Into the realm of the unknown
There we meet what we have sown
Calling upon the angel's throne
Cast aside into the wind that blows

Seeing life in a whole new angle
The serpent's might is there to strangle
Wasting time in the winter's freezing cold
The sun is no more in this dark fold

Why the order of the universe?
Karma has been a melody or chorus
Peace kisses the night sky
And wanting so selfishly subsides

Goodness reaches the heart
Filling the soul with sparks
The past is death's yearning lore
Marching foward forevermore

Do you want to know how it feels?
What it's like to see through my eyes?
Imagine being so happy one minute
You're surrounded by friends
Laughter and smiles warm you before the chill
That ice cold feeling like something is deathly wrong
You can't breath
Should I sit here and wait it out?
Will they notice?
Here it comes, the hills in your stomach
Behind a close door you sit on the floor
Counting
1,2,3...
It wont last forever and you know
But God in the moment everything is wrong
7,8,9,10....
How can you escape this fear?
Should I just end it all now?
Nothing is worth this much pain
20, 21, 22,23
Can they hear me panting?
Just don't throw up
Hold it in
It's almost over now
35, 36, 37, 38
Still think I'm perfect?

I believe
in words and what they stand for
but not why they are used

I believe
in fire and the way it burns
but not the pain it causes

I believe
in love and how it feels
but not living without it

I believe
in hope and the way to trust it
but not in hope itself

I believe
in socks and how they cover feet
but not the heat they're suppose to provide

Everything, she let
To break her inside
Just let her heart to feel the pain
And let herself know that it still beats

Looking around for the pieces, she lost
Somewhere far, or further
But still, she has not found them yet

Everything, she let
To break her apart
Just to let herself know that she still is alive yet is dead inside

All I can taste is blood.
I don’t know if it’s mine, or yours, or even hers.
I do know that my morning tea has not yet washed away the taste of your lips.
No, no it must not be yours.

You lost yours wings, and fell,
As I gained mine and began to ascend.
You passed me on your way down
and your eyes caught me,
Pulling me down with you.
I saw the pain in your eyes as you saw your wings were gone,
So I took a knife to mine,
Today is not the day I die.

We have matching scars now,
And I kiss your shoulder blades whenever they are exposed to me.
You’ve never done the same to me,
But I don’t mind.
You see yours as a curse,
And sure,
Mine are a burden,
But let it be known,
I will do almost anything for you.
I won’t die for you,
But I’ll live for you.

Blue clouds gaze the wrapped sun
frozen kisses in my blood
travelling a thousand miles
to meet up with you.

There is none else walking
down this path where memories
wake up and dance
inside my armored heart.

I peeled off each kisses embrace
out of my parched lips.
I shook off the tree,
where your scent had blossomed.

Every step down this scarcely trodden path saw...
Each peel fall with helpless, damsel-like grace.
Brown leaves shone amber touched by fingers of the sun
Invasion of warmth through my greyed bony carapace.

Gentle tremors reverberate within with subtle anguish.
Sweet scented portal that took me back,
To the illusion of time where we once were...
In drunken stupor...laying under a star strewn canvas of black.

Senses that spoke of a great fantastical tale.
You are still here... In this cloying void with no one around...
Only that scent...your scent tugging on my core
Invisible tendrils berthing my feet back on ground.

Alone and wanting don't want to be anymore.
I want to feast my lungs on your skin once more.
I want to vibrate under your touch again,
In anguished anticipation and sweet pain.

I hurl your name to the echoing wind,
Blowing ferociously over the closed passage.
Only to find that I'm but elongating
the distance between our fading wishful stars.

Fading far only to find that I'm lost yet again,
Still harvesting a basket full of ripened hope.
Traversing planes with warped, slanted doorways,
Frantically seeking purchase on knobs with fevered gropes.

Heavy layered breaths inhaled too shallow...
Tracing missteps to decipher what it all meant.
When all is moot...weary, weathered and futile,
Forever I'll be bathing in the familiarity of your soothing, nectarous scent...


Dajena M
**ryn

When gentle breezes turn into gale,
     remember that you will prevail.

       You may tear at these pages daily,
in search of peace and tranquillity.
   Planting hope and scattering wishes,
    Spilling blood in smears and blemishes...
       Flying out of the dark on
     wings of birds.
       Bridging the rippling void through
           severed words.

                Seeking...
             Reaching...
               Imploring...
            Writing...

     Be not wary of eyes that speak.
  Be not afraid of mouths that leak.

Know that our scribbles are only
   sacred to us.
       Emotions and thoughts we
           bind and truss.

  What we put forth, we owe it to ourselves...
     Bits of us we've kept hidden in the
darkest rooms; atop the highest shelves.

You...
      are wielder of your mighty pen.
You...
      determine how far or long your
         words would span.

   Your words... They're precious gold.
Many or little; be them new or old.

So let drip your ink with little reservation...
  Let us grow from strength to strength
     as life teaches its lessons.

   Rise up and live on in these here pages,
     For here exist only
         freedom;
               not cages.