Writing of the Unknown

Writing of the Unknown 1d

I did what I suppose to
Try and try and try to move on
But you keep coming back
And the pain of you
Has now turned me numb

Even when willing causing pain to myself
By reading the pain of another
It doesnt hurt as it did
And I didn't feel...

The flame was suppose to be helpful
But it pointed me back to she same direction
The same road I keep comming too
The one I can't go down by myself

But one said im the problem
Another said to find a god
But I have a feeling
More of a fear
That the one I feel home in
The one that spoke years ago
The guide I follow

The one who was in the same boat I am
Is that really our story

Or was it told much longer then I thought
When reeds floated down
When the sun blazed
Where names have been mixed
And the same pain lived

Is this my story
Or is this hers?

Writing of the Unknown 2d

Spirit Candle

The concept was simple
Light the candle to see
Light the candle to send back
Light the candle for hope

A deep i took
When the soul and body matched
And a unspoken prayer
To keep safe, and happy

The fire burned
Day after day
The energy visible
The flame dancing in its glass window
A silent hope
Of something to be free

As the wic shortened
The energy I had did too
Using one as a vessel
And consuming everything around
Just like fire normally does

But the last night of 3 of 3
A final hope
21 hours
Before being snuffed for the last time
The flame flickered
Dimmed, and struggled
But where one could not burn
Another stepped up to help
Fueling the other to live
To just hold on
One more dip of wax, one more breath of oxygen
And from 1 to 2 to 1 once more
Brighter then ever before

The flame grew to be steady and strong and bright
A prayer
A hope
Everything free
And through the night
Shaky hands held a glass tube
The heat warm to the touch
Praying for the light to grow

But as luck, or faith perhaps, would have it
The glass melted away
The heat changing from fire to something familiar
And where hands held glass
They held a different pair that were all too familiar

From the scar on the left side
To the healed bone on the right
Strong, warm, comforting hands

"What have I missed?"
"Alot"
"Why me?"
"Because I never could stop loving you"

When trying to find peace
Only makes the memories that are not yours burn hotter and brighter
And cause the pain to be real
When reality shows how cold it is

Writing of the Unknown 4d

You Took My voice...

I tell you about my feelings
Give you a glimpse of what I hold inside
Start trying to trust you

But you are a messenger once more
Give up my trust
because you have been trained in turning everything over
Telling her everything about everyone
Just because she doesn't want to talk to me...

So yeah
I'm gonna be quite
I'm not gonna wanna be here
And the little bit of trust I am trying to give you
keeps burning up to ashes
and leaves me with nothing but another knife in my back

When the daughter tries to break generational trauma from Grandmother and Mother

Writing of the Unknown 7d

Program error

Why is it
That on the darknest nights
The cold brisk mornings before the sun awakes
The tear stains I wipe up
The pillow i wash to hide the pain
When being a woman has its monthly due

Why is it only then
That I finally feel human
And not the robot pretending everything is fine?

Writing of the Unknown Jul 13

What I would never wish for...

For the pain I've lived
For the pain I've caused
For the hurt I've seen
For the scars I bear

It would be easy to push it along
Pass on what was not mine to bear
Allow it to slick off me
and be dumped on someone else

But that wouldn't be me
Causing pain to others
No, my path has always had thorns
And even though I may struggle
I still walk through the vines

Wishing
hoping
praying
putting energy into
letting this pain
finally rest

Finally be done with its path of descrution
all for the hope
that I may be the last stop
and no one else will be hurt
because of wishes sent my way

Writing of the Unknown Jul 8

Odysseus

I saw you again
The wispers in the wind
The song nature sings
The ghost that is just out of sight

You were rough
Angry
Upset that my heart
was still yours

But once you looked at me
through the built up guess
once you saw the scars
your anger cracked

You became the man I knew
having everything fall away
and you stayed...
You still stayed when I tried to walk away

Calling my name out
trying to get more
then the precious seconds we had stolen

It was nice
to see a friendly face
when everything is cruel

But yet I still hope
Still pray
that one day
its not stolen time anymore
that we get to use
and make up for the years apart