Great FriendsA lightning bolt flashedStreaking through the skyOne bright branch ripped through the cloudsAs another tore downwardI stared in aweAwaiting the coming thunderOne...Two...Three.Four..Five..Six...Seven.BOOMOne initial boomFollowed by a tidal wave of cacophonousThunderous laughterBellowing through BaysideA car alarm blaresDistant and muffledThrough hazy humid heatSirens scream to the nightMixing bloody red lightIn lightning blue and whiteAs the storm closes in around meOne...Two...Thunder clapsMy eyesFixed on the skiesFalter as I turn and blinkIn that very momentMy vision ignitesAs my eyelids liftTwo residual sparksPure energySo filled with lifeDancingDisappearing into the nightDarting back to the skiesMy eyesBeheldBurningThe tree of deathAnd in less than a breathFelt a wave of sound zingingSinging life through my chestStill staring up in wonderIn echoingRolling thunderMy vision began to blurAs raindrops clatteredPattered against my lens
Splotchy ThoughtsOn the pageJitter, jotIn my mindPlitter, plotDrip and dropPierce the tipThrough my hipInk my mindTattoo and findThe pooling pictureBeneath my rind
Make DoLife so surrealCook up a mealMix fireworks with sunshine peelToss it inOver lilac heelTurn up the heatMelt in sweetFluttering lashesOf a hummingbird who'll greetYour blushing ashesSwimming on the wing
An Insomniac's LamentOh so tiredWish I were firedSo I wouldn't have toGo to workAw heckI need the paycheckOr else I won'tHave a roomToo bad I can'tCrawl back in the wombWhen the world is warmWhere I can be re-bornInto the coldOf an unknown foldIn the reality of ManBegin againBow and bendAgainst the brutal willOf minds of menHarsh words spokenDistort the innocent viewOf a broken boyBorn anewJust another lifeOn a wicked planetRidden with painOverflowing with strifeA beautiful elaborate slateServed to the Devil on a silver plateScratched and scornedDistorted by claws of fire and hornsSuch is the fateOf hate reincarnateIn the heart of a brokenBoy rebornHe's so tiredWishes he were firedSo he wouldn't have toGo to work
Some Nights I Need a FriendSome nightsI need a friendTo hold me closeAnd tell meMy heartIs still beatingSome nightsI need a friendTo hug me so tightTheir embrace beginsTo cut offMy circulationSo the flow of my bloodSlowsUntil my visionFadesAnd I can feel my pulseSlipping throughTheir graspTo keep meTo make meFeelAliveAnd prove that I'mNot dead insideSome nightsI need a friendTo hold me closeAnd tell meMy heartIs still beating
The Warmest Fold Between Pages of WinterCome around againWind that blowsBeyond the bendOver the curves of my snowCome around againWind that blowsSoftly against my cheekLull and whisper meInto lullabiesMake me dream of youWhile I sleepDrive me madWith every streak across my faceDrive me madWith lies and graceCome around againWind that blowsSend songs of sweetnessDown winding roadsLead me alongA Winter pathWhere fairy-tales unfoldHere is where I'll meet youWill you be here to meet me, too?I'll come backWhen the wind that blowsSends me songs of sweetnessOver the curves of my snowFrom beyond the bendWind that blowsCome around againCome around again
Is There Only Pain Inside?Why can't I get herOut of my head?Why can't I dryThese tears I shed?Why do I dreamOf her when I'm in bed?Why can't I get herOut of my head?WishingWishing she could careDrowningDrowning in my despairScreamingScreamingScreaming without airDreamingDreamingDreamingFallFallFail to catch my breathFallFallFall to DeathFallNothing in my chestBeatsI'm not the only oneI knowNot the only oneThis lostThis coldNot the only onePraying for deathNot the only oneFighting for breathNot the only oneHolding screamsSilently within my chestNot the only one
Waiting For Me With Open ArmsTrue LoveFor youI longSo manyNightsYou've beenGoneThrough allThese daysAllI've sungAre lonesomeSongsNow DeathIs nearButThis timeI face himWithoutFearI pray you'll beWaitingOn the other sideFor me
Weathering NightsBeam,Bring sight;Pierce throughImmortal night.Abate black clouds;Contest my solitude,Eternal light.Wuther; wail.Wild winds,Blow me yonder.Hope;Ponder.Sail on,Uncertainty,Through endless storm.For lifeWith love,In faith,Be warm.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
spaceshiptwoWhat's leftafter the explosionare these suns,a faint projectionfrom an unreachable darkness,flickering.And then everything is simultaneous;the entangled mess,the crowds.*And maybe it's all about editing and being edited-The pilot painted across a desert,A desert painted across the pilot.*Or the holographic drift, a surface reflection-The expanse outside echoed inward,Jagged orange treelines over the firefly black like someone holding onto a woman(or the memory of a woman).*Or maybe just the T.V. relayas I struggle to sleep,the newscasterfrom both dimensionsglowing and whispering:The horses of your apocalypse/the apocalypse of your horses.
AloneI look aroundI see peopleYet I'm aloneAlways.
Fixing the damageYou feel damamgedAnd brokenJust like meBut togetherWe can change thatWe can fix each otherSo don't give upWe need each other
Mary x Male!Reader"D-don't you dare look at me!"I jumped, scared. This ball of fluff----she was talking to me? With a shaky breath, I smiled uneasily at her. "Hey, now...I'm not gonna make fun of ya, or anything."She blinked, and looked up at me, her eyes shining a bright red. "Y-you won't?" "Nope."The girl's name was Mary Kozakura.And she was like a puffball, ever so innocent.----------------------------------------------"___! There you are!" Mary looked down at me, smiling sweetly. She was holding a tray, with various yummy-looking food treats on there."I-I made these for you, actually..." She was blushing. Wow, she's actually blushing!"Thank you, Mary." I went to grab a small treat, when suddenly, Mary accidentally slipped on her own two feet, making the treats and tray fall and break in a quick, rumbling earthquake.We were quiet for a moment, Mary covered in sweets, me looking at her from the couch, gaping."I'm so sorry, ___! I didn't mean to do that!" Mary began to stand back up, but fell
glass in the throatthere's something about thathollow quiet in the nightthat bite of airbeneath the clouded moon:something like calm words,falling through the gapsbetween stained teethsomething like a dull thud,a stumbling fawnbruised by a wheel.something about thatclinging crowding darknesssomething likea sweet invitation:prey on us sinners,now,at the hour of our death.
happyAs someone who is diagnosed with severe depression,you cannot expect "happy" to be in my vocabulary. But you must realize thatwe all have a different definition.Happy is not being the richest kid on the block, orthe most popular one in school.Happy is not always having a smile on your face or a twinkle in your eye.Happiness, to me, comes through tears.Tears from finding out I still have good grades.Tears from realizing that the friend who ignored me for three yearsis now my next-door neighbor.From discovering that my brotherisn't ashamed of me and who i am.But happiness also comes in 'if's, 'would's and 'should's, as everything does.If my mother would accept meand not see me as corrupt or broken.If my father would call me because I haven't talked to him in three months butI only matter on holidays, apparently.Happiness is when I would be able to have a friendwithout fearing when the hurt would come.But recently, I've discovered my definition of 'happy' ha
Arcadiai. You know how sometimes you want to be a playlist for someone? To be a fifty-three minute and forty-five second track on ambiguity, longing and nostalgia. A homemade mixtape they’d take with their late afternoon drives, when the borders between the dusky setting sun smudge into the perfect shadowed sky. You’re not there with them; your scents not intermingling with each other. But somehow, they’re closer to you than the salty and sugary wind you breathe, while thinking at the same time whether or not they’re in their own world; their own genre.ii. And maybe it’s because we’re all gripped with a little bit of hypergraphia that goes vomiting on every awkward angle we have. An intensified gripping of intra-fireworks display only happening in our own ossified skulls. It’s thinner than a paper-thin margin how exhales of exhaustion could immediately turn into staccatos of hysterics.iii. Yet that’s the imperial of music: multi-handed&
This poem is for all of my da familyEveryone in my da family are my second family.You all are always there for me like I am to all of you.You all cared and worried about me when I am sadWhich you all always find a way to cheer me up again.I want to thank you all for being part of my family.I promise I will be there for you always through thick and thin.I love you my special da family.
Life, A JourneySummer walks through the grassThinking things I thought were pastMy mind drifts along ocean wavesThis conscience lost among the mazeOf LifeA JourneyA fiery blaze