hand
And turn to look
But all I find
Is what you took
All of that
I threw away
In hopes that you
Might want to stay
Some call it foolish
All I know
Is what we’ll never be
The One Who Won't BreakWhen tragedy strikes,
There has to be at least one
Person who won't break.
They are the people,
The ones that won't break, who I
Feel most sorry for.
Burn My AshesI wouldn't say I've changed
Simply just rearranged
And in my heart I've moved on
But I gave up on the dawn
If I can help enough to move along
Maybe I’ll find a fitting song
One that shows the joys and the pains
That every day runs through my veins
They gave me meds to help me think
But every day I felt my heart sink
I can’t feel my own desires
Perhaps once more I’ll feel the fires