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My body is not the same
It hurts and I can't sleep long
I remember I used to sleep for days and days
Couldn't wake up if I wanted to
Dreaming vivid and wild things
I'm not sure when that stopped
But I don't dream anymore
And I can't sleep
And this body hurts me like I'm some kind of plague wreaking my havoc on its soft pink home
Sometimes, it is the beauty we see in others
Despite them not seeing it for themselves
That shows us that, sometimes
What some may see as flawed or imperfect
Is nothing less than the rarest of beauty
So many fail to see it in themselves
That they begin to fail to see it on others, as well
For it gets harder to trust and to love
When so many only use their words as masks
Deceiving those who hold true to respect and honor
Until they fake their way in so as to take and abuse
And then tear them down
Oblivious to the pain they have inflicted
Sometimes proud of it
So many times causing such good hearted people
To believe it is they who have done something wrong
Until the loving person they were begins to fade
Retreating in to a shell of depression, darkness, self loathing, and hopelessness
Forgetting or denying how truly beautiful they are
And when someone finally sees in another
The same things they have failed to see in themselves
It opens their eyes
It awakens their soul
As hearts start to mend
Until there is beauty to be seen in the darkness again
Never gone, but merely overlooked and ignored
Once again shining forth in understanding
There is someone, just as they, who knows what it is to suffer
In every doubt, worry, and fear
In wounds self inflicted or forced on by others
Whether physically or emotionally
And they begin to see the beauty in others, again, as well
In honor, truth, sincerity, and respect
Finally realizing for themselves much the same
Despite those who merely pretend so as to take and to harm
Until the darkness isn't so dark
Loneliness isn't so lonely
And even the worst of the pain can bring smiles
Shared between two perfectly imperfect souls
Who have found beauty in the world once again
By finding beauty in each other, and in themselves
When so many still refuse to see the same
Finding beauty in the darkness
Where once they could only find pain
 Apr 2014 Azrael-Always
Petal pie
I think I'll go for 
A disco nap
A nap inside a disco?!
you wonder.
No it's just a little 
afternoon snooze 
to avert the rising 
tide of blues
And put my dizzy 
thoughts asunder.

A little period of rest
will I hope
bring out my best 
allow my mind to 
float and dream
of fairytales 
And seas that gleam

And when I wake
at a time that suits
I'll be refreshed 
Ready to disco
In ***** boots!
I must be getting older cos I love an afternoon snoozle at the weekend! X
The stars.
I hate them.
All.
They all quake
above
me.
As though my
breath can stretch
light years above me
and destroy them.
I hate them
all.
Because they
are all as
temporarily
permanent
as me.
Stars still shine during the day.
We just can't see them.
 Apr 2014 Azrael-Always
SRS
This one for the dreamers
This ones for the lost souls
This ones for the broken hearts
That nobody really knows

This one for the misused
This ones for the abused
This ones for the little hearts
That thought they really knew

My  words may not be enough
To carry you through the day
But know your on my mind
I wanna take your pain
Away
I wanna wash it down the drain
I wanna help you love again
I know just how it feels
To fall victim to the agonizing pain
So for now I tell you
Rest your eyes
And dream yourself a better life

This here's for the forgotten
Lay trampled on the floor
I know your probably numb by now
And can withstand no more

But hear me out
Close your eyes
Dream yourself a better life
And one day when you wake up
I promise you
Everything will be alright

And all the pain
Will wash away
Through the many years
Your wounds will heal
You'll have your scars
As forever memory
But trust me and I promise you
One day your soul will be free
I remember how it felt to hurt so badly once, how it still hurts somewhere deep inside. For whoever is there, it going to b okay. It has to be. It always has to be.
Wind whips
through my hair
heavy
with the scent
of change
and as I smile
I know deep down
that everything
is going to be just fine
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