Many facets of Love and Loss
Words of the forgotten voice.
The soft spoken voice that can no longer be heard by the ears of her beloved.
Her once loud spoken voice turned into nothing but a whisper of a faded memory.
The muffle tears of this forgotten girl plays a gentle soothing lullaby in Death's ears.
As he attentively listens to her angelic cries, she begins her bloody story.
Story of pain, heartache, and suffering is slowly etched across her thinning body.
Her hieroglyphics only visible to the cold longing eyes of Death.
She waits for his daunting kiss to penetrate her broken vessel and reach her impure soul.
"Please." The last word her meek voice will ever say.
My voice. My thoughts. Belong to Death.
If only.
If only I could go back and save your life.
If only I could go back and tell you I loved you.
If only I could go back and take the phone out of your hands so you would see the road.
If only I could change the color of the stoplights.
If only I could have made the light green and not red.
If only I could go back and stop the truck from hitting you.
If only I could go back and stop time.
If only there was a way to bring you back.
If only.
In the darkest of the night is where you'll find her waiting for him.
The mere thought of his electrifying touch sends shivers down her spine.
Her flame of loneliness will drown in his sea of exotic eccentricity.
She craves for his presence so she can reach the peak of her insanity.
She gave her soul to earn the entrance into their heaven.
She poured herself into his empty shell of darkness so their broken minds can be reunited.
Her favorite addiction that she will never go to rehab for.
Her prized possession that she will never part with.
Her only obsession that fills up her time and space in this dismal dimension.
When the last light shine through, the darkness will be there to engulf her in his passion.
When their harsh reality comes crashing down, I'll escape to our fantasy world where you'll be waiting for my arrival.
Our secret realm where we are free from their restrictions.
Free from their rejections.
Free from the fate the gods have destined for us.
We will make the path that we deem fit and walk hand in hand as we proudly taunt the gods that laughed at our existence.
We will explore the world that we have created.
Seek out the mysteries that are hidden in each cave.
Dive into the underwater trenches and bask in the glory of atlantis.
Fly up and touch heaven just to feel the warmth of nirvana.
I'll always be yours until the last star shines in the our collapsing galaxy.
To die by the hands of your lover.
It's a bittersweet concept that few rarely experience.
To not breathe the same air he breathes in this brief time in space.
To not feel his presence as our bonded red string falls to the pits of hell.
His dark eyes being the last glimmer of hope i see in this world.
The intimate moments where we explore each others crevices and discover a hidden world inside our bodies.
By the time this ends, my memory will fade into a dream as I die for you and you live for me.
I'll hold onto our secret until we meet in the place where our dreams can finally come true.
&& in that moment everything turned white.
As if life were as clear as snow.
The tidal waves of insecurity, sadness and denial suddenly calmed down.
The misty haze of infidelity, betrayal and ignorance were lifted from my eyes && a new world appeared.
Moment of extreme clarity where mind meets nirvana.
I looked in the eye of God and turned my back on him, blew a kiss at the devil && walked away.
I was handed the key of absolute knowledge && was freed from the shackles of my oppressors.
That brief blizzard of purity.
My beautiful reality.
a seed planted grew
but the petals fell that bloomed
swept away by change
You lose it slowly, piece by piece. Whatever bit of purity you thought you had left and that last bit of hope for an effortless race. It doesn’t depart from you in some grand gesture. No, no. It is slowly whittled away by the hands of fine craftsmen. Men who saw the potential you held. Some blows are harder to take than others; time is not always patient with what must go. And you are eager to become something new, while remaining roughly defined. But each chip removed is one you will never get back. You may find yourself longing for a small piece of yourself to return, but you will realize that each tear shed is the first and last of that sliver of self you will see.
Each vision of what you would best become is different, so you must not let too many hands work at once. If you are lucky, your own hands will be freed and image left for you to define. But this may take some foolery, as you must first gain their trust. You will find it difficult to willingly let go of some parts, but it helps to envision their reform into something you want more. Sometimes you are wrong, with no one to blame but yourself. And even if freedom is yours, you may find it is easier to let others carve away, but doing this will make you a foreigner to yourself. The harder you are to form into their desires, the less interest they will have to do so. Only then might you truly be forced to decide for yourself. Only then might they be surprised with what they didn’t know they could find beautiful.
The unstable mind of the infinite girl slowly starts to crumble as he ascends from hell into her forsaken kingdom.
The mirror tells him that his impish looks gives him an undeniable handsome.
She knows that the insanity hidden behind her blood stained eyes is what drives his incurable lust for her.
His insatiable need to be one of two is how he causes hurt.
What is she getting herself into by playing in his hidden eden of ecstasy?
He latches on to the first thing he sees in the vicinity.
The scars of their intimate charade reappears in the moonlight as he devours what's left of her mistaken innocence.
In the attempt to mold her into something like him she seems to have lost her very essence.
She screams into the night hoping that his deaf ears will finally hear the cries of his once infinite girl.
The faint sound of the night breezes past his ears as ponders his next assault on this world.
She'll drift through the seamless passages of time and space to regain what's little left of her impure soul.
His next mission will not fail, he will meet his goal.
She clings onto the memories of their past lives as he holds her meaningless death in the palm of his demon claws.
To create something perfect like him, and rid the world of things like her and all her flaws.
She waited for the sweet nectar that death will bring only to realize that her heaven lays with God's fallen angel.
To be the world's savior, to be the world's angel.
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Lying in bed feeling
That the world is unjust
And laughs at my tears,
I decide to peruse Facebook
To distract me from my miserable
Misfortune, only to find that
A friend's Dad has just
Died, of cancer.
On Facebook, at least, he
Appears to be being brave
And positive and positively
Outstanding in the wake of
Such a dreadful tragedy.
My heart goes out to him
And his family at this
Difficult and devastating time.
Shame creeps along me
From the toes up, that I
Could feel so down about
Something so comparatively
Trivial. It is followed by
Confusion that despite the
Comparison, I still feel down
And I can't appear to help it.
Somebody has always got it worse.
There is always a reason to
Scold yourself and feel ashamed
Of having made a fuss.
However...
Pain, whether large
Or small, is pain all the same.
So if you are in pain,
Don't be ashamed. Somebody
Out there has it worse, and
You have it worse than
Somebody out there.
