One Lone WolfI'd so date myself.Just think about it, we have so much in common.
The AcheLiving today to see you tomorrow.
Ineffablepainting my red roseyellow so you don't have tosee my agony.
'Till Death Do Us PartWhen you died, you killed me.
Insomniac (2/23)Close your eyes and sleep. Your eyelids are drooping, yetyour mind is whirling.
Where's Your Self-Esteem?"I'm a mess.""A beautiful mess."
Ethereal Hearing her laughter,I try to remind myselfonce again she's gone.
Ruins (2/02)I watched as her thoughtsdrove her mad, ravaging heruntil she was gone.
Delirium (2/25)My head is splitting. I don't think I'll survive this. Save me from my mind.
It's About TimeThey've waited long enough for me.
4.Pining from afar. Such is life.
HorrorYou know what's scary? Organic Chemistry.
SurrenderHis battle cry eliminated the darkness.
RavelStitch up my skin again..... maybe then it'll fit me.
WoebegoneYou're gone now, merelya whisper in my daydreams.And it's all my fault.
SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,my soul...it lingerscold andalonein this desolate placethat we callreality.Though inhabitedby many,these arebleak andforsaken grounds.I feel thatI'm trappedwith no way out,no escape,no blissawaiting me...Without a future,without a purpose,my yearning soul...it roamsthis earth;this grave...As the darknesscontinues toconsume me...As the numbnessfeeds onthe remnantsof my sanitya littleeach day.
Why?His life ended...my heart screamed.
RomanticistsDreamers often have it hard,or so that's what I've been told,for to survive the grasp of a dream,one must be brightened and bold -Torch in hand, hand on heartto flicker a flaring flame and allow desires to manifestuntil they can be proclaimed.
FlamesFire burning strongLaughing at the worldAt my weaknessMesmerizing and beautifulEverything it touchesShall turn to ashes
I am a Dreamer (Some days)Some days,I live in a medieval timewith a protective dragon,who often frights me through playful hunting,and a birthright greater than the great crownthat many often professSome days,I am cold,freezing outside in, surrounded by thick sheets of snow.I am alone.I am preparing to die aloneAfter relinquishing my chance to another day,I watch the person with a better chance shiver less and breathe easier.He watches me until I fade away.Some days,I am a vigilantevigilantly observing my environment—in all its beauty,in all its corruptnessdeciding, with the small chances I receive,to be the great judge—to decide the fate of a few.Some days,I’m a mothernot of the common two,but of a number I’d require two sets of hands to count.Protective, I am, despite the difficulty of managing every precious breath.Strong, I am,ignoring the current of hard times which pulls me out to its deep misery.Some days,I stare at a screen of electronic light.I
Sticks and StonesThey say words can never hurt you.Silence does a better job.
Lost VirginityHe took pride;She claimed shame.
Just leaveSaying final goodbyes.Two hours pass.
Moving On.It is time to say, "Was."
His Better HalfBride/GroomWife/Husband /Widower
Growing UpCan't remember my childhood bedroom anymore.
Broken FrameIt burnsThe wind burnsWith its knifeThis soul.Their sunReveals a darkerSide of my lifeThat you avoid.I lookSadly happyPretending plasticSmiles you love.Tears and tearsFalls from greyClouds on earthWhispering death.WhisperingMy own name.The words of mineAre broken glassThat I exposeTrying to heal me.But it’s impossibleI already diedWhen an angelForgot my heart.Erased myDrowned eyes.I will endA tragic existenceDon’t you dareTo do resistance.I’m writingMy last wordsMy last feelingIn paper.Without airWithout feelEmbraced by rainI want to sleep.(23/8/14)
Six WordsSadly, this is just a dream.