Falling...
Gold of sunshine in her hair.
Hidden, her facade, most wondrous fair.
And her lips that shame the red red rose kiss the ground.
Her eyes go blind, engulfed in despair...
*Thud.*
This vengeance in slumber is proper,
when shunned, witches do what they wish.
So why do you tell me "awaken",
when Dreamland doth offer such bliss?
For once upon a dream is just that a dream
A placebo to fight the tempest cast upon my soul.
love, freedom, everything else in between, is but a stream
in this river of life, that i'd rather live as a peasant girl.
She saith that a hero must hearken,
so why not we linger for him?
Let's wait for our knight t
We all have a fire in our hearts
waiting to ignite
by the right person.
We all have a cage in our minds
waiting to be given the key to be set free
by the right person.
We all have the wings on our backs
waiting to learn how to fly,
how to feel the wind breathe liberation through their feathers
by the right person.
And we all have the cords that latches us
to that very same sky
to that liberation,
freedom,
liberty,
waiting to be cut,
By the right person.
I am a peasant in knights armor
An angel disguising the demon underneath
Opportunistic procrastinator
Who wants to make something of this life
Just be the one bullet to the cartridge
To be fired up into the sky
The government official masking his corruption
Truth being killed by the liar's speech
I don't know what I am doing
Who am I waiting for
Do I just think something will happen
As if god's hand will reach down
And show me the path to glory
The face I have
And the one that eludes me
I just want to find it
So that this eternal wait is over
Why can't I find my way
Where is my Shepard
To guide my fleeting mind
No person to call my own
Am I
Looking down upon the land and lake
His mind was called to the almost forgotten past
When times were much more simple for all
And when magic was believed without question.
He thinks of when he had the respect of many
And the land rang praise for the October Wizard
It was because of his herbal medicines
And their healing powers that he was known
He’s established himself in the chill of autumn,
Curing a plague that had ravaged this small town.
Though he had a name, just as any other man,
Everyone knew him only as the lonely October Wizard.
He thought of winters past—both cold and white—
When the lake beside his ho
Oh god...these flat noodles,
you'd think they're a sin.
They whisper sweet sonnets,
as I suck them in.
This microwaved dinner,
can beat all the rest.
The heartburn is rising,
right out of my chest.
I can't stop to chit-chat,
t'would ruin my mood.
I'm focused intently,
on lovin' my food.
You might think me different,
or maybe quite sick.
Don't tell me until I've,
put down my chopsticks.
I'd rather slurp soba,
with buckets of soy.
Than worry about,
whose ears I annoy.
So go watch a movie,
while I live my dream.
With my hot teriyaki...
and a bowl full of steam.
She is so grown up,
Look at the sway of her breasts and hips,
The dark hair between her legs
The crease slowly defining itself between her eyebrows.
Small hands willing to work
And a body capable of labor.
But the corners of her eyes are still uncreased
And the mind not yet bent fully into shape,
Thin lips still virginal.
A deep hunger heating her skin
Melting the plastic partitions in her head
So that those capable hands turn to a child's grasp,
Developed body deteriorating into accommodating softness
And the crease of her eyebrows turning to a faint line.
But push aside those hands, and grope with selfish intent
In order to try and hook
Your dripping resin,
is always just beyond the tip of my tongue.
The sap issuing from your lips...
...dances eternally before my eyes,
in sloughing slivers of sadism.
Your haunting poison,
is always just under the surface of my skin.
The hail thundering from your smile...
...hammers my soul into an oblivion,
of shattering screams and wild laughter.
Your slithering cocktail,
always has me just drunk enough.
The liquor of your lies...
...scrambles my thoughts into a darkness,
of stumbling slurs and dusty hiccups.
Your entire essence,
always has me kneeling just before the altar.
The pages of your litany...
...enslave every bon
You have touched my heart
You have kissed my soul
You just gently smiled
All my love you stole
I have nothing left
You got me whole
There's no rest
I am so small
With no zest
I fall
~Petra
“Describe what it’s like to be lonely.”
To be honest, I can’t. I don’t even think the word ‘lonely’ is the correct word that can describe this. The storm clouds of my darkest hours are still raining upon me, every day I wake up just to go back to bed five minutes later.
I drag myself around the town like a legless zombie with no glint left in my eyes, I don’t give my all into anything anymore. I’ve lost the love for the things I used to do, my passions. They mean nothing.
Staring into the misty glass of a restaurant, I notice a couple sharing a drink, a hot chocolate with fluffy cream o