Abyss
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I descend the abyss
to find strange stars
guiding me
to the home
of an enchantress
dressed in sealskin
and coral crowned
Futher,further I go down
until I see no more
All we are is
just shadows
Without bodies,
immaterialized.
What will matter then
sifting through dark
No flesh left to torture
no substance left to taint
This life haunts me
How beautiful you are
So deep in your despair
Lying, sleeping on the couch
The curls in your dark hair
How soft your face appears
When you're lost within your dreams
Her mouth resembles that of cotton, and not the overly-sweet candy kind.
Hearing “don’t frown, you’ll get wrinkles” only makes her eyebrows furrow even deeper; her frustration as visible as ever.
To walk with no shoes on thick cold ice,
It's the feeling of been stabbed over ten thousand times.
What were to happen if you were to slip through,
to see into into the abyss.
Deep beneath the broken abyss of my soul where the voices drag the dying embers of my long forgotten heart,
the heart that is filled with masked emotions.
from all the lies,
heart of a hot glue gun
scalding, sticky
in the shape of a weapon
used by tortured artists
We are all standing single file waiting for our turn to plunge into the deep, dark abyss.
At night I wonder, how often do two lives end in perfect unison on opposite sides of the world?
Dear 15-year-old Bellla,
College is rad. College is bomb.
I am having the time of my life at Arizona State.
Why did I have to wait?
My classes are going very well.
My friends are swell.
Smaller and smaller they became
The words on the pages lost to an abyss
Each day weaker and weaker
And the words vanish
But the colors stay
The colors and the sound
The sound and the colors
Shadows line the walls
When sun light fades
And darkness falls.
And into the abyss
The tormenting pit
We find ourselves bound.
The ropes of doubt
The shackles of fear
It didn't take too much
To bring me down to my knees.
To leave me laying on the floor
Covered in bruises and blood.
To leave me laying alone in the dark.
So here I stay on the floor,
I was afraid to ask
If she called me quiet
I was teetering on the edge
Of an abyss of silence
Never admitting
To my apparent muteness
For fear it would settle
As a permanent outer skin
The Abyss
so dark and cold
sucks my heart in
and almost has my soul.
The Abyss
traps me inside
and people pass by
without a word of hope.
Some push me in deeper
into the Abyss
another day living among the void and the darkness.. sitting in my usual corner and wondering why i become so heartless.
How does it feel to have a fire that doesn't burn?
As I detach and turn the page
I have been tainted with empty rage
I'm aware of the heat as the ember blazes
Where to begin,
On this mystery within,
Pondering brought great knowledge,
Believing brought great hope,
But both held no meaning beyond the parametrical scope.
A person, full of pain and sorrow, a heart that is parted in the middle, held together with one thread of hope and faith…
My mother of Resolution
A mother of hope
A listener of wisdom
My detective of crime
Understanding of all imperfections
Loving, caring, compassionate
Pain
I feel it taking over me inside
The cries, the struggles
The pain that needs to be set free
Why did you hurt me?
Why must I feel the way I do because of you
So many questions gone unanswered
Floating through an abyss of tears and fears.
Do they notice me? Can they help wipe the errors?
Dancing, twirling; I scream to be free.
One day they will see, it was me they always needed.
Back into the abyss I flow,
Back into the abyss I know,
Back into the abyss I go,
Where I won't be missed,
I am the mist.
Three broken hearts all in one day,
But my love for you still stays.
We are silenced in the depths of darkness.
I pray that someday the barrier will be broken
For us to be away from the farthest of fears,
This thing of love,
of loving and being loved.
It consumes me in the gentlest of ways,
softly washing over me until I've been covered up;
a blissful drowning.
I've become willing to risk hitting a shelf
Walls are fallen
Words come alive
Memories are seen
History is broken
Future is forgotten
Emotions are meaningless
Butterflies
In the Night
Drift Away
Without a Fight
Lose Myself
Lost in You
Wondering why
But Such a Pretty View
No more sadness
No more pain?
Watch That Blood
Air nothing but my fare, flows gently like others with a glare.
The wind Pushes, Rushes, I fumble,
I rise, & fall but yet tend to move past it all. Spring gives it a ring.
I creep forward, advancing toward the dark hand that beacons me
It motions for my advancement, yet my instinct restrains the movement of my feet
Tugging and yanking at my weak knees, the hand forces me onward
We go so far to find we are alone.As I wander the faculties of my mindI come to the conclusionThat time is the pinO' self-destruction When I lie at nightMy subconscious mind takes flightI journey to planes on astral connections
Where in these dark caverns I lie alone,
Hidden without the wakefulness pure bright
In the shadows, I silently atone,
Awaiting the purge of the searing light;
But doubtly I conceal thyself of night
Somewhere inside me
There is a force
Trying to pull me into
The Abyss of Darkness
It is lurking
Just on the edge
Of my consciousness
No matter how much I try
It won’t go away
Silence
They say not wavers in sorrow
Intriging honor once stored by doubt
The height at which we soar
Is not enough to bear witness
For the murder of us
I search endlessly into the dark abyss that is my heart.
Yearning for that one light, but as I run, grasping for it, the light begins to fade.
As I scream, crying out for it to stay... It vanishes.
All I see is blackness.
