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 May 2016 Nite
archwolf-angel
What was that sound?
A silent slice of hell
I didn't know what it was
Just wishing for you to be well

A thousand reasons
I could tell myself
To walk away and let it be
But those reasons were not enough

Not enough for me...

Shatters and pieces
All that I see
A lunatic form of weather
A hurricane within

Silently I stand beside you
Knowing its all meant to be
For me to be your pillar
If you ever need me

It was a broken thing
A music of tears and misery
Something I never wanted for you
No matter where you may be

Come here
Let me play you another melody
One that could bring out that smile again
Possibly, carefully, tenderly
*My heart's symphony...
When you choose to care for a person, 
you can never really stop caring.
Can you?
 May 2016 Nite
archwolf-angel
Countless imaginations intrigued,
by words pouring truth and honesty.
The beauty in a picture painted...
Only tired yet wilful eyes will get to see...

Scars of a battle surfacing.
Like dreams clouded by storms.
Willingness to face another fight.
Only deafened yet persistent ears will listen for a new melody.

Strings of gambles played...
Blind faith committed into hapless
deals of cards.
Looking for the win amongst a sea of losses.
Only weary yet perservering hands will find the missing shards.


Obstacles portrayed,
as struggles form and hope seems to crumble.
An almost misplaced determination,
tattooed in these hands.
Only apprehensive yet courageous legs will continue to trudge forward.

The heaviest blows...
Inflicted on the frailest bodies.
Taking the brunt of such callous words.
Only the battered yet ernest mind will prevail sheer follies.

Deep laboured breaths...
Wheezing through seemingly punctured lungs.
Seeking a steady rhythm amidst internal chaos.
Only the worn yet steadfast heart will escape unscathed from bitter tongues.




rinnette
**ryn
Writing with ryn has got to be one of the most wonderful experience ever.

Stay true and happy!
Thank you ryn. =)
 May 2016 Nite
ryn
(S)wallow
 May 2016 Nite
ryn
It's easier to wallow
with no additional weight

It's easier to swallow
tiny morsels stripped off the bone

It's easier to swallow
when you submit to fate

It's easier to wallow
when you decide to walk alone
Sometimes you have to **** it up for the benefit of others.
 May 2016 Nite
archwolf-angel
Wonders of the future, day and night
Am I alright?
Why do I smile, when all I feel is emptiness within?
I don’t get it
How exactly did I lose my way
In the midst of all this

Fell from the heavens
Wings of white turned black
The other half remains pure original
Halo gone, blonde no more
Just soft brown locks
Blue hues lost
Now a hazel tint

Almost human
But what does that mean?
To be
Human...?

Out from a mother’s womb, a little baby approaches
A toddler you become, then grow into a young child
You have your first crush, first examination and first step into pain
You get bullied at school but that’s okay

A reckless teenager, soon to fall in love for the first time
A shattered heart left for you
All alone
Running along in search of a cure
But only rejections and disappointments found you
There will be nothing you can do

This isn't the end
It is a fresh start
And you will be the author
For your own story

*The Little Fallen Angel
Edited from 'Missing Pieces of A Puzzle'.
 May 2016 Nite
Star Gazer
Meeting you...

*It was like learning to ride a bike
Without the comfort of training wheels
And
It was like learning to swim
Without the dangers of water
I will carry it through the rest of my life.
 May 2016 Nite
jalc
sometimes i don't shower
to keep you sticky on me
that little bit longer
 May 2016 Nite
Akira
Kiss my thoughts, not my lips
Stimulate my brain, not my body
Loves connection should be more than just physical
 May 2016 Nite
ryn
Older
 May 2016 Nite
ryn
My mirror hangs stoic,
as silently it absorbs all it could with unbiased eyes.
All it receives under the day's sun.
Yet it never stores...
Not memories recent...
Not images perceived from the distant past...

My mirror
exists in the now.
It gives me only the present.
It reveals unequivocally the ground
upon which I stand.
It divulges only in the brutal and honest truth.
The kind of truth photographs could never tell.

Today it showed me what I've been seeing
with eyes half shut.
It showed me that,
I am older now.
Older than I was yesterday.
Older than I was a second ago.

Every wrinkle told a silent tale.
Every tale left quiet scars.
Every scar sang requiems of past mistakes.
And every mistake costed me my youth.

My mirror showed me that...
I'm older now because I've learnt much.
And I'm learning much more
because I'm older now.
An old photograph of myself inspired this.
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