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May 2015 · 654
Ode to an old friend
Reshnia crimson May 2015
This poor old bear
Tag torn and tattered
Only a voice in my head
But you told me I mattered

Once snowy white
You've darkened with time
You've been through so much
And become covered in grime

Your fur soft and worn
You gathered my tears
A voice in my head
But you drove away fears

They can call me insane
But they never cared
I didn't let go of my mind
I simply shared

Poor old bear
You've been through so much
And even after so many years
You're still calming to touch.
May 2015 · 431
Flame and Breeze
Reshnia crimson May 2015
Dance with me
Spin me around
Breath into me
And lift me from the ground

Fill me with hope
And allow me to grow
A sweet gentle breeze
Through you I flow

Me burning hot
Dancing on wood
Flickering tongues
I burnt what I could

You gentle and soft
A whisper on wind
Keeping me alive
Giving me oxygen

Twirl around me
Spin me with grace
Feed my warm glow
And light up the earths face

From one little spark
An inferno am I
Blackening the wood
And reaching for the sky

Dance with a grace
But don't steal the show
Dance just to fast
And my flame will burn low

My fate in your hands
To grow or to die
To turn into dust
Or to reach for the sky
May 2015 · 435
Drip
Reshnia crimson May 2015
I hear each one land
So silent, so small
My hand grows wet
With each tear to fall

Run out my eye
And skid across my cheek
Drip off my chin
My heart feels bleak

I don't want to think
For with each thought
My mind cracks more
With each memory pain brought

With each fallen tear
Comes a fresh wave of pain
A thousand insults
And I've got nothing to gain

I'm useless, unwanted
Overweight and dumb
With what I say to myself
To others I'm numb

Whatever they say
Only rolls right off
I really don't care
I laugh and I scoff

I've heard every word
Every insult they spew
I've said them all to myself
None of it's new

A pool forms in my hands
Salty, and warm
Demons fly 'round my head
A red horned, tailed swarm

The small little angles
Mixed into the crew
They are hard to see
They are small and they are few

With every success
I see my own failure
My minds ripped at the seams
My brain needs a tailor

Don't cry in public
Never show the pain
No one wants to help
I've got nothing to gain

I let the water fall
And crawl into bed
A dark dreamless sleep
Will clear out my head
Apr 2015 · 353
Rain
Reshnia crimson Apr 2015
Rain falls through the sky
Each small, little drop
And falls into puddles
With a soft little plop

The rain looks so sad
The sky covered in cloud
Strong claps of thunder
Turning quiet to loud

Why does the sky weep
And turn its face grey
If you listen to the wind
What would it say

Mighty, fast winds
That fall from the sky
That bends down the trees
Is the earths sigh

But as the sky weeps
It waters the ground
And soon after it stops
Not another sound

The tears of the sky
Dampen the earth
Giving green life
And Mother Nature rebirth

Every tear that falls
Washes out pain
Makes way for joy
The beauty of rain
Mar 2015 · 638
Icarus
Reshnia crimson Mar 2015
Fly away
On feathered wings
From labyrinth window
You will spring

Plush blankets
With lies you gain
To free you and father
From fearing pain

Waxen glue  
Hold feathers tight
Pray and pray
You will take flight

Wings flap strong
You now are free
Above the sun
Below the sea

Don't fly to high
Don't fly to low
Melted or soaked
You will drown below

The sun, the sun
Your wings are dripping
Diving and falling  
Through air your slipping

Feathers are gone
Your wings are bare
You flew to high
You're falling through air

Under the waves
You cannot swim
Your lungs are now full
The water will win

Oh poor icarus
You were sure to be free
You flew to high
Now your grave is the sea
Mar 2015 · 562
Questions
Reshnia crimson Mar 2015
I asked the vampire
If it hurt his mind
To feed on the living
And to leave time behind

I asked the ghost
If it pained his soul
To know he was no more
Than a formless immortal

I asked the werwolf
If it tormented his heart
To know how he mindlessly
Rips people apart

They all answered yes
It pained them so
To know of the sorrow
That they themselves sow

They weeped at the thought
They cried for the dead
Tears dripped from their eyes
As they hung their head

I asked them of their home
Of the shadows in which they live
They went utterly silent
They had only horror to give

But in all honesty
The shadows seem nice
They called it evil
Filled with rats and mice

Next time you want life
Or strength beyond measure
Or more time with family
Just simply remember

Choose your words wisely
Or you will live feeling sad
Say what you mean
Or you will be had
Mar 2015 · 364
Sleepless
Reshnia crimson Mar 2015
Breath it in
Sharp and crisp
A small smell of that
No more than a wisp

Eyes snap wide open
A ticking nearby
A loud breathing here
A sleeping sigh

Feel the cold
The window so clear
The night sky you can see
The dark you can't hear

Listen for crickets
Chirping outside
They have no blanket
In which they can hide

Eyes so wide open
Laying in bed
Under a blanket
A restless head

Thinking on things
During day you thought not
Thinking for answers
Never getting what you sought

One in the morning
Eyes still to wide
Dreams ran away
Found places to hide

You see it all
Hear every sound
When no waking mind
In near to be found

You yawn once more
Still not asleep
Everyone else in the house
Yet to make a peep

The night will go one
Weather you sleep or not
They kept you awake
Each dammed thought

The sun starts to rise
Sleep never came
They insist to keep you tired
To your thoughts its a game.
Mar 2015 · 518
Wings
Reshnia crimson Mar 2015
Snap, rip
Torn and gone
A lovely tune
Turned to a sad song

Feathers of white
Plucked like a duck
Why do the kind
Run out of luck

A snap and a crack
Soon im falling through air
On wings that are broken
By life so unfair

Every harsh word
Everything that you said
I saved and remembered
Inside my head

You could hurt me before
But now that i'm cold
With a stone heart
A soul long sold

My wings are broken
I'm falling through air
I'll make this world
Just a little more fair

What can you do
I've got nothing to loose
You took the wings of an angel
Who had death as her muse
Mar 2015 · 560
Ocean tears
Reshnia crimson Mar 2015
Crashing on rocks
A salty spray
Rising and falling
Each passing day

Beating on rocks
Turning then smooth
A crashing song
That seems to soothe

Sitting on the beach
Dark clouds hang above
This soothing tune
Made for both sorrow and love

Oh, how the vast ocean
Makes my life small
My problems seem no longer
So very tall

The tears on ny face
Drops in the sea
Not all that different
Both wet and salty

dripping, dripping
Gone with the tide
The huge ocean
Shrinking my already small pride
Feb 2015 · 816
Morning rose
Reshnia crimson Feb 2015
Dripping off petals
Of silky soft red
Standing tall and strong
In an earthen bed

Running down the stem
Covered in knives
Off of one bush
Comes many more lives

Each small red gem
Silently sleeping
The dew running down
As if silently weeping

Mist hangs in the air
The white breath of the earth
While calm and peaceful
Also seems to drain the mirth

The tight weeping bud
Awakens to dawn
Stretching its petals
At the birds morning song

Sunlight rains down
On the silky red flower
The energy to live
That it does devour
Jan 2015 · 280
Future you
Reshnia crimson Jan 2015
Tell me child
Child still pure
Child with mud brown eyes
What will you endure

Tell me small girl
With your hair all put up
Did you ever know you'd have
Something not juice in your cup

Tell small boy
Who runs in the sun
Did you ever know
Your friend would ruin your fun

Tell little kids
Did you see it in your dreams
The ugly mean future
And the pain that it brings

I've seen it you know
I watched your whole life
And I'll tell you right now
You never gave into the knife

You never gave up
You did good in school
You had plenty of friends
Even if you weren't cool

And even when you cry
And you don't think they care
Just ask them and check
Because they'll always be there

You may have felt lonely
But you were never alone
Your laughter to them
Like the sun shone

Live a whole life
I know you can
I'm the future you
And I'm your biggest fan
Jan 2015 · 453
Silver false truths
Reshnia crimson Jan 2015
Come to me
I whisper in your ear
Listen to the sweet words
That you now hear

Pulling you away
Out of the light
With sweet promises
Of removing your fright

Lovely silk words
Roll off a silver tongue
And into my web
Now you are strung

My words a tangled web
Glittering in morning dew
But all who have entered
With venom I slew

Out from the shadows
I whisper sweet lies
To pull you to darkness
Where only evil thrives

Each golden word
So easy to say
But it is with the same words
It is you I will slay

Your sorrow is funny
Your tears are a joke
I'm laughing at the pitiful words
In which you do choke

You want to see truth
Look into my eyes
My deadly, dark gaze
Is not made of lies

Come into darkness
You'll have nothing to fear
And my dark, chilling laughter
Is the last that you'll hear
Jan 2015 · 372
Lost pawn
Reshnia crimson Jan 2015
I'm lost in the dark
No one there to hear
My cries and screams
Reach no ones ear

I see you all
Standing there
But none of you
Seem to care

Am I worth nothing
Is my life a crime
A black spot on humanity
A little piece of grime

Am I nothing
A bad wast of air
The unwanted third part
Of a happy pair

Just a rag doll
Toss me to the side
Leave me far behind
Lengthen your stride

Later when you say sorry
It won't mean a thing
Hollow words, through my ears
Don't even make a ring

When you beg forgiveness
I will have none left
Because of everything you've done
My last wasted like the rest

I took your crap
I smiled hiding tears
You leaving was my nightmares
Your death was all my fears

But my loyalty is gone
I have no tears to shed
And when you starve and beg
I will give you no bread

To long did I make
Your problems my own
To long for you I cried
The tears you've never shown

I leave you know
When you want me back
Old friend leave
Here's your pack

I want you out
I want you gone
I'm sick of your games
I'm no longer your pawn
Reshnia crimson Jan 2015
Dripping, Dripping
It's all gone
Draining, Falling
As I whisper my song

Sliding down
To the tip
From my knife
Blood does drip

Walking away
My footprints red
Splashing in puddles
That flow from your head

Like a young child
Playing in rain
I assure you sir
I'm perfectly sane

In fact, just maybe
I'm more sane then you
I simply see the world
In a darker hue

Red, black and grey
To be perfectly clear
And that bright red
Always brings a sneer

So I'll dance through puddles
Like a child in rain
Pretty red puddles
Brought by others pain

This world is so dark
So corrupt and unkind
How should anyone
Be able to keep their mind

But I tell you now sir
There is nothing wrong
With the violent words
In my ****** sweet song

This smile on my face
I swear it is real
I have no reason to hide
No reason to conceal

This body at my feet
He was only a toy
Oh, I loved the screams
Of that poor little boy

This world is rotten
So why do you care
How many humans
I ****** and ensnare

Death is natural
I'm just speeding it up
I don't care what weapon
I can even use a cup

Look at the red blood
A thick crimson ocean
And all it requires
Is a quick killing motion

I'm totally sane
My logic is true
But all humans fear
The strange and the new

Why so shocked
Your face has gone green
Does the blood make you sick
Do you wish it unseen

This world is gone
Already doomed to die
So why does one death
Make you cry

I can **** you to
If that's what you want
Uh oh, to late
Hope that's what you sought

My knife in your gut
The blood coming out
You should be happy
Don't frown and pout

Your life is fading
I see it in your eye
I pull my blade out
And wave a goodbye

This world is dying
I'm just upping the pace
Why prolong
Our fading into space

And to most it's a crime
But I won't feel bad
Not if as I do it
There is fun to be had

Because why not enjoy it
The cries and the pain
When from the bloodshed
There's a smile to gain
Jan 2015 · 261
Gone away
Reshnia crimson Jan 2015
Your gone
Away from here
Please don't move further
It's what I fear

Please come back
Your way to far
You need help?
I'll steal a car

Your a jellyfish
Your one of us
You moving away
Caused a huge fuss

Your misses
Your gone
You left
This feels wrong

You belong here
Your to far away
And we all cried
When you left that day

Please come back
Or we'll commit a crime
To bring you back
I'll do any time
Jan 2015 · 928
Moonlight
Reshnia crimson Jan 2015
Silver moon
Your light so bright
Reflecting off
The lake tonight

Shining down
Against the land
Vibrant shades
Turned dark and grand

Silver moon
Hear my plea
Shine off my tears
And please save me

Shining brighter
Than the stars
sometimes red
Brighter than mars

The cool night air
Kisses my skin
Your silver light
Mixed with the wind

I stand alone
In this moonlit meadow
Your silver light
Creating my shadow

Sparkling
On my tears tonight
Silver moon
Of silver light

On cloudy nights
You stand alone
And in your night
Is my home
Dec 2014 · 218
Memories
Reshnia crimson Dec 2014
Memories haunt me.
The painful things of the past.
Memories are a stand still.
In time moving so fast.

The death the tears.
You relive them all.
I need my mind wiped clear.
It into madness I'll fall.

I don't wish to look.
I don't want to see.
To look back and remember.
What all has happened to me.

So ill seal them away.
Deep into my mind.
Never again to be seen.
By the likes of mankind.

But there not all bad.
Some I still hold dear.
Should I seal them to.
Because of my fear.

No I shall not.
I know what to do.
Separate good from bad.
And bid the bad adue.
Dec 2014 · 414
Scarlet window
Reshnia crimson Dec 2014
A cold winters night.
The moon did not rise.
This cold winters night.
Was the night of your demise.

You crashed through the door.
With a bottle of beer.
You chugged till the bottom.
To bury your fear.

The night had been rough.
The stars did not shine.
You were ***** and smelly.
And covered in grime.

Pushed in the mud.
Kicked in the face.
Told by every rich man.
To stay in your place.

Money run dry.
Spent on ***** and liquor.
Your ego shrunk to nothing.
Your dignity no more.

You had no reason to live.
You pulled out your gun.
Was it really alright.
To be a coward and run?

No it wasn't ok.
You repeated this over although
Still put the gun to your head.
And painted a scarlet window.
Dec 2014 · 375
Harsh
Reshnia crimson Dec 2014
Why do I feel worthless?
Why am I so alone?
I know that some people care.
But I still feel I have no home.

I know that it's not everyone.
I know that I have friends.
But my path has so many bends.
To many forks and dead ends.

The hurtful words stick.
And the ones that matter fade.
And I'm stuck in dark illusions.
That my own mind made.

I'm not the type to be loved.
It's what I've always been told.
And every time it's said.
The pain increases ten fold.

I've been short on kind words.
Eventually I just shut up.
No words could describe my pain.
My heart never did catch up.
Dec 2014 · 327
Lies
Reshnia crimson Dec 2014
I walk out on the street.
My daily routine begun.
Children laugh and dance.
And sing and have fun.

But I know it's to perfect.
Just to well done.
A fake smile is all it takes.
For others to think its fun.

But it's all to clean.
This crisp normal day.
But I never do forget.
That the truth isn't far away.

Behind the glowing smiles.
Behind the bright warm sun.
Past the skin deep laugh.
It's really not that fun.

It all hides in the day.
An illusion of bent light.
To hide the tears away.
To hide the ugly fright.

But when the sun sets.
When it's time to go to sleep.
You have to cry in silence.
You cannot make a peep.

Because today's society.
Is cruel, rude and unfair.
They don't see the scares they make.
When they just don't care.

They don't see the cuts.
They don't see the scar.
They don't know your lucky.
To have made it this far.

But that's not the end.
They don't know the pain.
They don't notice you outside.
To hide your tears with rain.

The outside scars are not the end.
There only a release.
They are only a temporary.
Way to find blissful peace.

The mental wounds run deeper.
They'll never be erased.
Your mind will slowly fracture.
To never be replaced.

They will never care.
Till long after your gone.
Even then it's just for show.
There no meaning to the song.

They say how much your missed.
When they're the ones that did it.
They put the scars in your mind.
You're just the one that hid it.

Those secrets behind white walls.
Those false words of kindness.
None of them matter at night.
The darkness has no bias.
Nov 2014 · 623
Lullaby
Reshnia crimson Nov 2014
This is my lullaby.
With a dark tune.
And and elven voice.
Singing to the moon.

"Lay down your head.
On pillows of clouds.
Weaved from the sky.
And sliver shrouds.

Under the moon.
And the star lit sky.
Open the window.
And away you do fly.

May you always find joy.
And stay safe from all harm.
The stars watch over you.
Under the nights velvet charm."

This lullaby will go on.
This one will last.
The softly sung words.
From deep in my past.
Nov 2014 · 467
Haunting
Reshnia crimson Nov 2014
I'm a ghost.
A reflection of me.
A fractured peice.
Of who I used to be.

You took me.
You shattered my mind.
You broke me.
Oh cruel world that left me behind.

Now I'm in pieces.
But here the pieces will stay.
You may have broken me.
But I won't go away.

I will haunt your life.
I'll be that sick reminder.
Of the people you broke.
Maybe in the future you'll be kinder.

Oh cruel world.
Who broke many a soul.
Who killed and devoured.
Those poor souls whole.

But here are my echoes.
Still I'm this world.
Shouting forever.
Their story untold.
Nov 2014 · 570
the shunned
Reshnia crimson Nov 2014
we are the shunned.
we live in shadows.
in the dark places.
on the edge of the meadows.

we watch the others.
ones excepted in the world.
the shining ones.
for whom the houses are built.

they dance and prance.
free in society.
they follow the norm.
of the world they are proprietary.

while we are the shunned.
we don't follow the norm.
we are our own people.
we won't follow the swarm.

we have gifts and talents.
that other do fear.
so they cast us out.
make us feel we don't belong here.

but this is our world to.
we may have talents and gifts.
that others don't have.
but still they use the biffs.

and our saddened faces.
are forever permanent.
and our cries float in the night air.
the shunned lament.
Nov 2014 · 293
Unsure
Reshnia crimson Nov 2014
I don't know.
What to do.
I don't know.
Just who are you?

You walked right in.
Without even a word.
Steps so light.
As if you were a bird.

But you came in to quick.
And left open the door.
And trampled me.
Till I was one with the floor.

I don't know what to do.
All these people in my house.
I'm so small.
I look like a mouse.

They walked all over me.
So I shoved them out.
I locked the door tight.
I didn't just pout.

Then I boarded the windows.
No one would get in.
I was so unsure.
I could not grin.

So I hid all my fear.
And my sorrow and pain.
Behind a fake smile.
A fake feeling name.

Now I'm a doll.
The outside so fake.
A smile plastered on.
Covering the heartache.
Nov 2014 · 215
Broken soul
Reshnia crimson Nov 2014
It's dark and evil.
And lost and shattered.
And to the four winds.
The pieces were scattered.

I don't know what happened.
But it's long gone now.
Maybe it ran away.
I cannot remember how.

I broke it and bruised it.
By the end it was cracked.
It was black and blue.
And then it packed.

My poor soul.
Up and left.
Hurt by the years.
If pain for which it wept.

Abused by the world.
It didn't know what to do.
My broken soul left.
Before I could find you.

It was already dark.
But now it is gone.
My broken soul left.
Singing it's sad lost song.
Oct 2014 · 322
Broken heart
Reshnia crimson Oct 2014
The blood.
Still flows.
Through the veins.
That it knows.

My heart still beats.
But it's battered and bruised.
Showing all signs.
Of being abused.

I tried to fix it.
Can you tell.
Then I hid it.
Inside a shell.

I don't want your love.
I don't want your sorrow.
I don't give a ****.
About a new tomorrow.

Just leave me here.
In this pit I dug.
I don't want your pity.
I don't need a hug.

I don't want a new life.
Or a new start.
Leave me to sit here.
With my broken heart.
Oct 2014 · 370
Broken mind
Reshnia crimson Oct 2014
In a dark place.
Where the sun never shone.
This is the place.
That I call home.

Where the wind howls.
The roof leaks.
All the windows are broken.
An the floor squeaks.

Where in the dead of winter.
The wind bites my nose.
All year long.
The rats nip my toes.

The wood is rotten.
No fire to stoke.
This is what remains.
of what was broke.

No one else lives here.
I'm all alone.
Singing sad songs.
In a sad empty home.

Why am I here.
These thoughts do grind.
What to do now.
With a broken mind.
Oct 2014 · 1.1k
the devils dance floor
Reshnia crimson Oct 2014
i don't know.
where my life went.
but now i am dead.
my life was spent.

i put on my dress.
as green as envy.
my skin covering hate.
with witch my heart was heavy.

my lips.
red like lust.
i wore the seven sins that night.
thinking. **** i must.

her eyes shone.
full of greed and gluttony.
that her jewels gladly portrayed.
hidden there a mutiny.

her hair done up.
in a way.
that showed sloth.
its fashion lazy.

she walked.
every step full of pride.  
that was misplaced.
she didn't try to hide.

she let out her wrath.
and danced on satans floor.
dancing with the devil.
unable to stop her feet ****** and sore.

for one dance with the devil.
on his own dance floor.
her soul long gone.
the song forever more.
Oct 2014 · 432
a cloak of the night
Reshnia crimson Oct 2014
a cloak of the night.
covered in stars.
a crown of the moon.
gems red as mars.

skin as black.
as the night sky.
radiant like Venus.
and black wings that will fly.

her cloak stretched.
far out behind her.
covering the sun.
that would soon blind her.

far does she fly.
into the day.
making it night.
as she goes on her way.

her brother the day.
does lay down to rest.
a pillow of light.
a bright sunny nest.

she tucks him in.
with the cloak of her night.
back to her journey.
she enters her flight.

she is the elder.
over the sun.
for the beginning was black.
in terms of light there was none.

she was the start.
and she'll be the end.
the dark needs no source.
but to death the sun she'll send.

she is like a vampire.
diving in on the day.
covering the light.
taking it away.
Oct 2014 · 291
What does the future hold
Reshnia crimson Oct 2014
In it's depths of mystery.
What does the future hold.
Long away from now.
In stories yet untold.

What we see in movies.
And on tv today.
May not be what happens.
In times still far away.

Zombies and monsters.
May forever be fake.
For the future.
Is what humans make.

We may die out.
Years from now.
Or we could travel through space.
Though we don't know how.

But the future is far.
And time long.
We don't last forever.
But time will go on.
Oct 2014 · 626
Of life
Reshnia crimson Oct 2014
What is life.
So many would ask.
What is the object.
Behind the mask.

Some see the good.
Like rainbows and sun.
A joyous thing.
In which we run.

Some see the bad.
Like pain and tears.
Afraid to live.
Because of their fears.

What do I think.
I'll tell you my dear.
Death comes to all.
Our time is short here.

Life has no meaning.
It's to quick to sever.
Death is what matters.
It lasts forever.
Oct 2014 · 1.8k
Torment
Reshnia crimson Oct 2014
Do you know.
What torment means.
Is it the sad song.
That darkness sings.

A mournful tune.
To witch the words are long gone.
A shallow feeling.
A depressing song.

Is it empty.
Like a black hole.
Like a deep dark trench.
That will never be full.

Is it pain.
Like a rupturing heart.
Or a poor vein.
Popped with a sharp dart.

A tightening in your chest.
Like your heart had stopped.
Does torment feel.
Like being dropped.

Can you see torment.
In the eyes of man.
Slowly burning.
Like food in a pan.

Is it blood running.
Running from your neck.
When from your dead body.
The bird does peck.

What does torment.
Mean to you.
You'll never know my meaning.
Until you've seen what I've been through.
Sep 2014 · 2.9k
Blood
Reshnia crimson Sep 2014
Drip, drip.
The lovely red.
Drips from the veins.
Inside of your head.

Drip, drop, drip, drop.
I think your dead.
So much blood.
The pretty red.

Onto the concrete.
Blood stains on the walls.
Drip, drop, drip, drop.
Heard in empty halls.

The pleasant drip.
As your heart stops.
Like rose petals on snow.
Such lovely red drops.

Blood let's us live.
Blood also can ****.
It delivers the poison.
Brought in by the pill.

Dripping, dripping.
None left inside.
Without anymore blood.
Your carcass is dried.
Sep 2014 · 739
Hope is like a rose
Reshnia crimson Sep 2014
Hope is like a rose.
Made of green.
A small little bud.
At first unseen.

It grows and grows.
And blooms at the head.
A beautiful flower.
Of burning bright red.

The petals like silk.
Red like fire.
Inviting to all.
As it grows on it's pyre.

Then the petals fade.
They dry and they fall.
Cold nights roll in.
They die at winters call.

A rose is like hope.
Growing from nothing.
Making it self known.
Wanting to be something.

Then it withers away.
And crumbles and dies.
Hope is no more.
Into the wind the dust flys.
Sep 2014 · 206
Take me home
Reshnia crimson Sep 2014
Take me home.
And away from here.
From this saddened world.
And this pitiful fear.

Take me home.
Into the night.
That I face with love.
Instead of fright.

I don't care about stars.
Or warm glowing light.
Take me instead.
Into cold velvet night.

Without stars.
Without heat.
For the sun burns down.
And in my back it does beat.

It scorches my skin.
It singes my hair.
But the night is calm.
And the moon is fair.

The cool night air.
Brushes my skin.
The sun is setting.
It is time for night to begin.
Sep 2014 · 381
Snuff out the stars
Reshnia crimson Sep 2014
To bright.
For my eyes.
So let the stars.
Wave their goodbyes.

Smother them.
Like a flame on a wick.
Or douce them with water.
And put them out quick.

Put out the stars.
Let the sky be pitch black.
**** the bright sun.
And don't let it come back.
Sep 2014 · 239
Stain the shadows red.
Reshnia crimson Sep 2014
The shadows.
Of the past.
Memories fleet.
Time moves to fast.

That cold winter night.
No fire for heat.
The food running low.
And long gone the meat.

In the air did hang.
The white of our breath.
To prove there was life.
In the city of Seth.

Ice clung to your nose.
And tears soon did freeze.
The air cold and dry.
Your breath but a wheeze.

Insanity drove us.
Accusations arose.
A tight situation.
This weather did pose.

Our minds half gone.
And our food even more so.
A weapon near by.
As out broke a new row.

I picked up the knife.
And stained your shadow red.
My mind all but gone.
And yours very dead.
Sep 2014 · 300
Pandora's box
Reshnia crimson Sep 2014
What will happen.
When I remove the lid.
Will I take revenge.
For what you did.

Open the box.
Look inside.
All of mans nightmares.
In there do hide.

Remove the top.
Watch men cry.
For an end to pain.
For mercy from on high.

Open the box.
Look inside.
All of mans nightmares.
In there do hide.

I will let loose.
Famine and disease.
Unless you kneel to me.
And do as I please.

Open the box.
Look inside.
All of mans nightmares.
In there do hide.

When I pull of the lid.
And set loose sorrow.
How can any man.
Look for a new tomorrow.

Open the box.
Look inside.
All o mans nightmares.
In there do hide.

So easy.
So quick.
To end all mankind.
By giving a lid a flick.

Open the box.
Look inside.
All of mans nightmares.
In there do hide.

Man is weak.
And so very frail.
They forget the stories.
Of the maybe true tail.
Aug 2014 · 340
The rain.
Reshnia crimson Aug 2014
Wake up, wake up.
It's a brand new day.
Get up, get up.
Let's go out and play.

Sit down, sit down.
In the damp Dewey grass.
Lay down, lay down.
And watch the clouds pass.

Look up, look up.
Into the sky.
Look there, look there.
I think the clouds might cry.

Look out, look out.
Down comes the rain.
Run fast, run fast.
From drops smaller than a grain.

We're fine, we're fine.
We made it inside.
We're dry, we're dry.
Look at the bright side.
Aug 2014 · 374
The weight of the world
Reshnia crimson Aug 2014
Some days I think.
That upon my shoulders.
Rests the world.
Like hevy boulders.

And I slowly move.
Through time and space.
My feet drag on the ground.
At my slowest pace.

Time is a slug.
And space to vast.
Always seems to crawl.
It will never move fast.

Then I saw you.
And I could stand sraight.
The world but a feather.
No more under its weight.

You took the weight.
And moved it unto yourself.
But I'll still carry half.
And keep your heart for myself.

Time is still slow.
And space is still vast.
But now that I'm happy.
I don't need to move fast.
Aug 2014 · 339
Let's watch the sky
Reshnia crimson Aug 2014
Look to the stars.
Look at the sky.
Let's watch the clouds.
As they float by.

Let's stay here forever.
Watching the sky.
Seeing the stars.
And wishing to fly.

Why don't we hold hands.
As we watch the sky.
We can watch each other.
As we learn to fly.

Let's you and me.
Both grow wings.
We can be like the angle.
And listen as it sings.

He'll sing a song.
For just you and me.
Then we'll come back to earth.
And rest in a tree.

We'll watch the sun.
As it crosses the sky.
We'll wait for the moon.
So we can again fly.

We'll flap our wings.
And leave the earth.
We'll watch a sunrise.
Of immeasurable worth.

Not all the gold in the world.
Could make me go.
Because I'm here with you.
You made my heart grow.

Let's stay here forever.
Me in your arms.
Watching your face.
Seeing only your charms.
Aug 2014 · 512
A story
Reshnia crimson Aug 2014
Tell me a story.
Of olden times.
Tell me a tale.
With silver rhymes.

Tell me a story
With dragons and kings.
With vast hordes of treasure.
And castles and queen.

Tell me a story.
From long long ago.
Of knights and nobles.
Of where giants grow.

Tell me a story.
And I'll tell you one back.
Or better yet.
Make up your pack.

Let's make a story.
Come take my hand.
And we'll be a story.
As we travel the land.

— The End —