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Ahna Jun 2021
A mask so well crafted it fools the fool
Just as the ocean form covers the waves.
Hiding the Terrors with a beautiful white glaze ,
As though God spent so much time and effort
To create mask that fools God Himself in his holy domain.
He too wears, a mask of a fool only to keep humanity sane

Never once had I doubted 
And Never once had I stopped to think
That the kindness you displayed in my presence
Lives right under the Foamy ocean waves.
Within my reach to pull of your mask,
I held my own hand , played along with your deathly charade

The pain you had fed me, I swallowed it whole
Forcing it down my throat as I cried -
Choking on your lies and hypocrisy,
Smiling in a pool of my tears,
Yet I still laugh alongside your games

Sitting at the foot of your mercy
And yet you continued all mighty
Marching forward on your death parade
Sweetly singing me a ghostly serenade
To live in your lie, I grant my own embrace

To your nature I blind my own eyes
Your existence rising from my belief
Let me listen to your siren
As you are the foam coating the waves
And I stare into your mask again
A true jester you are, so unsightly

A pity clown dancing in the city
An applauding audience , well performed
And I say bless you fool, to all it is unknown
For you savor the mask worn only by yourself
And let the world dance in your palms
While I give you a sitting ovation
I laugh, my mind slipping on who I am
As by far I am a mere guest in your front row
Wanting to be part of your mascarade
Ahna Aug 2019
Too much sadness for one mind,
too much thoughts to actually realize.
The beauty in our souls,
And the world within our minds.
Soft spoken, blurry scenes, a sad ditty
Yet to the tune we make our steps
One before the other, one behind the other
One together and one with ourselves
Through various chronologies,
The wave of life we defy, uncertain.

Half a step brings us closer
Yet our routine takes us further
Our actions bound by the divine book
And the underdogs we identify .
Slowly, insanely, terrifyingly slow
Our heartbeats rise as one seperately.
We sing at our campfire, far away ,
And again and again and again
Through various chronologies,
The wave of life we defy, uncertain.

With our plucked wings we fly
Soaring across the dirt beneath us
Looking up at the great whites,
In a sea of vast blue and Arcabaleno.
Yet our reflection we see, truth disguised
A humble tree, slowly withering it's leaves
Yet the fruit if passion it blooms
Enough for our mundane hands to reach
And through various chronologies,
The wave of life we defy, uncertain.
Ahna Aug 2019
Dear Friend

"Hello old friend what brings you"?
Kind words slip and I smile
Covering the pain to hide
So sweet and innocent my friend stares
"To haunt you dear one,
And to feed on all your fears".
Innocent orbs alluring me in
Trapped inside it's mind
I scream yet only non but..
Silence followed, "just enjoy the fun"
And I shut my eyes from the sun.
My dear friend embraces me
A warm hug it was, and yet I bleed,
No screams just a voice
Echoing through my mind
"How large was your portion?
Will you be able to handle their critism?
Can you ever rise high
Will you even see the goal?"
What kind words my dear friend
I must say very impactful , strong
"You are strong and passionate dear friend"
Brave and blunt- weakened was me
Hesitating to accept your embrace
Do you want to see me fall from grace?
"Grace? Dear one there was no grace
Just non other than my simple embrace-
Do it! Do it now! Just welcome me,
And I will never leave"
A companion I cry, a friend I cry
And my soul it cries
Leave the embrace, leave the embrace
And welcome my friend?
My dear friend, please leave me
I want to fly, soar across the sky
Leave me, leave me
"Parting with you is painful, But I take my leave dear friend"
Ahna Oct 2018
A song she sings
Her ominous lullaby
A cry she sings
As her last Goodbye.
From her life’s complexity,
From all of life’s gifts
A song she sings.
Her sorrowful melody,
A laugh she cries ,
Her tears a fallacy
Dreading the rain of the sun.
She hides in her walls
Of hope and trust
Hiding sadness and sorrow
Yet she only sings,
She sings her songs
Of once upon a time.
Her fairytale she cries
Her walls becoming
None other than her book
filled with her night’s lullaby
finally closing her eyes
finding comfort in her fairytale
whispering her Goodbye
Ahna Sep 2018
He is my poison, my purple flower
So sweet and intoxicating
Yet so lethal I burn and die
My Wolfsbane that puts me to sleep
My dear and peaceful nightmare
One that I crave day and night
One that makes me fly off in to the sky
One that lets me taste a bit of heaven
And I come back down again to see,
Non other than my poison flower
Blooming under the moonlight
So beautiful, so ethereal yet so dangerous
My breath hitches and my lungs ache
My heart burns and tears escape
As I have a taste of my Wolfsbane.
I scream, cry and I hollor against the sky
Staring into his dark orbs, glistening
No trace of sin, so heavenly I crave
And my craving becomes my sin,
And he is not other than just,
My beautiful purple Wolfsbane, so pure.
His essence dripping from my soul
And as I close my eyes he takes me to heaven
Tasting my poisonous wolfsbane
Ahna Sep 2018
A hum that flies with the wind
Caresses my ears softly, roughly, sweetly
And ventures deep in to my soul
A hum so sweet it breaks my innocence
With all of the seven deadly sins
And with all of the seven virtues
Bringing together both my peace and chaos
A hum so ghostly it fires my adrenaline
So warm yet so intoxicating, beautiful
A soft hum, nothing more nothing Less
Yet a hum that makes up my world
A world of beauty and horror,
A sad yet honourd, a life worth living
And it is non other than the hum I hear
In my reality, my dream, my heaven and hell
A hum that passes through time unmistaken
Never fading, never existing, never heard
Yet it is a hum we all know,
A hum, the sweet harbinger of our death
Ahna Sep 2018
Eyes of an angel I see
As clear as glass beads
Forming colours I can never see
So beautiful I cannot breath
Those eyes of an Angel
Are as clear as your soul
So pure and ethereal
It draws me in, so warm and sweet
All of heaven cannot compare
To the beauty you hold
With your crystal pair
Eyes of an angel you hold
Words and actions can never,
Paint your image, I swear
When the world closes it’s eyes
You flutter your soul
Wakening the world in to a beautiful stare
A warm coffee glow makes me
Feel nothing but at home
Many will fancy your glass beads
But hold those who fancy your soul
So pure and so ethereal
A soul I want to hold
That’s as clear as glass beads
And the eyes of an angel I see
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