I'm sitting in my four walled room
They're closing in, like an ancient tomb
I feel like I'm wasting time for two
When all I want is me and you
LegendIn its shadow burns a memory,
Distant and nearly forgotten.
And every loss, every body to bury,
Our cities now lost; dead and rotten.
And yet it burns, this gilded memory,
Kindling the flames of conflict and love.
Reaching across the distant century,
The ire of War bears down from above.
Across the stars our destiny lies.
Through the dark below, amongst wolves.
We've finally awoken to darkened skies,
As thunder cracks from falling hooves.
FacesVoices in the dark, calling my name.
Rising like cricket song, burning like a flame.
Can't you hear them? Their ill-gotten song,
Born from souls of malice, pushing me along.
Every step echoes, down this dreary hall.
Painted faces frown, from perches on the wall.
I can't see their faces, watching through the night,
Just beyond the hedges, always out of sight.
Bolts of light flash, from every passing car.
The chorus is growing, I know they can't be far.
Laying on the ground by a cold, blackened fire
A broken, souless corpse; a victim of their ire.
As the sun begins to rise, the sky burns bloody red.
Pushing away this feeling of dark, swirling dread.
But as I make my leave, I fear for my life,
Staring back from the mirror, my face and bloody knife.
DreamingDream with me, if only for a while,
Of sunlight, dancing naked in the breeze
Or mourning flowers, searching for their smile.
Dream with me, if only you would, please.
I'm sorry I wasn't there at the end,
As you slipped away in that hospital bed.
And I'd give everything just to spend
One last hour, to take back what I said.
That light is coming, I hear it in their cries
Burning like a sunset, so warm and bright.
I see every memory pouring from their eyes.
So please dream with me, if for only one last night.
Yellow RibbonsI carry a ribbon in my pocket for those who can't stand tall,
For those sitting in the rain just waiting for the fall.
I carry with me a lifeline to help drag you back to shore
All I need from you is to give your faith once more.
As you wipe away your tears with a bottle and a cup
The world becomes a blur so you can't tell which way is up.
And as you leave your feet, the world seems so small
And every word you say is a battle, one against all.
You had your hopes and dreams now their bitter and old,
And the warmth you felt inside is now dead and cold.
The gleam of indifferent steel, as you contemplate suicide
Just know I'm here beside you with hope our hearts collide.
I carry in my hand a flower so stark and milky white.
Tears so cold and lonely help to pass away the night.
Upon the ground I place, this flower on your grave,
If only we could have known, this life we should have saved.
LullabyCan you write me a lullaby to sing me to sleep?
I'll wait in blissful silence, not making a preep.
It'll start off slow and crescendo through the night,
And end after daybreak, as we watch the morning light.
We'll dance in our dreams, as the notes carry us along,
Merrily we'll lift our voices, drunk on another love song.
But when the morning comes the night ends,
And the parting of those dear old friends.
With every step your mind quakes,
And with every beat your heart aches.
And the melody starts coming on strong,
And you can't help to hum along.
Can you write me a lullaby?
So I'll remember you when we say goodbye.
Now wipe those tears from those dreary eyes,
And smile for me, as the sun begins to rise.
Words UnsaidSilent like a long goodbye,
Lonely like the darkest night,
Empty as the years gone by,
Drinking dreams till morning light.
These words ring inside my head,
Like church bells for the unsung.
And from my pen, these words bled
To find a grave on my tounge.
A note sits on my dresser,
Yellowed from the march of time.
Its lines are my confessor
To you-- it's my only crime.
EnigmaAs I peer through the darkness, you are the light
Like a fire that stretches towards the sky.
You're always out of reach, but in my sight
I'll never stop trying till the day I die.
You're something like an enigma my dear
One that someday I hope to solve.
And through eyes clouded, now clear
I begin anew, with strengthened resolve.
Snapshot Story: BetrayalThe burning light of the street lights pushes back the entrenched darkness that lay over the radiant beauty of the flower garden. A warm summer breeze blows, causing the flowers to dance. Two women walk through the well-worn path between two large rose bushes. The further they walk the more animated and tense their voices become.
“Damn it Amelia, you just don’t get it do you!” The shorter woman yells her face flush with anger. Her dark hair bobbing as she throws her head about. “What did you expect Emmy? Was I just supposed to let you go wild?!” Amelia yells back. “I’m not a child anymore, stop calling me ‘Emmy’,” Amelia lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Emily, you’re my kid sister, I got to…” “No, you don’t,” Emily yells tears welling up in her eyes. Off in the distance, a clap of thunder echoes.
The two women stand in silence, glaring at each other. “Come on let’s head back
The Swinging GirlAnother summer has come and gone, and a cold autumn wind blows across the silent, windswept field. In the field stands an old, weathered oak. The silent sentry grimaces as it is battered by the cold winds. Several of the leaves fall as the oak readies for a winter slumber. From the tangle of branches hangs an old wooden swing. A young girl sits in silence as she watches the crimson sun fade behind the distant mountains. In the distance, her mother watches from the kitchen of the small cottage that dots the landscape.
Beside the tree sits a tombstone; a small mound of fresh dirt lies beside it. The harsh winds die down as her mother calls out. “Come in dear, it’s time to go,” The girl slowly raises, her head hanging low. As she moves past the swing, it begins to move. Hearing the creaking branches, the girl turns back once, a single tear trickling down her cheek.
As she walks back, the sun gives a final wink before fading into twilight. A gentle breeze plays with the e
Contradictory Suicide LetterIf you’re reading this…
Dear everybody throughout the years,
I’m trying my best to write this through tears.
All I want to say is I have finally conquered my fears.
It’s time for me to close my ears
And start up my gears.
I’m leaving everything behind.
Today marks a new adventure to find
What I wanted when I was confined—
Life is telling me to unwind,
For today starts my peace of mind.
So, I’m putting away what harmed me.
All my knives and all their words; I’ll be set free.
I’ve gone through fires of the Hell that I couldn’t flee
Until I saw my own foggy breath and fell into the sea,
Where quickly enough I began to plea.
I’m going to let go of my life and start anew,
Correcting my mistakes and undo
What I have caused that wasn’t true.
So, I would like to thank you
For helping me get through—
There’s no point in me being miserable
When I have everything in my grasp and it’s unbreakable.
Practicing DeathWhat are we really doing during those nights?
What are these dreams that cloud our sights?
The world is still and quiet while we rest
Our minds wander far off under the crest
A low steady rhythm flows through our bodies
We're at peace as we dream through our stories
Some of them are beautiful, nothing can compare
And some are very horrible, a long nightmare
We see both worlds as we are practicing death
It sometimes wake us, shortening our breath
When we're awake, we are revived from the day before
And finally at the end of the day, we "die" once more
We practice death every night, a routine
Going into our imaginary afterlife, foreseen
So why are we so afraid of accepting fate?
We've been practicing death up to this date
ConsultationConspiracies have strange faces
Coins that spin in the air
From a fingernail dirtied grave
And a resting body in fear
Nuance drive the smoke to breathe
Wispy promises ensure
That all can be foretold ere long
The latency draws to a blur
A stack of strange words written plain
Read by mouths that speak no sounds
But the future missed its day
Abacus with beads of bone
Weights with hollow insides lean
To chains as frail of lines of heart
Between the table edge's scene
Bought and traded by the tide
Wash to blue-eyed skies of none
Save what they say will be ahead
Under the light of the same sun
Methods in the spells of old
Forgot the half of what to say
Left a captain a broken wheel
Spinning in circles far away
Hopes hath died between their hands
Paths in strange directions lead
By the lessons no one can know
Unless the fall lost from their greed
SenseDarkness stalks with impassioned gaze
Coaxing sense, in sensuous haze
Undressing night, its shadow plays
Along shoreline curves, provoking waves
StarscapeHills of rolling reeds play songs
Like melodies in my rest
And the smallness of their leaves caress
A ease of mind to let express
Summer sun has slipped its shawl
Under quilt of greenest life
Let me lay against her side
And know the nearness of our night
And flowers like the pearls of sea
Shells in rings from branches bend
As soft as words I could exchange
Between the earth we warmed and mend
Dewdrops from my eyes can see
Worn a silken cape of stars
Far away from where I am
With figure where you once were
Rise and fall of chest in sleep
To a golden wakened rise
Show her diamonds in the field
A map to come as close as I
Above in last wave of the dark
See a glow stretch arm to me
And make a promise long to keep
That soon to stand twain with her feet
Written by ChristheZorua
Gliding high in the sky
Living the dream
Ivory plays inside his head
Saving grace from the skylights
Can this creature fly at all?
Or is it just a glider in disguise?
Realization is his key to success
Dancing DarkOh why you do not wander into the light
But stay in the abandoned realm of dark
I hear your voice, but you're not in sight
I go forward toward the mystery spark
A song unheard of, a dance not seen
It's beautiful without a crowd around
So clear like glass, polished clean
And so musical without any sound
The dancing dark is charming
And far more impressive
Than the glorious morning
And its light, deceptive
Can't you see that it's better this way?
Here's the secret- so simple and stark
The light and day cannot make you sway
As the cold welcoming dancing dark
Inversion...Inversion, by David Nicholas...
Allow me a moment to take you straight back
Between pages inked red, blue, yellow and black
Consider the life we’d live, inside this comic
Defy limits as heroes, great or atomic
Each power pure, just picture the collective
Figure flying freely gives gorgeous perspective
Given a gift with gadgets to survive and adapt
Have super speed while you work; bet you’d be rapt
Imagine being blessed with strength super strong
Just hoist whole worlds with ease; see anything wrong?
Keep people keen with the ability to read minds
Learn to resemble whatever you shall find
Maybe despite this, let’s step back and recognise
None of this counters the torments that terrifies
Often humans hail you; sure won’t save themselves
Perhaps treat you like God, so potentials are shelved
Quash ne’er-do-wells with extreme use of force?
Right of YOURS to do it; you’re one they endorse
Suppose fans mimicked you, through costume or deed
Maybe...He'll Come BackYou love him,
It's weird why you do,
But you do,
Weirdness comes from the fact,
That after what happened,
He was still the same guy you fell in love with,
But something was different below the surface,
Of his heart,
And it started to show,
It was something dark,
It scares you,
And sometimes you want to run away,
But you run back to him at the end of every day,
You don't want to leave,
At least not just yet,
Cause you can see a future with him,
Beneath his threats,
Beneath his rage,
You see his kindness is just trapped in a cage,
Made up of his insecurities,
Are you the one actually protecting him?
Are you his security?
You see what others don't,
So you'll continue to float with him,
You'll hold him down,
Cause you know he's more than that clown,
That people see him as,
Maybe one day the guy you knew will be back from the prison,
Escape from Alcatraz,
And he'll still be different,
He'll be back