Understand that where there is the tenebrific,
there is the lambent.
Their comorbidity is rampant.
But if you think luminosity is dead and gone,
we'll show you the love to go on.

I'll take mind and matter
to erase the glass that will shatter.
It's not about what he or she said,
or the dollar sign on your forehead.

It’s care.
It's in there.
Somewhere.

It's somewhere in between
my best friends
and our fifty inch flat screen.
It's Always Sunny or Halo?

It's somewhere right beneath
this broken layer of myelin sheath.
You are enough. Never forget that.

It's somewhere above, up there
where your pensive graze
meets her passionate stare.
Don't ever change. I love you for who you are.

And well, it's somewhere in here,
when the blisters on my fingers
match the ringing in my ear.
I am not the imaginary enemy.

Before you close your eyes,
remember that what you see
is not what actually appears.
This is not solipsistic;
this is the passion
that will illuminate your years.

I find that things happen for a reason
don't know what the reason is
but it's there.....
though not always noticeable....
for those of you who know me
and even for those who don't
you may see I'm different
I know I am
not always in a good way
not always in a bad way
sometimes I'm just neutral
well, I'm 16
and I don't have many revenues
to let out my feelings
hellopoetry is really all I have
to let my pain out
to show my joy
which I'm not supposed to show
in too great of amounts
or else I'm yelled at.....
for those who thinks that is stupid
I agree with you
but it's what I'm supposed to do
or rather, not supposed to do.....
I'm an expressive person
I end up always showing my heart on my sleeve
which just hurts me more in the long run
but I can't seem to help it......
it just goes that way
with no plan
no forethought
it just happens
and to see me
no one knows what to expect
what to think......
what to feel about me
I'm not emotional
but I am empathetic
which just hurts me more
cuz like I said
my heart is on my sleeve
on display for anyone to see......
I love people for them
I just need someone that will love me back
anyone can say that "God loves" me
and I know that.....
I just want, no, NEED someone to love me on Earth
someone that will see me truthfully
and like what they see
I'm no girly-girl
I'm more rough than that
I'm more a tom-girl....
and proud to be so. :)

~~
Southern winds have gone away
The music player has hanged
When playing the last romantic song

The Chill North wind is Sigh of yours
Has grown the pale Afternoon
How stupid the fade trees Standing!

Distant garden flower's Petals
Wither,
Helpless,
Careless

Midnight dew
Create the illusion of Sound
Nearby Lamppost,
Standing in the dim light fog
Alone,
Retreat
As the Calling Owl of the Night

Smokes of Cigarette lost in the Shadow
Putting the day,
Slowly vanish before
As the Mist
 
Along the road that you have left
Looked at me Surprisingly
Opening the door,
Just want to scream for unknown reasons
Once Again
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

do you know who i am
that lost
trapped
angry soul
the one left behind
the left over thing
I can't seem to feel
can't seem to think
do you know who i am
that lost
trapped
angry soul
I don't want to feel
to think
or do I
I don't know
so I ask
do you
can you help me
let me know
let me see.......
or do I want to see
to know
so many things
so much to ask
so little time
times almost up
I'm done
I'm gone
I can't do this anymore
you don't understand
how could you
I'm a foreign object
to everyone
and everything
there is no one for me
I accept that now
how could anyone love me
I'd have to live in a fairytale for that to happen
I'd have to leave my life
but who could love me still
who could love the beast I am
I'm the most feared monster
but I try to be nice
that never worked
it still doesn't
questions
ALL
THESE
F...ING
QUESTIONS
I don't know
*let me alone

He rubbed his weary eyes...
What trickery could this be?
Was it a signboard draped in disguise
Or the reflection of light off a tree?

Seconds ticked as he drew closer.
The lady materialised to rule out prior suspicions.
His fingers wrestled over the rusty brake lever,
Wheels squealed their futile objections.

The lady wore a face he could barely see...
She had long tresses that bore an alluring fragrance.
Her beauty tipped the scales allowing him bravery,
Unafraid he asked, "Miss, may I be of assistance?"

Her voice seemed to ride the subtle night breeze,
Coating his ears like sugar laden candy.
Soft and demure... Yet laced with a hint of tease,
She had said, "I'm stranded in the dark as you can see..."

"What luck!", he thought, seizing the opportunity
He removed his sack to make space for her.
His heart raced being in the damsel's good company,
The lady slid herself onto the rack before they both rode together.

As he pedalled hard, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Her voice came again, a tender little whisper,
*"I live rather close... Not far off from here...
A little over the hill... Just over yonder..."