In the soft moonlight I stand,
surrounded by obscured shadows of
hideous beasts kept hidden in the dark
ravenous for vengeance and blood.
Secrets from the far too near past
that I have tried hard to forget
haunt me constantly day and night,
wrecking havoc unto my tormented soul.
Ghostly memories become almost palpable
and as I relive them yet again
I swallow my pride and plead,
begging them to relent just this once
because this has become
far more than I can bear.
I was quite bored today and had a little bit of time on my hands…so I decided to make a video of me singing! Sorry beforehand if I hurt your ears too much. I am most definitely not the best singer out there but this was all in good fun (:
And sometimes I wonder,
deep into the night,
how the tender caresses
that were full of love
turned into cold, vicious slaps
that left behind nothing
but discolored bruises
and tear-streaked faces.
Did I ever mention I fucking love visual poetry? Because I fucking love visual poetry.
THIS IS SO COOL
(Source: sheandherdarkness)
As I laid next to you in bed today, tracing the outline and feeling the contours of your flawless face, I was struck by the odds of it all. Somehow, I bumped into you in the right place at the right time and ‘we’ miraculously began. We were like two particles traveling the vast universe on completely different circuits that suddenly collided headlong into each other. If it were not for that one fateful day, we would still be familiar strangers that merely brushed shoulders in the crowded halls at school without a second thought or glance at one another.
I shifted my body closer to yours and laid my head upon your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat and feeling your chest rise with every breath you took. Despite the impossibility of us ever meeting, our paths still nevertheless met and became one. Perhaps fate does play a part in our lives after all and maybe, just maybe, it was our destiny to create something this beautiful.
The one thing I love most about you is your ability to make my day better with your spontaneity and simple actions. After being cooped up inside for the entire weekend, whiling away my time studying, all you had to do was take me out to get some Starbucks and McDonald’s to put a big, silly grin on my face. It is these little moments and mini dates with you that I will hold precious within my heart and remember with fondness as I look back on my high school years.
All you do is demand for what you want, stating that it is with my good intentions in mind, but honestly, what you want and what I want are two completely different things. They can not be any farther apart than Pluto is to the sun. For once, let me take control and make my own decisions. After all, who else knows me better than myself?
Your eyes are haunted, sunken into your pale, sallow face. There is something indescribable about them, an isolation and withdrawal I have never before seen in any others. You are unreadable, a closed book bound shut with a dozen locks hanging from its opening, and untouchable, the forbidden fruit from a sacred grove available to only the most divine. Yet even with all of the barricades erected around you, I am still fascinated by your very existence. I am drawn to you, caught within the magnetic field that pulls me closer and closer, into your vicinity.
All I want is to know your story, to know the genuine you under the layers of artificial skin that you have woven for yourself. I want to gain your undying trust and be the person you confide all your innermost secrets with. So open yourself up to me for my intentions are of the purest sense. There are no hidden motives or deceitful lies. What more is there to lose, darling?
I cannot help but feel hopelessly lost at times, unsure of my own identity and the purpose of my existence. The uncertainty gnaws away at the core of my being until my very soul is slowly chiseled away, leaving behind nothing but pure white dust. I walk aimlessly through the different realms of life, balancing precariously between the borders as I search for the answers to my countless questions. I suppose I am merely a wanderer of the void between worlds, created from the discarded and hopeless, a formless shadow passing by, silent and unnoticed.
