Addicted

You think this is funny, this game we play?
I find it torture, but I can't get enough.
Each time we're alone it becomes more and more dangerous
You can't trust me and I can't trust you
To hold on to that something we find so precious
What was it again? Oh yes our sanity.
No please stop I can't go on.
More, more, just one more time.
Love me, hold me tighter.
I'm addicted to your touch
To your heat, to everything about you
But I know we must stop or otherwise;
We'll overdose

Yes

I seem to just realize you have given up much for me.
You've turned your back to the ones you trusted
Because now they tell you; Love is not to be lusted.
Yet you don't see that all you see is me.
I lied to you yet you do not care.
You love me more than you could ever share.
I love you too I've always said.
But don't forget,
to breath again.
Don't turn your back, on those who are there.
For I will stay
even though the times will change
I'll be waiting just the same.
Even as years pass by and we will grow.
I'll stand there waiting knowing you said 'Yes'
When I asked "Do you love me?"
So go on do not stay
I'll be fine just walk away
Don't turn your head
Because I'll be dead
When you look in my eyes
All you'll see is dread.
But do not freat because when you return
Life will sprut from my heart
Once again.

Then once again will both say yes
As we stand hand in hand
At the Alter.

Touch

I feel you push against me. I want to be closer your touch like fire on my skin.
I want to escape but yet stay in your warmth.
I turn trying to escape from you.
Yet you follow, raising my chin so that you may meet my gaze.
You pull me close again and all my control is lost as your hand travails over me.
I push back, I turn yet not to leave.
To let you feel me. I guide your hands and it seems your control is lost as well.
All we see is one another. No one else is there, silence is broken only with ragged breaths.
You turn me in you arms and kiss my head, my cheek my lips.
You do not linger.
You let me go.
Yet I know not for long.
Your hands may have not lingered, but your eyes they do and the memory of those touches.
I see the fire in your eyes as others hold me.
Such a selfish man you are, yet I wear this collar just to prove;
Those touches will not be forgotten.

The World

People tell me I'm crazy all the time. Some part of me believes that, but another part doesn't. I do make sense, but only to myself. My thoughts and emotions are very taken care of and well placed. I think things through carefully and unionized but when I try to express them they don't come out correctly. So maybe in that sense I am crazy, maybe that's why I can only express myself through art and scripture. Maybe that's why I think no one understands me. I do try to help people understand me, but they get too confused, too frustrated to keep trying. So I know that when people are my friends and love me for who I am, I know they truly care for me or they just see the mask that I've become so good at putting up. In that group of people there really are only a hand full who see me for who I am. Who have forcefully come up to me and ripped off that mask, made me show them who I am or even convinced me to take it off for them. Those are my true friends, those are people I call my family. Even if they're not related to me in anyway we find we have a mutual understanding that we will always be with one another, it doesn't matter where we are, what we're doing. Just that we are alive and striving for a better tomorrow. That we'll be there to help each other up. That we we'll be there at a funeral for a family member of that person, even if we didn't know them. That we will cry when they get hurt and we will rejoice when they get better. That is a family and I am finally happy to say I have found one.

Lion

With the lights off, darkness fell upon my room
Awakening the shadows, despite the light
Creeping along the vacant, pale, lavender walls
They were black, amorphous, mysterious shapes

I cowered in my bed with the soft covers to protect me
I felt vulnerable, allowing despairing thoughts to enter my mind
I could feel each shadows’ icy presence floating around
They didn’t want to leave, they could smell my fear

I was so scared, I wanted to scream out loud
They wouldn’t disappear nor leave me alone
Where was the light that could save me from the dark?
A brightness that could distinguish this nightmare

Just when I thought this darkness would never end
A bright shinning figure sat at the end of my bed
A huge bright creature with golden fur and a brown mane
It was a lion; a beautiful, majestic feline beast

The mighty king roared at the darkness that lurked
Swiping it away with its huge claws, left and right
Seeing the beast, the shadows cringed and melted away
Disappearing from my sight and from my bedroom

The furry beast turned around and padded towards me
Even though he looked fierce and wild, I wasn’t afraid
Face to face, I saw his deep green eyes shinning like the sun
He nuzzled and licked my face while a purr escaped his throat

He let me pet his huge mane and his beautiful fluffy fur
A wonderful pelt that felt so soft to my finger tips
He gave me his massive paw and I gave him my small hand
A moment that I would never forget or let it slip from my mind

I could see that he owned a gentle heart and soul under his fur
The king laid by my side, watching over me in the darkness
Putting my head on his side, he didn’t flinch but allowed me to stay
I was finally able to go to sleep, with my lion guardian close by 

Love

There is no such word as 'loved'

Love has no past,

If you ever stop loving something

then you never had a love for it in the first place.

Betrayed

"I know exactly how you feel right now, broken, unloved, betrayed and used. I can't blame anyone for that except myself."

M. Hatter

Sun

If you were to gaze too long at the sun, you would be blinded.

Be in its warmth too long, you would be burned.
Come too close, you'd be destroyed by its heat.
Go too far, and you'd waste away in the cold.
But reflect it's light and you feel just right.
Though there is a time when the moon does not do just that.
It's in darkness, cold and alone but nothing you can do about that.
Because you'll turn anew and feel just as warm
as when you faced the sun just like before.

Omen

OMEN

Have you ever written a story…

…that no one has bothered to read?

Have you ever written a story…

…that had more critiques than you could possibly need?

Is this one of those stories…

…that you never should have read…

…or…

…is this the kind of story…

…that could put your kids to bed?

I doubt you'll read them a story…

…that filled you with lost hope and dread…

But I think you'll like this story,

…maybe it's what you need.

So, listen, read, whatever you please to the story you are about to encounter…

But its not the type of fairy tale that you're bound to sleep right after...

I'm the girl who's lost in the dark, the last girl left from a day in the park. I never decided to live this life, but it was you who decided for me. Your sad emotions and dreadful thoughts left me with this to prosper.

I am alone in the world of your imagination. My family and friends left me to weep and I still lie here in the street. I know you might be wondering 'why are you not home with your family?' Well the answer is simple they're dead. No home or warm meal for me just a dark alley and a rat instead.

I would kill myself right now…if only I could. I was allowed to live. Of all the things you could've done to me…you allowed me to live. Put a spear through me right now, I wouldn't die; I'd feel nothing. Of all the things you could've done to me, you gave me the greatest pain yet. You gave me a loss, a loss of a loved one, a friend, a companion…a life.

I stare at the cloudy sky. The gray and dull of the winter was rubbing off on me.

Now it starts to rain. The flowers start to melt and turn into blood, salty, rusty blood. 'Where did the blood come from?' you may ask. Oh, nothing; it's nothing important, just my family's blood. They stained these used to be white carnations and now, they melt when they come in contact with water.

Sometimes, when I'm having a really bad day, you give me something to be happy about. Like today, you gave me a friend, finally someone to talk to.

This one was a victim of your mind, too. At first glance, he looks fine, but when you look closer; you could see it. The hurt, the pain, the misery embed in his eyes. The faint smell of blood and the streaks of red in his silvery hair. And even with all these imperfections, all these flaws; he (still) looked absolutely beautiful.

We didn't speak. We didn't utter a single word. We just sat there in silence as an ominous breeze made itself known.

I was never a fan of omens; I never believed in such things, but this changed my mind. I know this was a sign…that my creator was finally happy, that my life was finally looking up and I knew that from the moment I saw this boy, this boy who suffered the same fate as me.

That's when I felt someone touch me and I looked up. I stared into his scarlet orbs as he stared into my own. Then he smiled.

"Your hair…it's…annoying." He chuckled.

"I know…" And I could only do the same.

"What's your name?" I lend him my hand when he offered his own as he pulled me up…everything seemed so much brighter, so happy, as we stood hand-in-hand.

"It's—"