LONE WOLF
He was a forgiver ,
His heart was a golden star,
He didn't know how to give up on people because he was always patient with those he loved,
It was until he was walked on so many times, he had no choice but to let go of those who razored his heart,
And he slowly became a lone wolf silent he became, to the dogs he let them bark,
It was night but the light shined, the full moon emited it rays,
It was rays of the golden star!
- Blaircarson
He was a forgiver ,
His heart was a golden star,
He didn't know how to give up on people because he was always patient with those he loved,
It was until he was walked on so many times, he had no choice but to let go of those who razored his heart,
And he slowly became a lone wolf silent he became, to the dogs he let them bark,
It was night but the light shined, the full moon emited it rays,
It was rays of the golden star!
- Blaircarson
PIECES OF A WRITER
I wish you would whisper in my ears where you threw the keys you unlocked your demons with, even though you don't have to.
I wish you would see how my clouds push the sun out of its place so your moon would brighten in our darkness.
I wish you would see the gems my heart bleeds for you and tell me the horrors that lurk in your smile.
I wish you would confide in me and tell me the obstacles in your labyrinthian life so I would leave clues in mine.
Perhaps we might be walking the same path after all!
I wish you would whisper in my ears where you threw the keys you unlocked your demons with, even though you don't have to.
I wish you would see how my clouds push the sun out of its place so your moon would brighten in our darkness.
I wish you would see the gems my heart bleeds for you and tell me the horrors that lurk in your smile.
I wish you would confide in me and tell me the obstacles in your labyrinthian life so I would leave clues in mine.
Perhaps we might be walking the same path after all!
LOVE SO DEEP!
Love is like a battlefield, and I’m a warrior.
I want to come back alive,
So if this love would be the death of me,
I’d rather leave the battle.
So many sacrifices I’ve made for the wrong cause
And if it’s my fate that I be alone,
Then alone and happy I chose,
Because this tale of sadness and depression is one I would tell no more.
It’s never going to be the same anymore,
This was the last card, the last game at hand,
God knows I was giving my all in this,
Don’t ask me why I changed,
I trusted you enough to go all in,
But you’d take advantage of this,
My weakness, my love, and you constantly hurt my emotions,
Don’t ask why I changed, cause it’s time to put myself first,
People would come and go, and love itself is nothing but selfish without sacrifices.
Don’t ask me why I changed,
Knowing how much it hurt and without reason cause the only reason was love,
How then do you say ‘Love’ without making sacrifices,
Without trust how can you love, and what is love without sharing?
I’ve learnt the hardest of way, that love itself is an illusion and you can only trust yourself to love another,
But then trust yourself to love yourself even more cause in the end, nobody is truly worthy of love. - Asahi
Love is like a battlefield, and I’m a warrior.
I want to come back alive,
So if this love would be the death of me,
I’d rather leave the battle.
So many sacrifices I’ve made for the wrong cause
And if it’s my fate that I be alone,
Then alone and happy I chose,
Because this tale of sadness and depression is one I would tell no more.
It’s never going to be the same anymore,
This was the last card, the last game at hand,
God knows I was giving my all in this,
Don’t ask me why I changed,
I trusted you enough to go all in,
But you’d take advantage of this,
My weakness, my love, and you constantly hurt my emotions,
Don’t ask why I changed, cause it’s time to put myself first,
People would come and go, and love itself is nothing but selfish without sacrifices.
Don’t ask me why I changed,
Knowing how much it hurt and without reason cause the only reason was love,
How then do you say ‘Love’ without making sacrifices,
Without trust how can you love, and what is love without sharing?
I’ve learnt the hardest of way, that love itself is an illusion and you can only trust yourself to love another,
But then trust yourself to love yourself even more cause in the end, nobody is truly worthy of love. - Asahi
INSPIRED
You made me realize, in the vast lines and the pristine world that, words do remain just an assortment of letters and a decoration for the paper if ever more.
You made me realize that humans need a hand to not drown and not a raft of poems; a human needs an embrace and not a cloak made of prose.
A book filled with my grief and despair will remain a mirror of my weakness, and my poetry of love will be a legacy to those who indulge in reminscence.
Never a letter with wings to whisper to the my one true love; never a twig to rekindle the spark in his dying heart.
- Retrograde
You made me realize, in the vast lines and the pristine world that, words do remain just an assortment of letters and a decoration for the paper if ever more.
You made me realize that humans need a hand to not drown and not a raft of poems; a human needs an embrace and not a cloak made of prose.
A book filled with my grief and despair will remain a mirror of my weakness, and my poetry of love will be a legacy to those who indulge in reminscence.
Never a letter with wings to whisper to the my one true love; never a twig to rekindle the spark in his dying heart.
- Retrograde
LOST IN THE SHADOWS
Everytime you tried leaving me
but couldn't; I kept coming back to you.
You thought it's because I loved you.
Which I did; but the more you left,
The less I loved you; creating holes in us forever.
- Darkpit
Everytime you tried leaving me
but couldn't; I kept coming back to you.
You thought it's because I loved you.
Which I did; but the more you left,
The less I loved you; creating holes in us forever.
- Darkpit
MEMORY OF THOUGHTS
Let me be a string to your guitar,
Fling me up and down and bury me into a beautiful rhythm.
Let me be your never ending song,
Listening to the humming sounds of our beating hearts singing along.
Lets get lost in this fine tune and dance to this flawless harmony, for this song is for our ears alone.
The rainbow of your smile in my blank sky is the haven I'll seek till the storms pass by.
#Tales_From_Extreme_Universe
Let me be a string to your guitar,
Fling me up and down and bury me into a beautiful rhythm.
Let me be your never ending song,
Listening to the humming sounds of our beating hearts singing along.
Lets get lost in this fine tune and dance to this flawless harmony, for this song is for our ears alone.
The rainbow of your smile in my blank sky is the haven I'll seek till the storms pass by.
#Tales_From_Extreme_Universe
ILLUSIONS
One day, I am in some celestial castle or maybe in the garden of Eden or maybe the seventh heaven.
Another day, I am with you in your arms, engulfed by your love; but neither one is true.
They're just my daydreams of cold nights; I always keep falling into the void, I've started to adore new moon nights.
I get ecstatic and ecstacy leads me to insanity, I melt away slowly and ever so softly; away from the chaos far from the crowd, into the blank space and back to the void - That's my reality.
One day, I am in some celestial castle or maybe in the garden of Eden or maybe the seventh heaven.
Another day, I am with you in your arms, engulfed by your love; but neither one is true.
They're just my daydreams of cold nights; I always keep falling into the void, I've started to adore new moon nights.
I get ecstatic and ecstacy leads me to insanity, I melt away slowly and ever so softly; away from the chaos far from the crowd, into the blank space and back to the void - That's my reality.
TWINKLING OBSESSION
I am jealous of the cinder that caters to your soul, yielding at your halo and bewitched by your flame.
I am jealous of peach gloves so near to your heart, melting at your touch and soaked in you scent.
I am jealous of the stare you sent to the stars, like you'd rather watch them twinkle for the rest of your days.
I am jealous of the books that live with your hand's marks, it's more than I could get without falling on my knees.
#UnspokenCites
I am jealous of the cinder that caters to your soul, yielding at your halo and bewitched by your flame.
I am jealous of peach gloves so near to your heart, melting at your touch and soaked in you scent.
I am jealous of the stare you sent to the stars, like you'd rather watch them twinkle for the rest of your days.
I am jealous of the books that live with your hand's marks, it's more than I could get without falling on my knees.
#UnspokenCites
MYSTERY
I remember all the times you were true to yourself, when we would sit back and talk about the cruel way, that all the people we used to know were falling prey, to the dark side of this apparently cool world.
And then we would swear how we would never ever be like them, like all those people who are lost in that imaginary bubble, and I never even once doubted that you would eventually go and be one of them.
But now I cannot do anything, since its only you who can save yourself!
- Tay
I remember all the times you were true to yourself, when we would sit back and talk about the cruel way, that all the people we used to know were falling prey, to the dark side of this apparently cool world.
And then we would swear how we would never ever be like them, like all those people who are lost in that imaginary bubble, and I never even once doubted that you would eventually go and be one of them.
But now I cannot do anything, since its only you who can save yourself!
- Tay
UNCONVENTIONAL LAW
The human mind is a dangerous place,
It is dark, messy, complex, confusing and most of all - Shameful!
We walk head held high amongst each other with our abominable thoughts and our sin-filled dreams, all because we have mastered the art of hiding our grotesque nature.
It's a well acknowledged and willingly accepted blind spot among society, we took shelter behind our faces and fake smiles, it is better to shove deep into our subconscious that the mind of our companion is as corrupted if not more than our own.
That what we have been presented with, as we did ourselves, is somewhat like a pretty book cover, the subtle message being... "I know it is there but so long as it is unheard and unseen; it is not."
How might we survive if our thoughts ran ramped? If they weren't concealed by silence and social decorum? It must have occured to most if not all that we are; in fact, truly horrific beings much uglier than our appearance.
#LoudThoughts
The human mind is a dangerous place,
It is dark, messy, complex, confusing and most of all - Shameful!
We walk head held high amongst each other with our abominable thoughts and our sin-filled dreams, all because we have mastered the art of hiding our grotesque nature.
It's a well acknowledged and willingly accepted blind spot among society, we took shelter behind our faces and fake smiles, it is better to shove deep into our subconscious that the mind of our companion is as corrupted if not more than our own.
That what we have been presented with, as we did ourselves, is somewhat like a pretty book cover, the subtle message being... "I know it is there but so long as it is unheard and unseen; it is not."
How might we survive if our thoughts ran ramped? If they weren't concealed by silence and social decorum? It must have occured to most if not all that we are; in fact, truly horrific beings much uglier than our appearance.
#LoudThoughts
MEMORIES...
It sends a shudder down your spine to remember that you once shared lips with that sickening voice, you once intertwined hands with his fairy tales, and you replied with smiles to his words.
How you wish memories were tangible, so you can choke the living spirit of his shadows, and bash their vivid skulls into smithereens under your feet to erase them forever.
It sends a shudder down your spine to remember that you once shared lips with that sickening voice, you once intertwined hands with his fairy tales, and you replied with smiles to his words.
How you wish memories were tangible, so you can choke the living spirit of his shadows, and bash their vivid skulls into smithereens under your feet to erase them forever.
LIFETIME OF LOVE LETTERS
We've always been folded letters, written by their affection and forgetful of their words; maybe that's why they inscribed it all on our skin, with intentions of sharing pleasure, but now their scars hurt.
They sealed their love the way it's bound to paper cut, their fingers trying to pry us to find these words and where we hurt; maybe that's why we scare those who come trying to love us, to reinstate those words and write over them.
We still are folded letters, aren't we? We wish to push ourselves out from these envelopes growing on us; we are letters wishing to be read and to be seen, this hurts! Embraced and treasured in pages of those journals of the heart whose pain coincides with ours.
We are letters, folded in our constraints, ardently wishing to be salvaged from hands daring enough to brace paper cuts.
We've always been folded letters, written by their affection and forgetful of their words; maybe that's why they inscribed it all on our skin, with intentions of sharing pleasure, but now their scars hurt.
They sealed their love the way it's bound to paper cut, their fingers trying to pry us to find these words and where we hurt; maybe that's why we scare those who come trying to love us, to reinstate those words and write over them.
We still are folded letters, aren't we? We wish to push ourselves out from these envelopes growing on us; we are letters wishing to be read and to be seen, this hurts! Embraced and treasured in pages of those journals of the heart whose pain coincides with ours.
We are letters, folded in our constraints, ardently wishing to be salvaged from hands daring enough to brace paper cuts.
BETRAYAL BOND
It took a moment to realize that I fell in love with you, and another moment to live a life full of mementos with you.
Then another moment to reminisce every moments with you, only to realize that you weren't mine after all.
It took moments to fill the days with silence as you tormented it, you were the honey to my paracetamol; like the kind of person to draw stars around my scars and kiss it before you were gone! #UnspokenCites
It took a moment to realize that I fell in love with you, and another moment to live a life full of mementos with you.
Then another moment to reminisce every moments with you, only to realize that you weren't mine after all.
It took moments to fill the days with silence as you tormented it, you were the honey to my paracetamol; like the kind of person to draw stars around my scars and kiss it before you were gone! #UnspokenCites
I'M NOT BEAUTIFUL
Don't tell me I'm beautiful just because you got a glimpse of my scars, you don't know the soreness slumbering beneath, emitting heartache into my veins.
I'm not beautiful, because of the proof that I had to survive an inferno of storms, on my own; but I'm still lovable, because I made it through, albeit a wolf out of the pack.
I'm lovable and I'm alive, so don't tell me I'm beautiful, that's not what I want to be, but tell me I'm alive upon witnessing my marks, and tell me you love me for it.
Don't tell me I'm beautiful just because you got a glimpse of my scars, you don't know the soreness slumbering beneath, emitting heartache into my veins.
I'm not beautiful, because of the proof that I had to survive an inferno of storms, on my own; but I'm still lovable, because I made it through, albeit a wolf out of the pack.
I'm lovable and I'm alive, so don't tell me I'm beautiful, that's not what I want to be, but tell me I'm alive upon witnessing my marks, and tell me you love me for it.
MYTHS AND DREAMS
I am dream,
Coming in your sleep,
Taking you away 'til morning,
And when you awake,
You shall not believe me in the slightest bit.
I am myth,
Labyrinthine of symbols
And mysteries; and let it be
That the stories are told,
But I shall owe you no explanation.
My smile is but a bewitching spell I will cast, to make you forget all about my darkness.
#Random
I am dream,
Coming in your sleep,
Taking you away 'til morning,
And when you awake,
You shall not believe me in the slightest bit.
I am myth,
Labyrinthine of symbols
And mysteries; and let it be
That the stories are told,
But I shall owe you no explanation.
My smile is but a bewitching spell I will cast, to make you forget all about my darkness.
#Random
SIGHS!
It's the pain of yours I bookmarked my favorites; even if I had to see nightmares only to remember you at nights, I will plunge right into it.
But I am not sure if you would be the one lending a hand if I ever had to wake up again...
- Darkpit
It's the pain of yours I bookmarked my favorites; even if I had to see nightmares only to remember you at nights, I will plunge right into it.
But I am not sure if you would be the one lending a hand if I ever had to wake up again...
- Darkpit
SILKY CLOUDS!
Cast roses at her feet,
For she’s a Queen;
The birds saw her and wished that they could sing,
Beauty beyond borders,
For no one could reproach her.
Her smile carried a glow
That gave strength to the trees and flowers;
Her words bore a tune,
Soothing to a heavy heart.
The warmth of her embrace
Could melt away resentment;
Her demeanor carried grace,
And in her presence,
Joy was ever present.
Lavished by the love of nature,
For she had a loving nature;
A true wonder of creation,
And a blessing on the earth.
But like a shooting star,
She was, only for a moment;
And like the morning-dew
Eventually she faded.
Cast roses at her feet,
For she’s a Queen;
The birds saw her and wished that they could sing,
Beauty beyond borders,
For no one could reproach her.
Her smile carried a glow
That gave strength to the trees and flowers;
Her words bore a tune,
Soothing to a heavy heart.
The warmth of her embrace
Could melt away resentment;
Her demeanor carried grace,
And in her presence,
Joy was ever present.
Lavished by the love of nature,
For she had a loving nature;
A true wonder of creation,
And a blessing on the earth.
But like a shooting star,
She was, only for a moment;
And like the morning-dew
Eventually she faded.
REGRETS!
I have seen my worlds collide,
I have seen them falling apart,
I have seen them shatter,
I have seen them becoming void,
I am waiting for them to be just better.
More or less they are just ruined,
Now your concern,
Your sympathy and your roles
Does not matter!
Nor does my expectations.
Maybe!
Just maybe if you make things right,
Maybe if you make them new
And maybe if your love was true.
And even if everything is back to normal,
I can't promise us being together again,
How can I?
I have seen my fall,
I have seen my death,
But you weren't there,
Neither to hold nor to grieve.
#DarkPit
I have seen my worlds collide,
I have seen them falling apart,
I have seen them shatter,
I have seen them becoming void,
I am waiting for them to be just better.
More or less they are just ruined,
Now your concern,
Your sympathy and your roles
Does not matter!
Nor does my expectations.
Maybe!
Just maybe if you make things right,
Maybe if you make them new
And maybe if your love was true.
And even if everything is back to normal,
I can't promise us being together again,
How can I?
I have seen my fall,
I have seen my death,
But you weren't there,
Neither to hold nor to grieve.
#DarkPit
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The heart is bound by addiction’s grip, it whispers lines of entangled scripts torn by desire for the wild and cruel, spilling lust in the arms of life; Love is lived in shadows deep where flesh meets flesh and then it sleeps!