In a field
Turn round and around
Until the sky becomes the earth
Until the wind becomes
The motion to carry a thought
Until love moves at the speed of sound and rests upon a star
And falls on solid ground
With a blanket of the heaven to break its fall

And I hope
That every single time you see storm clouds approaching,
you are reminded of my grey eyes.
I hope, my dear, that you realize that I was your storm,
And you were just another casualty.

The only part of my day
That I look forward to
Is when I go to bed
And lay there making up scenarios
In my head.

I think of comebacks
To 8th grade bullies.
I think of witty retorts
To my mother's snide comments.
I think of intelligent things to add
To conversations I had months ago.

I think of all the things
I was too scared to say.

And in my mind
I say them.
And pretend how things would be different
If only I had the courage to speak.

I'm either clinging to you
Like velcro
Or farther away sitting next to you
Than if I were on the other side of the planet.

I'm either rambling on
About nothing but also everything
Or I don't utter a single word
Sitting in the background chewing my fingers.

I either want you to know me,
My every thought and whim
Or to know absolutely nothing of me
Like I nevee even existed.

I'm all in
Or you never really had me.

You are either god
Or you are the devil.

There is nothing in between.

I never really grasped what grey meant.

You are like shards
Of broken glass
That I am still picking out of my skin.

Everytime I think you're gone,
I shift a little
And feel more pieces of you
Working their way in.

With each sip,
Your bitter lies
Become more evident.

But I'll bite my tounge
And as rust and whiskey mix
I'll take another sip.

The truth burns
On the way down
As I constantly swallow it.

This empty bottle is full
Of things I'll never say to you.

Stygian it was when she
looked at her face.
Her mind was angelic
and so was her soul.
Her lips were droughty
and her eyes were
watering.
Scars on her hand
reminded her of her
flagitious battle against
the world.
Every day she hid
herself in the
shadows of the
people who demean and
demote her as their
soul was as black
as hell which
could conceal
all her flaws and imperfections.
She made darkness her home
as the world outside was cruel.
Nobody looked at her for her
celestial soul.
She had forgotten what it was like
to be euphoric.
All the fiendish products she
used to make herself look
beautiful were lying on
the floor.
With empty eyes
and wasted hopes
she walked
towards the mirror but
turned away as she was
Scared to look at herself.
She wore a mask
of makeup everyday
which still didn't satisfy
society's needs.
Perfect skin with no
Flaws was
Considered the new
beauty.
She had a heart made of gold
but no one realised that
appearance is not what
makes someone beautuful
and beauty is always
on the inside and it
begins when you
start being yourself .

I hit the bed hard
in suffocation.
Just one last sight of
you would be my resuscitation.
I layed in an obfuscous
place with a malicious
mind and a heartless
vessel. I heard the heavy
throbbing of my virtuous
heart from a very long
distance. All I wanted
was my heart back
from the beast
with enticing eyes
but a black soul.
My legs started palpitating
when I got up because
the place I was in, was cold.
A place not meant for living
was what I was told.
My weakness was dragging
me down but a part of me
was stolen which had
to be brought back
to get
out of this shuddersome
prison.
I took a step forward and
saw  crooked lines made
of ice forming
on the walls of this
dark place.
I walked a little farther and
saw a little girl weeping.
She touched me and her
past just came in flashes.
Her heart was stolen a
long time back and was
never returned by the beast.
I continued walking and saw
a red bird flying in the dark
inky place.
It was nothing but a part of the beast's heart enjoying by
annihilating and crushing
other's dreams....
As I kept walking farther
I saw a malignant spirit
waiting outside the cage
in which my poor heart
was trapped in.
I ran towards it but the filthy
spirit didn't let me go close
to it.
Just then I realized that I was
in the body of the ugly cold hearted
beast whose soul was the spirit
standing outside the cage and was
not willing to give my heart back.
I was trapped inside the
atrocious place forever.

She sat next to me,
a soulless body.
She hid her face
behind the darkness.
She stretched her
hand and showed
me her scars.
She pulled her
heart out and
kept it right in
front of me.
A heart that
was black
and poisoned by
the dart of phony
love.
I looked into her
agonising eyes,
where the spark
no longer existed
She touched me
by her flaccid
fingers.
My world which
was colourful
became a caliginous
place to live in.
As soon as she
touched me, my
heart started throbbing
And my eyes started bleeding.
I could feel her unendurable
pain .
She had just come out
of a fiendish storm and
was afraid of falling again.
But yet she fell again
for a prince who
came on a white horse.
His tranquilizing words
healed her cuts but
little did she know he was
just another mephistopheles
who came to ruin her.
She thought he would never
hurt her but his actions made
deeper cuts .
She had passed her inadmissible
pain to me which ******
the soul out of my body
leaving an empty mind
and a shattered heart.
The chain had just
Started and I realized that
I was the first one who was
targeted.