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MercuryPurple lights and falling rain
Slanting skies and lightning vein
Flat gray clouds, God's domain
Thunder mutes the body's pain
Feel it move the aching joints
Now, again, the skies anoint
Burn my retinas:
Search the land in afterglow
Open window, feel the flow
Smell the rain, let it go
Smash the pavement far below
Reach away, bless the breeze
Not high enough to freeze
Still the green has left the trees
For it's too late
The day's been seized
Psalm of the TollmanDesert calm's
A timeless psalm
In this moden age.
Wrath: what unsoothing balm
I hoard in my cage.
No use for pain,
No war to wage
But my hurt still keeps me sane.
Forever, I fear,
It's never to wane.
So I'll keep it near,
As a torch in the night.
One must see to steer
Even in death of light.
What better guide?
What test of might
To fight when best to hide.
To conquer your fear
and spit at the tide.
My anger's a tear,
Such a beautiful sight.
Despite this cold spear
I might be alright.
A long time will tell
If in my heart of hearts,
That heart I might quell.
Do you hear it now?
The tollman's bell...
Tell me you see meTell me you see me...
Not the boy smiling
in the reflection of your eyes,
the green pool which
he had so readily dived into.
No, not that pathetic imitation
of joyful emotion
the authentic personification
lying at that boy's feet.
Can't you see me?
I imagine I must be there
though within the pool
of your eyes
I can only find
that deceiving mask of an individual,
from that disgusting imitation of joy.
Come you must see!
I am here!
Not the boy you see standing
but instead the boy
holding the floor
it offers me the comfort of closeness,
the boy shrouded in darkness
the obscurity that becomes him.
Tell me you see me.
Tell me you aren't bli
SnK/AoT: Lost Souls in the Snow (Eren)
An icy wind blows violently in the cold air.
The night sky above us is a black canvas.
This is going to be the end of me.
Faster, you filthy dogs!
Is what we hear.
Marching along is now long gone.
We are running; running like automatons.
I hear the sound of gunshots exploding from every direction.
I see and smell the blood of lost lives thrown across the snow.
I taste my own bitter blood that began to trickle in my mouth.
I can't feel my wounded foot anymore, as it was numbed from the frigid ground below.
But I keep hasting on.
It is the only thing my soon-to-be corpse could do; to keep me alive.
The others around me start to disappear.
Numerous lifeless bodies are spread everywhere.
Am I the only person left?
The moon stares into my soul, taunting me, watching me struggle in the darkness.
I am now jogging at a sluggish pace.
At least I'm still moving.
When is this hell going to end?
My form shivers and trembles.
Pain aches within my body.
you lack the need to let go;
but i am enough of a burden for both of us.
my ribs are in debt
and my heart was foreclosed two days ago
i love you so.
and sometimes i wonder why
i am so dumb and numb
because it's you
MeThere is something so tragic about me,
Something so few people will ever see.
Partially because they refuse to view it,
And partly due to the fact I hide it.
Nobody I've asked understands this,
That my love is deep, not shallow,
Seeking to love deeply, not just a kiss.
I love so deeply that it's almost a crime,
Upon rejection, my heart does hard time,
In a jail in which feelings are locked away.
Because it makes me ache with every word I say,
Entirely angry, and just at myself.
Never seeking anything other than love,
Because it feels like my heart is an empty shelf.
A shelf on which I NEED something to hold,
So I could say to it all the thoughts untold.
I'm left now, going completely insane,
And every thought truly is my bane.
Cursing this cruel thing called love,
It only succeeds in making me hate myself more,
And always hurts me, leaving nothing but stress.
on finding yourself.finding yourself feels a lot like losing yourself at first.
remember, that moment of free fall scares the shit out of everyone,
but part of becoming who you want to be is tearing up the foundations
and rewriting yourself.
it's facing down your demons instead of burying them,
it's learning how hard change is
change is the most difficult thing;
on the bad days,
keep your head up
remind yourself where you want to be
instead of hating who you are.
self-acceptance is a fragile thing,
learn to wear it on your breath
so it is the first thing you smell every morning
wear it in your ears
so you don't need to hear it from anyone else
say 'I am enough'
you are enough.
hold it up to the light and admire the way
it makes you grow like grass towards the sun.
Bleak empathyYour emotions cover my will in a sulfurous blanket
Even my thoughts trail off because I sense
What ache they are causing to you and I remain too weak
To confront the tumult of such feelings
That pinch my cheeks and my stomach
Reversing the bile to my throat and it's not out of friendship
That if I throw you into a pit of despair
Together with you I shall jump
Hello, BookHello, Book, you’re clean and neat
Your snow-white pages not yet worn
Soon, your bright, crisp covers
And paper will be torn
The shreds and wrinkles of love
Are not yet stamped on your page
Now, Book, your sheets are blank
Your wire binding a cage
I’m here, Book, to write my heart
And make it a part of you
It will mar your page, Book
But you’ll get a heart, too
My mortal heart will die, Book
The one I’ll give you cannot
From you, future mortals
Can still speak to my thoughts
Lie on for me, Book, someday
When I’m approaching the end
Dying, I’ll send for my Book
No longer ‘Book’ but my friend
GraveyardGrey. That was the color of the sky. The grass was green with water, a gentle rain flows in the air, the smell of water and pine fills my nose. The wind, gentle against my cheek, screams against the trees.
There are many buried here. As I walked the line I took the time to see all of their names, memorizing them like one remembers a fact...
So many, many names. So many who have come and gone.
As I walk, the sun begins to descend, fog and darkness replace it. Leaving me feel cold... and hollow. I stop walking. In front of me a tombstone read;
Cody. 1991- 2009.
I kneel, paying my respects to him. Laying the feather of a hawk on his grave. Seconds later, the wind takes it.
But it left the bottles.
The sun descends further, I hear the sound of footsteps. I rise, looking for who could of been there. There was no one. Only the cold touch of the wind, an
Quite DeadGoodbye, my friend of many a day
When golden rain fell from a sweating sky,
And we swam in the molten sunlight
-In the dripping, pouring of sunlight
As the birds taught our hearts how to fly.
Together, on some purple evenings,
We stuffed our stomachs as high as our heads,
And worry grew thin as the winter
-As starved as a mayfly in winter
To put it in other words, quite dead.
Goodbye, my companion of those nights
When tears ran races to reach my chin
As we stumbled upon reality,
A harsh, unflinching reality
Pounding at our hearts to be let in.
Side by side we ran the course of fear.
As bare as the bony moon were our souls.
But we always found the right answers
(Except when they were the wrong answers).
At least they patched up the gaping holes.
Goodbye, my comrade over the years
-Years that viewed us as poor pieces of art
And took us in sculptor’s hands to form
Our roughness into more perfect form.
They turned us into what we are now.
We laughed in the face of our heartbreak
Think of someoneIf I told you I loved you,
would you listen?
If I offered my soul
would you take me?
The greed of the world is unbroken
For cities are burning
And oceans are roaring
Why would one focus on me?
Is my hand all that you need?
You are the robber's red ruby
You never seem lonely;
And your eyes shine like emeralds
Stolen from celtic shores
You seem so strong and so vibrant:
A sparrow's keen cry on fading blue sky
Here I stand, with a voice like a hawk.
So how could it be that someone like you
Could ever think of someone like me?
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