Aeerdna

Aeerdna Apr 2016

I will no longer say
that I miss you at night
when my name is written on pages
you will never read again.

Alone
astray
wandering in the fog you brought in my mind
a thick mist covering my soul
suffocating.
Lost again
frantically I'll walk
until my heart will stop
stop loving you
stop wishing your road will be one day
the same as mine.

I will no longer say that I need you
in darkness to be my light

I'll drown in this black coffee
all the times I have watched the full moon
thinking of you,
every touch of your cutting hands
I will drown your pictures,
our mornings,
your perfectly painted eyes,
our sleepless nights,
the songs I'm listening on repeat
because I can find you only in their lines.

I will drown you whole.

I will no longer say that I want you
in winter to be my warmest coat.

I will no longer walk this road with no direction
I will no longer watch the moon
or listen to songs,
I will no longer write my name on unread pages.
And when my lungs will be filled
with the ocean I'll cry
I will drown myself
in the same coffee you hate
that I love.

Because I know,
walking any road without you
can only lead me
to my end.

I will no longer breathe
without your love around.

http ://soundcloud.com/aeerdnaloony/i-will-no-longer

https://youtu.be/KTmVTiRnlFA

:)

#love #lost #you #missing #road

Aeerdna Apr 2016

there lies my heart in cold again

There lies my heart in cold again
waiting in the darkest pain
it prays and prays by the skies to be heard
but skies they reach with nothing but a bolt.

The pavement's wet, my heart is bleeding
in tears I see it breathless leaving
the wings I built they hurt too deep
cause wings of lead can't fly but dig—

There lies my heart in cold again
and I in sorrow am once more falling,
my empty chest, my tears, my pain
in darkness I am hopelessly crawling.

https://youtu.be/tk0BOK0EDFE

"The story is old - I know
But it goes on"

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#depression #heart #pain #hurt

Aeerdna Apr 2016

Poetry is dead

Poetry is dead
when you are not here
to write it in my heart
when your voice is too far away
to read it.

Poetry is dead
when your allure is feeding
strangers' souls on the streets
while I am here alone,
my soul starving.

Poetry is dead in all my being
I feel its ghost leaving my brains
I feel the emptiness inside
and I fear the days
when it will come haunt me
and I won't find a way
to write it.

Sleeping at night it's impossible
cause I hear a question screaming in my chest

When poetry is dead
is there anything out there
left
*alive?

https://youtu.be/Cw5beceIDWk

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#love #poetry #dead #you #me #longing #missing

Apr 2016

Akira Chinen

Treehouse Under the Sea

I was trapped by a picture
And softly my finger
Traced her eyes
Her lips
And trembled
As running slowly
Along the line
Of her hair
And I felt like
A madman
At the end of the ocean
In the secret dark depths
Of the sea
And I felt like I was
Drowning
And dreaming
And falling
And finding a new world
Where everything
Was upside down
But felt
Right side up
I saw mermaids flying
Above a sun
And dragons swimming
With me as I was lost
In this sea
Monsters crawled
Out from under
Beds and closets and mirrors
And waves crashed
And storms screamed
And rain fell
With acid
And razors
And warnings
Everything
Shouting
Run boy
...
Run
...

And
I stood there
Still as could be
Smiling
As the rain cut
Through my skin
Then dissolving
My bones
Until all that was
Left
Was my
Heart
And my
Ghost
And we danced
My heart, ghost
And me
We danced
With the monsters
And laughed
At the rain
And we sang
Without voices
And we moved
Without bones
And we stumbled
Upon a lost
Tree under
This sea
And a house
Was hiding
Amongst its
Branches and
Leaves
And my hands
Trembled
And my heart
Raced
As I knew
If I dared
Climb
Up
What I would
Find
Not just
Her picture
Not just
Her face
It would
Be her
Everything
Her monsters
And loathing
Her darkness
And demons
Her bruises
And scars
Her past
And
Secrets
And
Doubts
And under
All of her
Everything
Was
Her heart
And
Her hopes
And
Her dreams
And
Her eyes
Which
Held a
Light
Which hid
An endless
Ocean
Where
Only madmen
Could see
The truth
Of her
Beauty
And
Love
My heart
Said climb
My feet
Said run
But all
I had left was
My heart
And my
Ghost
I couldn't
Climb
I couldn't
Run
I could not
Even make
A sound
She was
Waiting
And
Hiding
And
I was helplessly
Stuck far down
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