Sometimes
the words drop
from fingertips,
climbing over each
other like playful
children.

Sometimes
the words flow
quietly, gently,
like soft waters in
a whispering pond.

Sometimes
the words burst out,
roaring like mighty
thunder,
sparking the sky
like brilliant
lightening.

Sometimes
the words spill out,
like scalding lava,
scorching and setting
aflame all in their wake.

Sometimes
the words latch on
with fangs,
suckling the life
force from its
intended victim.

Sometimes
the words infuse
thought and passion
into the bloodstream,
like a ***** *******,
injecting
euphoric bliss.

Sometimes
the words sit back,
silently observing
waiting,
patiently,
for the need
to birth the cries
of the heavy heart

releasing an ocean
of emotion…

and drowning
the world.


-by Mercurychyld
Copyright 16 Oct. 2015
Friday

Don't build me a castle to lock me up in it
I don't want to be your princess
If we can't ride the waves of the war together

Hiding behind that elaborate disguise, that façade.
The world is watching, waiting, judging;
What is life, but this big masquerade?

An elaborate disguise, a well-crafted charade --
My ears have grown weary of all the criticising
Hiding behind that elaborate disguise, that façade.

Concealed behind this paper mask, I am on parade.
All that pretense, the deception unending.
What is life but this big masquerade?

No choice in how I am being portrayed
Tears on paper cuts -- but I keep smiling    
Hiding behind that elaborate disguise, that façade.

All those things I am trying to evade.
Deception's price. Who am I fooling?
What is life but this big masquerade?

How does one face life’s endless tirade?
I can feel my walls crumbling.
Puppets on a string, foolishly played.
What is life but this big masquerade?

it has been over a year
since we have spoke
and when i saw you
the other day
i wanted to be in your arms

ej

You know you are strong.
You promise yourself that you will never let anybody hurt you
or stop you from doing what you love.
And that will be true.
You will keep that promise for quite a while,
so long, that it comes naturally to you now.
Being stubborn and headstrong, and confident.

But one day, there will be a boy,
a boy you never saw coming.
He will steal your heart bit by bit,
and before you know it, you will be helplessly in love.
you will experience infatuation like you never had before.
you will go through emotions you thought were locked away for years.
you will shed tears over the boy you love.
you will get hurt
over and over again.
the boy will completely destroy you.



But, that is okay.
because you will learn,
slowly,
that life is not about shielding yourself from the world
and trying to be alone so you wouldn't get hurt.
No,
it's about opening yourself up,
and reaching out to everything you can touch.

You will learn
that it does not matter if you got hurt,
if you're a wreck,
because its what you do after that, that matters.

Getting hurt is only the beginning.
You will learn that sometimes,
in order for something to improve,
it has to be completely broken down,
before it rebuilds itself with even more light.

It will cease bit by bit everyday, the pain.
It will never stop hurting, no,
but now, you are no longer blinded by desperation.
You will look back with a smile on your lips,
and a whisper of memories.
Remembering the good, not only the bad.
And I promise you will wake up everyday,
with your head set straight,
and your heart beating loud and proud,

because you are strong.