Sing to the darkness of the night sky
in hopes that the stars
will shine brighter
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Darkness in CalligraphyThe pen is mightier than the sword
With your jet-black heart you
sear through the souls in my story
rip through the pages and burn them in
stacks (fire of water, drowning it all)
Your pen's nib cuts into the paper of
my once white heart, the
darkness will rule because
your words have closed my doors
shut me out from the light and
left me bare with the darkness
Now I'm sitting here, bleeding ink
and pondering heartbreak
because only sword wounds can heal
tape will never work on my ripped out heart
beautiful.We were beautiful.
But our separate worlds have broken us apart
embedded its shadows in our muted screams
So let it cut up our love and snip it into p i e c e s
And let tragedy crawl into existence with its wilted bamboo limbs, let
the ocean wind blow what’s left of it
and we will be inches apart, but still too far to be close.
so let our monsters look like us
with bloody ribs of ink and debarment, empty hearts swallowed by their
I guess we never would've made it anyway. never
I guess our forbidden dreams won't ever come true. ever
But time won’t let me forget &
BloomWinter's diamond snow has gone
From dry dust arises a gleam of gold
h for sunlight
they sing silent songs of joy
hear it in the wind, the trees
endless gardens, endless sky
light from the darkness
For wilted forsythias do not exist here
1. ~an introductionLittle butterflies, drunk on
Dear, dear, Rose
We have been through so
from broken w r i s t s to bleeding heart
and we have been torn. till
even darkness gave no joy and
What we could have been
haunted what we were and weren't
And really, what does heartbreak mean when they tear our heart out?
Isn't that what they say?
But I ,no, we, can feel it.
Dear, dear Rose
Who are you and I
Who were we
Little birds, don't be afraid
I am also one of you, with
wings of hope and ink and when
we are on the
, I can fly
stargazersShe lives in a river of stars, intricately weaved into the eyes of Eden
the way his roses find beauty in her bramble-berry eyes
watching the sun sink into the ocean
waiting for the night sky
I will always remember him, eyes dancing, hiding her broken heart
Rainwater, hurricanes of lonely gray spilling onto the cloudy sidewalk. The stars are gone tonight.
e m p t y hallway fill
no one will notice
around the corner
no one will care if you
no one will laugh if you
no one can hurt you
2. complicatedfrom copper wires
we are twisted pinkies and
empty passageways of
stained glass and weighed-down bricks
and spring glory and summer windows
we are deserts
bound by the gravity of your galaxy eyes
we are beautiful
we are silent
and laughter will be joyful when we
see our reflections blended in the pond with duckweed and clear blue blood
we are parted lips of salted ocean breezes
and treacherous as one
but nothing without the other
in my gardens are
bleeding hearts, drooping with
the weight of the sky,
little bluebird, don't look for him,
don't break your
hearts are so easily
a p a r t
pieces, love, don't you go
bre aking and s h a t t e r i n g,
don't you start, little bluebird,
these gardens aren't for you, don't
come, you will find nothing but
sorrow, nothing but forget-me-nots, and those
can't let goI can’t do it.
It’s cold today, as I walk down the streets of Manhattan. Crowds bustle around me, yet the world is strangely silent. The sky is gray, and the half-melted snow burns my eyes.
I’m bound for hell.
I’m blinded now, blinded by your words, blinded by the smoke in the air, blinded by sun, blinded by snow.
Maybe it’s just
They haunt me, they drag me down, with every step I take.
I try to hide it, but I know you can tell, every time you look into my eyes. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I can’t save myself anymore.
haunt you too now. They drag you down with me, and with every second you try to
me up, tugging at my hand,
begging me not to give up, we fall
deeper. I’m sorry.
Real You and Fake MeReal You and Fake Me
Who are you? Is that something you can really answer? Throughout your nomadic existence you could never truly answer that question. You are like clay; you can mold yourself into whatever you please in order to fool the common masses. I envy that power of yours. You make yourself flawless, proper, and intelligent. Without effort you can put anyone into your indefinite maze of shape and size. As someone such as myself, I can’t fathom the mysteries within that sealed heart of yours. Can you be someone real anymore? Continuously molding yourself must be tiring… and painful. Even when you do this, your ever changing personally always draws the undesirables out. Is that a good thing? I suppose it is. As you have lost the will to carry on with humanity, you’ve lost the twinkle of your heart. The love of humanity you once held dear has ceased before it began, and you were in pain even before you knew what that was.
Who am I? I can’t answer that any
The Desperate Routine The train chugged along through the forest, delivering whatever freight it had. It created a strong breeze, causing the leaves and anything else with little weight fly with the force of the train. The mobile machine blew its horn, breaking into the peaceful beat of the train moving along the tracks. Day after day, the train passed without the slightest clue that someone always followed it.
A girl walked along the tracks, following the moving machine day after day. Unable to catch a ride on any of the coal-filled carts. she was forced to travel on foot. Every time the train passed, her long, straight, brown hair flew with the train as if the strands were trying to carry her with it. Immediately, her slow traveling pace changed to a sprint as she desperately tried to keep up with the train. This was her chance for a reunion with the rest of civilization. It's been nearly a year since she's seen another person.
This Means War Designs & Interfaces / Game Development Art / Game Concepts & Illustrations / Storyline Literature
This Means War
By Lyndon Hector
(Published by EAT)
Attention there is a worldwide zombie out break! Today was a normal day until Professor Mike used his new experiment. We begged him not to do it, but he just had to go and do his stupid experiments on people and now the whole world is at risk of becoming a zombie—he was always thinking about himself. "Margaret!" John yelled, "Where the hell are you going?" "I'm getting the hell out of here, what does it look like?" Margaret yelled back as she ran down the hallway. "Come back here. That's an order!" John barked, running down the hallway after her. Margaret fell down and tried to tush back to her feet, but something grabbed her leg and started pulling her into the darkness. "Help!" Margaret screamed. John ran up and grabbed her leg. "I told you to hold your position and you—" "I'm sorry—sir," Margaret interrupted, cryin
Hardships are a token
There's so many scars
I'm proud to be broken
I'm a living shard
I live off of regret
Breathing in certainty
My life feeds on suspense
It's almost considered a dependency
People break down sometimes
That's an understatement
Pretending to walk the line
While hope is in fragments
Can you imagine-
Enduring another lifetime
Even a fraction-
Of the pain I called mine?
I reach for the sky / Sweat falls in the fire
Worshiped halos remain shy / Shall I wait here forever?
People say we are all loved
That's nothing but a lie
Belief and trust become lost
That's the only truth I will testify
The gates will stay closed-
Backs will be turned
I will pray no more-
Only to try and justify the hurt
Some things are just not meant to be
No expectations- means no let downs
My own words are the only ones I'll believe
I was once lost, and I was once never found
And when death finally comes for me
My hollowed soul won't be raised
It will learn that statues nev
This Is Our PoemThis is our time
living our prime.
This is our light in the dark.
Let it shine.
This is our race
keeping our pace.
This is our eye of the storm.
Let it rain.
This is our knife
carving our life.
This is our love for the lost.
Let it flow.
This is our seed
planting our need.
This is our hope for the land.
Let it grow.
This is our code
writing our ode.
This is our word for the young.
Let it speak.
This is our praise
blessing our days.
This is our path through the fog.
Let it run.
This is our bone
setting our tone.
This is our warmth in the cold.
Let it burn.
This is our blood
soaking our mud.
This is our strength in the war.
Let it rise.
This is our poem
reading our tome
building our home
ending our roam.
This is our peace in the pain.
Let it be.
With YouHold me tight,
Please don't go.
I'm falling apart,
falling down so low.
Like a rag doll I'm tearing,
seams falling apart.
I can't sew them back up,
wouldn't know where to start.
I need your help,
but I'm too scared to say,
too scared to reach out,
tell you to stay.
You're my only hope,
like it or not.
My chances are slim,
but I'll give it a shot.
So hold me up,
don't let me fall,
just tell me it's okay,
answer my call.
That's all you need to do,
and I'll be alright.
With you by my side,
I'll stand up and fight.
Letter To a StrangerYou do not recognize my name
Nor am I in knowledge of yours
Though we have never met before
I feel the need to speak with you
To tell you stories of my life
And you provide me with the same
But before we start a friendship
I wish to ask you a few things
Thus, your undivided focus
Is what I need from you right now
Can you pay fervant attention
To every word that passes my lips?
In years past, I have met people
Who love surface phenomena
And fail to dive deeper than that
Refuse to connect ideas
Will you hear the depths of my verse
And perceive me for who I am?
And many of these same people
Have done nothing to assist me
With any hardship I have faced
Have not been there to support me
Do you keep an eye out for friends
To have their backs in trying times?
When there arrives a dire moment
That requires a frank dialogue
And an unfettered honesty
Without any hesitation
Would you call out my behaviour
When it is less than savory?
All these things I ask in my search
For a deep, genuine friends
Starlight ShacklesStarlight Shackles
Steering away from the monsters of the world, I run towards my home of constant heart breaks. No breaks for me today as my most loved are battling with the most hateful words. The shadows forcing me to listen to their laughs as I toil, trying to restart the light. My face is slammed downwards as I am put into the darkness without fail. As I look up I see the faces sneering at me as they push my heart deeper into the realms of hatred. I am haunted by the melancholy voice, “Is that really so?”
Turning away I know now that my power can’t possible rival ones who put me here. God has abandoned me at last. Bask in the insanity and desperation. Crying and in horrible pain I reach out to the one who grasps my hand. “Listen to my reasoning; please find your light that you have lost, you are not a flower of hell”
There was no light for me. Since no one stands with me, I’ll stand for myself. I’ll force fate to my liking, even if I have
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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