Inside
Was not what I had said
When we existed against the wind
Spiraling and tumbling, my heart to your spine
September chill piercing our souls
Somehow your eyes seemed to dim, frozen by that winter cloud.
In the unknown between life and insanity and sleep
I perchanced to dream, that you would heed me as I loved you
But your ears fell numb as the ice breaks in the arctic world.
I am frozen here in this pure typhoon
You and I exchanged a pristine form of speech.
Without pens we engraved an eternal sort of love
That we never required to hear with ears, only with souls.
Inside I said but neglected to say
I am a poet
Within, lies the spring.
Within lies depth anew.
A depth to the eyes, reaching in...
it rests within this one, the soul aflame which does not burn.
A fiery blue and indigo, the regretful spark, which shall never dull.
which shall scorch asunder those of the darker path.
Do not despair for the road ahead, it will be conquered with all ease.
This flame and drive, can ne'er be undone,
so rest dear one my friend, all is right and beautiful,
for eyes willing to see it as so.
This maelstrom of discontent, this drenching monsoon,
it too shall pass. Now is no time of shelter,
now is for times of waltzes in the rain and damp,
for laughter
Proeliator Quisnam Luminos by Tenebrocity117, literature
Literature
Proeliator Quisnam Luminos
We were crying in the room,
my chest, tremor
and eyes a river.
with most haste you asked why.
My answer although true,
was not the foremost reason on my mind.
Of the assessment you name as one,
we all may very well be--
but of the one who reigns,
supreme;
will name himself in third.
So the voice you may well have heard.
Although strong and quite true--
was merely the veil
and certainly impure.
To be most forthright;
this one cry's but for two reasons.
From the burden of shame
and the aspiration of forgiveness.
This one has many friends,
you although closest to him,
were pushed the furthest away.
For this he asks your for
[Where are you my darling?
Can you hear me calling?
where is our future bright and clear...
can my sobs and cries you not hear?]
So I wait, while you do not,
your my happiness or so I thought.
This world; upon myself I wrought.
where are you now?
is there sweat on your brow?
Are you happy and content?
is your love for me spent,
....on someone else ... someone else...?
I thought your love was the way,
but I've become lost in it and drown in dismay.
I love you more and more each day.
It's time we threw the world to the wind
and to our eternal love start a mend.
we could never call one another just a friend.
I've loved you all
Mother used to say, if you want you'll find a way,
but mother never danced through fire and shadow.
At least twice a day,
I break down and run away,
but theres nobody and nowhere to run away to.
I used to love you too,
but my heart has rotten through,
and I can never hold you the way I want to.
I always smiled and shined,
and I always passed beyond the Rhine.
but now I'm left here broken and a coward.
I ran with time and space,
and I always won the race,
but now I'm tired and unimpowered
You are all diseased,
and you sit there so at ease,
I know I'll never laugh the way you all do.
Angry ghosts reign in my head,
I'm so tired
The amount of time of your life that is wasted.
Is mesured by the amount of time it takes you to find happyness.
Happyness can come in many shapes and forms,
and can be found in the most unlikely of places.
My happyness was taken from me,
and is likely never too come back.
I don't know if i can find another love agian.
Another happyness in somone or somthing.
I know I don't want to, I want my old love, my old happyness.
But that is the course of life, life is a series of things you loose.
And a series of emotions you cant control.
I have had enough.
And so here I will break, here I will frey, here I will wither in pain every day.
Welcome to the fall out.
welcome to the end.
welcome to the red.
welcome to the pain you dread
This is where it ends, everything
you have worked hard and you have come far.
but it matters not, you have been chosen
to suffer and burn and charr
fate is hard
fate is cold
it dosent care and it never will
the time has come to hate and cry and hurt and scream and mold
your wonderful world will turn black
and your sharp eyes will dull to red
your heart will turn to ice
and chaos will reign in your head
there is no god
there is no sky
there may have been a jesus
but he too was destine to die
there is no blue there is no white
the
Across Whatever Distance by Tenebrocity117, literature
Literature
Across Whatever Distance
Is there really a prosess,
to mesure the distance between souls?
Is one inch the same as fourty miles?
Because the pain of ether sure as hell is the same.
The first time you hold her in your arms
your souls are in some way linked.
Theres a part of you deep inside
almost in a different plain.
That will always long for her touch and embrace
a part that is on some way held within you, although it dosent really excist
that cannot be satisfied by the simple touch of a hand or friendly wave.
it must embrace that par within her, your body's must be one, with no space between them.
otherwize, that part deep inside of you.... dies...
it d
dormant, asleep
retired and spent.
lying in sweet eons
waiting
sacred, ancient and reverent
watching the pensive swirl
growing stronger and stronger
with power from the great deep
awakend it has this shimmering ancient
to once agian restart this proses and make amends
this spere that has gone astray
once is surfaces slowly and dileberatly, then recedes
slowly casting more and more
wider and wider still
complexity growing and vastness showing
with celestial hands the die is cast
the pices are moving just like in the past
what was still has begun to stirr
all that was lost resurfacing now
to take back what was always theirs
Empty, sparce and black
with dust and shadow
slowly revolving growing, throwing flack
light appeard, with firey fury
to tempt the hand of fate in no hurry
with celestial patterns forming
slowly lava flowing
infintesimal to show
air began to grow
time began to whirl
while slowly flowers began to unfirl
insects lingered here
lazy and pausing without fear
earthquakes shattered with greatness
mountians and forests resided creatureless
lakes and streams rolled by
while beutiful birds began to fly
mamals began to show
with fur and tails to and through
they walked upright growing in height
dreaming of one day, taking flight
they
From the darkness shards fly,
shards of led steel and fire crys
with breath alax and heart a'beating
along with his conviction seething
a man steps boldly and quickly
into that darkness with certanty.
with fire and blood spewing
he flys into uncertianty screaming
Emotions flair and clash
as the man makes a desperate dash
it is not for morality or honor nor glory that he dies
it is not for his country or god nor family that he trys
nor is it the clash of battle and freedom that he crys
It is for a number, high on the right side
that with his dying breath he watched subside
a small red number that flickers *-12
as slowly resides
A man who forsakes the day
runs away and hides from the sun
he longs at the light seeping through his curtians
and wonders why this pain dwels within him.
He sees happy childeren walking by
and wonders why he dose not join them anymore
he longs for somthing, deep forgotten
but is repelled by what he feels
He waits for somone, somone to come beside him
to hold him
to whisper and stroke his hair
he has long forgotten how to do such things himself
in order to hold somone, you have to feed into them your soul
your feelings must echo inside them
as theirs does you
in a way you sacrifice yourself to them
he has long forgotten how to
{Putus vultus} Of those that lie within... The truest of which, has never seen but a glimmer of the light of day. {Vitiosus} He who remains the strongest who threatens the ruin of all knows but one friend. {Vesica} Whom wrought sting to many, is no more. {Adfero Obscurum} Is who you know and shall know always for his cannot be so quelled.
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Katlyn Von salzen
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What Dreams May Come, Princess Mononoke.
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Cannon Powershot SD1000, love, admaration, and a drop of insight.
I would die one thousand horrible deaths...
just to see her smile at me from the other side of her pain.
But I wonder if even that would be enough...
I was told so often that I was a natural leader.
Swift and decisive, unhesitant, strong of will and spirit.
I was praised for my "artistic" side, and my creativity.
Most of all i suppose for my slender nimble hands,
caressing so often the Ivory and Ebony.
Somewhere along the line I lost all of those things.
and my hands have become broad and calloused.
The True me may have been hard to find the last two to three years.
and for the last eight at least I've been withering away.
Like a
Ita is unus sees ut is eram unus totus per. qua has spes fled? qua est unus , unus who's vox vocis mos sedo miserabilis bestia. bestia of contemno quod ira , bestia of solitudo.
" is est unus per is donum of licentia ut liberi hominum habito tantum a brevis tractus obvius universitas alive , quod es non reus ut is , quod recedo nunc quo angelus teneo not. "
Is unus quoque vadum obduco in regnum of scilence , in atrum vorago , tantum ut deam of obscurum quod dies porro obduco.
Shadow, shadow
bow, string, pulse
shadow, shadow
dance of the dead
survive a nocturne
defy and survive
in a shadow
on those cloudy days
sheathed and scathed
unleash and forgive
inspire to prelude
succumb to despair