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Life is a desertLife is the driest of deserts,
Its sands forever shifting,
Threatening to overwhelm
the aimless wanderer.
The one without a goal.
Some see solace and safety,
In the shade of burning trees,
Awaiting the day when the rain arrives
to wash away the pain.
A day which seldom comes.
Many find safety in pits,
Dug with blistered hands,
The running walls of their respite
endlessly returning to their original
Blistered hands dig endlessly until skin peels from bone.
A brave few risk the sunlight,
Daring to dream they face the perilous desert
and claw their way through the scorching
To finally find what others dare not dream,
Last MomentsDid you laugh when the sky rained fire?
The way you had always wanted as a child.
Did you smile when the streets were filled with ash?
Of the people you claimed to love and hold dear.
Did you dance to the sound of your destructive cacophony?
Keeping in step to the beat of your drums.
Did you revel in the slaughter of innocent children?
Who just wanted to play in the sun.
Have you satisfied your lust for blood?
Because there is a little more yet to be spilled.
Have you prepared yourself for the judgement to come?
The sentence will be well deserved.
Have you forgiven yourself for the crimes you committed?
Because nobody else is prepared to.
Have you found yourself a safe place to hide?
No you haven’t, we have found you.
Hello There Loneliness"Hello there loneliness, how are you today?"
Your silence says it all.
"Would you like to stare at the walls with me?"
Of course you would, that's why you're here.
"Lovely weather don't you think?"
Oh, you don't want to go out.
"I think I will close the curtains then, if that’s okay?"
You enjoy the darkness.
"Have I received any calls today?"
There hasn’t been any for a week.
"Wow, aren’t you quiet today?"
The only sound is my voice.
"I had a funny dream last night you know?"
I wished it would never end.
"Oh, how come I can’t remember it?"
Your presence makes me forgetful.
"I think I will have a drink, want to join?"
You much prefer the vodka.
"Should I mix it with something else?"
Those pills should give it a kick.
"Should I turn off the phone? Save the battery?"
Yes, that would be wise.
"Is there anything that I have forgotten?"
I really should lock the door.
"Well that’s all done, let’s get on shall we?"
You always liked to watch.
EnigmaTempered steel striking unholy skin,
Immeasurable strength charging against unshakeable faith,
Swimming in visions of your own creation,
Burning through the magma flowing violently
through the cracks in your soul.
Fractured sanctuary, sacred in defile,
A beacon of moonlight shines through oppressing void.
Snuffed out flames send signals of mercy to unwatching eyes
as waves break upon crumbling mountains.
Cracks in the road lead to new adventures,
The empty flask needs filling,
Punctured flesh heal over in smooth reprieve,
Open eyes see nothing but design.
The nonsense is forever understandable
to those with the will to accept it.
To someone I have just metShe wears a fake smile
To distract you from the history in her eyes.
A laugh made with concious effort
Is how she enters a conversation.
Yet we do not judge her,
Because we have accepted her friendship without question.
She wears her battle scars without shame,
Out in the open without a care in the world
And we cannot understand how such a care free spirit
Can exist in in such a tortured body.
But we love her,
Even though we have just met her,
And will do anything we can,
To make sure there are no more notches on those arms.
Waking thoughtsWaking moments are set upon
By thoughts born from the heart.
Simple pleasures are denied their measure,
As the construct of fate moves
In ways no one can understand
Towards a destination so complex
It boggles the mind
And shatters the soul.
Do our lives really have a goal?
The New ArrivalI was 9, it was morning, mum was scared
but dad was calm, the incubator beeped
as the doctor spoke words which meant nothing to me.
Mum listened with a tearful nod,
Dad didn’t say anything.
I just stared at the lump in the plastic cube
asking the nice lady 'do babies die here?' She smiled
and said 'sometimes'. The lump moved
just enough to draw my mum’s attention,
then the lady started pressing buttons
and looked at numbers on the screen.
Dad walked away but my mum couldn’t
she was still in her wheel chair,
I pushed her out into the corridor,
away from the babies and the beeping
and then she told me what the doctor said.
On A WingI’ve been trapped in here for weeks
in a cell made of wax, I keep growing but it doesn’t grow with me
I keep poking at the walls, nibbling at the ceiling
soon I’m going to crawl out through the holes.
I’m free but this fresh air is alien to me, my legs patter along a ground they are unfamiliar with
I do not know what this new blue ceiling is
what are those white wisps that hang in the vast expanse above?
Never mind, I’m already eating this new world, there is no time for questions.
My body has peeled, I cast it away and now I’m turning to stone
every move is becoming a chore, I can’t feel the wind anymore
I need to find a dark place away from the world
I need to curl up, while my skin forms a prison around me.
A hole has opened up but the ground below looks dangerous
I don’t want to move but I need to see the world again, so I’ll jump
I ‘m flapping but I’m falling with style, the ground comes and goes and each time I mov
My Sister Who likes to dance.The shuffle of your trainers
on the ‘dance floor’ of cheap carpet
as you twirl and step and bounce and pivot
is the trademark melody of this house.
With those hazel eyes staring
at the maximised Youtube video
you jig like a puppet missing its strings
but you’re no Pinocchio.
The shifting lights from the screen
turn you into a spirit glowing in the dark
switching between a multitude of soft colours
red, blue, white, pink, silver
but like Casper you do not scare me
I am more afraid of your dirty dancing
you’re a Baby without her Castle
but you’re too young to know what I mean.
Hell is Waiting
Once I had the strangest dream, truly it had an inconceivable scheme. Let me tell you of the haunting scene.
I was standing in a field, there was a gale that refused to yield. The ground below me fell and as I began to drop I did yell. Through the core I dove, through the fiery pits I drove.
Suddenly I was trapped in an eerie fog, as if I had landed in a bog. The smell of sulfur hung in the air, clinging onto my memories which I could not repair. The smell of death and decay fell fully on me without delay. So finally I opened my eyes and oh did they burn, and what I saw made my insides churn. Here I saw twisted mangled figures with so many distorted horrific features.
A sinister laugh echoed in the deathly silence, a testament to its evil nature lay before me as evidence. Mankind strewn about in so many charred remains, this was some sort of hellish domain. So here in this nightmare, my imagination began to dare. I pondered at the details of the picture before me, and my soul ripped ou
Dangerous WatersYou only see broken, empty shells,
They cut your aching feet,
And give you a sense of solitude.
You walk into the waves,
They soothe your pain,
They relieve you of sins.
You want to run away,
But every time you try,
The call becomes louder.
And you are so tired,
So tired of running,
From the call of soothing waters.
So you swim,
Engulfed by the comfort,
But these are dangerous waters.
You're swimming too far out,
The tide will catch you,
Drag you under.
You will never resurface.
Bend to EndThere's a small crack
On the surface of my heart
And each word you utter
Forces it apart.
You're supposed to mend it
And pull it back together
But all you've ever done is
Make sure it stays forever.
And as I lay here
Listening to you shout
My heart starts to bleed
As streams of tears break out.
As my heart bleeds out
My life takes another bend
And with one last breath
I beg for it all to end.
why am I running?
My bare feet are cut from.....
I am in pain,
but it's not from the cuts.
It radiates from my core.
Extending to my shoulders,
mimicking the weight of the world.
Making it harder everyday to run...
I run from the voices who tease me,
despite the fact I'm nicer than I should.
They mock my glass heart,
even though it has been broken for a long time.
I run hollow...
the icy wind burning through the empty hollow.
because I secretly can't stand them.
I want to run from everyone's colors.
Too many of them....
I ignored it for a long time.
Now it's too much for me.
despite my bloody, torn body.
I run from them all.
Without even taking a step.
Daddy...?Ambulance for you
Racing by the house
Mom just called
It races for you
Dad, don't leave me
Dad, please come back
The doctors told
your brains bleed
inside your head
your veins burst.
Dad, don't leave me
Dad, please come back
A Girl Named DeathI suppose my version of Death is very like myself. Or perhaps how I wish I looked. She is always confident, smart and a trickster. The black skirts she wears move around her like shadows, flicking in and out of reality. Forever moving. She is tall and stands strong. Her arms are delicate but strong muscle can be seen along her pale skin. Her black nails are perfectly smooth and when she smiles......
The world around her exploders into a bursting sun, a raging dance of skulls and flowers, flowing down a river of tears. Her face is small yet expressive. She hides nothing of the happiness that she feels. Death is not a sad event. She is not the one who closes the door but instead opens many. Whole universes can be seen in her dark blue eyes, people screaming and smiling.......
A halo of dark hair frames her pale face. Long and flowing or short and spiky, the cry of birds can be heard over the chimes of her voice. Her walk is a stalker in the night and a child running through fields of sun
The Death of DreamsKneeling before the alter of pain
She bows her head yet once again
Reaching out hands that tremble so
There is no choice but to let it go
No tears fall from her dark blue eyes
No sound is heard for she swallows her cries
Clenching her fists until her palms do bleed
The cold alter from these red raindrops feed
Unloved is all she has ever known
This alter of pain is her only home
Palms now held up to the uncaring sky
She releases her dreams and lets them fly
Empty and cold she turns and walks away
Her dreams have always been doomed anyway
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know the unknowable.
GhostI fell in love with a ghost,
She visited me in my dreams,
She stroked my face, smiled a tender smile,
And gazed into my heart with her eyes,
I cannot recall her name,
Because she never told it to me,
She just made me feel happy,
And that seemed enough for her.
I would often wake, with the warmth of her touch
still fresh upon my face,
The memory of her beautiful eyes
still makes my heart skip,
And beat to a rhythm I had not felt in so many years,
I would look forward to sleeping
and to be able to feel her touch again.
The dream was always the same,
I would enter a room, of such
opulent furnishing and beautiful decor,
I was always amazed;
The sun would be shining through,
Casting golden rays of hope upon her,
A woman of such beauty that only dreams are made of,
She would always look up and smile at me,
A happy smile,
A loving smile,
She would stand from her seat,
And in a second, be at my side,
Holding my hand, stroking my face,
She would say such wonderful things to me,
Things that carr
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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