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BrokenSilent screaming echoed through the night
The pains of the heart
Into vast darkness both above and below
The heart begins to crack
The pain and sorrow bringing far too much pressure
The heart bleeds through those cracks
Making them larger
The pieces begin to fall apart
Piece by piece
Bit by bit
The heart screams
Begging to feel whole again
The shattering of glass as it hit's the floor
Only to realize it's the sound of a shattering heart
Once shattered and broken
Becomes far too many pieces
To just make whole again
DemonBlack leathery wings spread wide
Stretching and blending with the night sky
Flashing dark green eyes survey the land
Sharp canines protruding from a wicked smile
Blood drips from their sharp points
A malicious spark crossing slowly brightening eyes
The rush of air as it falls
The heavy flap of wings
The sharp snapping of trees and screams of pain
The current landscape demolished in one powerful gust
Random splatters of blood cover shattered tree trunks
The smell of the red mass becoming intoxicating and unbearable
Now pristine white teeth glow under the red full moon
A grin forming from the night's task
The creature fly's off leaving it destruction behind
Feeling satisfied with the work he has done
Total destruction plus the destruction of lives
The blood was an added bonus to feed it hunger
A never ending cycle of death
The never ending enjoyment of the sight of pain.
LunarThe darkness and paleness of the surroundings.
The deep foreboding of the forbidden.
A mind's creation,
Sanity loses its grip,
It slips slowly into darkness.
Struggling to survive,
Fighting to stay in the light,
But failing gracelessly.
The holder of the mind,
Falling faster into darkness,
Their hearts being consumed by darkness.
Their bodies becoming darkness,
Shells of what they used to be,
Floating amongst us all,
Walking the earth,
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
Love's Stormy EndThe bright hues of color fade
The sun seemingly no longer as bright
The wide free sky looking as though it too is stuck in a cage
Lustrous white clouds swiftly change to grey
Thunder rolls and lightening arcs across a darkened sky
The ice cold bitterness of rain falls and shatters against pavement
Deathly cold and unforgiving
Coming down harder as wind picks up
Tearing and shredding branches from trees
Stripping leaves from the fragile veins that hold them together
The force of the wind gets stronger
Becoming a piercing scream amongst the cold wet death of rain
An abrupt slowing of wind a rain begins
The world remains in its perpetual darkened state
The sky no longer wishing to brighten
The sun remains hidden behind thick, grey clouds
A large puddle of water lay still
Tainted dark red
A lone figure lying motionless in the midst of it
Clutching a final letter close to its heart
Once lively eyes stare out unblinkingly
Hollow and empty
A message etched in red scrawled across t
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