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557 · Apr 2015
Wilted Sunsets
Shadow Paradox Apr 2015
"A Healing Hope"
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My eyes opened to a new day
No more voices bleeding from the inside
My breath is folded in an index
Pearl rib cages expand
As I exhale and inhale

The brocade sky
is a jewel of wonderment today

I feel in my heart a glimmer of hope

As honeycomb flowers blossom
Swaying in the warm breeze

The sickness has spilled into my veins
Once more...
But I won't lose hope
For somewhere within my depth
There is strength

Shadows dipped in ink
pours into the four corners of my room
I'm buried in silence
As the evening is veiled in fiery colors

A wilted sunset is smudged
On the horizon of my mind
Pressing dreams onto my amber pupils

The sun blazes into a daze
Melting itself into the starlit sky
Setting into the galaxy glass
Morphing into a sunshine rose

There is always a setting
to the rising sun
I wish the same for my health
501 · Apr 2015
Pain Painted
Shadow Paradox Apr 2015
I got an hourglass stuck between my ribcage
Feel like I just swallowed the sun-rays
Twisted in a game phase
****** against a needle vortex phrase
Save me from myself
From my poisoned wealth
All I want now is good health
~
Pain painted
Canvas constructed
Color dance with dreams
Sleeper awaken and I will un-stitch your haunted seams
As you swallow monolithic butterflies
Their wings become yours and off you fly
To the kingdom of freedom
458 · Feb 2015
Threaded Revelation
Shadow Paradox Feb 2015
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I requested peace

But instead became fabric
Bought from a store of madness
Those leathery hands touched the silk of my inner
Feeling the quality of my chaos.

I lay
Waiting

I am bought
Spread across a table
The scissors
Those scissors
Cut through me
Measuring me like haunted opinions.

I'm stuck with pins
Slicked with sweat from my creators fingers

Why?

Why are you doing this to me?
I want to cry
But I am nothing but fabric
Sewed into what others want me to be

To do

To see

I am all sewed up and priced up
I am bought again
Although I am something different
My new owner puts me on
Oohing and ahhing
I've heard the phrase

“Wear the clothes and don’t let the clothes wear you.”

I'm going to wear this human today

The fabric becomes skin
Because my ambition is stronger now
The details and lines are my veins
Those flowery designs....
That’s part of my heart
I am human art formed by earth
I refuse to be on anybody’s cutting table
Instead I am a canvas

My skin
My mind
My heart
My soul

…Is the very ink of creativity
The very fabric of who I am
No scissors and needle will affect me

I am liquid

The threaded revelation that manipulates form
I am a new world within
A fabric of understanding, learning and loving

I will not let those designs of my life fade
Like ancient cloth
I will constantly be refreshed
Like seasonal rain on grass and flowers

I will forever grow and shine
Fighting negative emotions
436 · May 2015
Refreshed
Shadow Paradox May 2015
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Earth felt the rumble from beneath her mind

The sun swept its beams away from her edge

The clouds replaced the suns image

Then they danced

-

The beat of their fog like bodies collided in a rhythm

Earth felt it deep inside

She began to quake but just enough so the ground wouldn’t break

The singing birds flew away to the shelter of trees

While the leaves blew this way and that way kissing the autumn air

-

The clouds became thick with happiness

Filling up with nature’s dew

Until static was released

The sky caught it and stretched it until lighting colored her darkness

The clouds laughed which turned into thunder

Then Earth felt it

-

The cool liquid rain

Falling and splashing against her

Moving smoothly through the groves and crevices of her dry skin

She drank it up until she created a flood

The ocean waved its delight

The scorched animals were relieved

The storm dance finally settled

-

The sun took her beams

Opened the veil of clouds

She shone her likeness upon Earth

Then vanished

Moon glowed and kissed earth goodnight

Earth smiled . . .

Happy and refreshed

~~~~
395 · Feb 2015
Mental Princess
Shadow Paradox Feb 2015
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Inked sketches of . . .

( Mental Princess )

¤

I'm different

So...

I'm crucified

In Lucifer's eyes

¤

( I A M )

¤

Terrified

Cursed with lies

By

Hypocrites

Cryptic fits

¤

( D O N ' T )

¤

Verify my figure

Inside my veins

Is blood filled vigor

Insanity Vanity

Unsanitary Sanitarium

Skeleton screams volume

Snip snap Mary's creepy hum

¤

( J U D G E )

¤

Not thy poet

Unless her pen

Gives permission

For you to hold it

Ink bled

But not red

Dead words

Slaves heard

Voices in head

¤

Rhythm you give them

A musical freedom prism

Castles

Made with silk tassels

Stale kisses, abusive switches

I have no riches

I'm not free

For "mental princess"

They labeled

¤

( M E )

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An old piece~
357 · Apr 2015
Suicide Speaks
Shadow Paradox Apr 2015
{Remember the pen is the blade. You may say that no one cares for you but they do. You just have to believe that you are strong, {you will fight to live or die trying}. Contemplating suicide, cutting for relief, playing around with death isn’t the right way to handle deep depression, it only make’s it worse. You are worth it, not worthless. You were born for a reason, don’t take your life, someone out there is lost and it may be you that they need to find cause you can save them. Determination is the key to success. We all have a pessimistic side but we also have the ability to defeat it}

{Stacie Orrico- Strong Enough}

~You are strong, believe in yourself, pursue your dreams, be you, you’re beautiful and don’t ever forget it~


Negative thoughts filled the mind
Emotions darkening, making the eyes blind
The voices are talking
Telling you to regret your life, while your soul they are stalking
-
Just say to your self ‘I am strong’
You can defeat the wrong
You are worth something because if you wasn’t, you wouldn’t be living
Your dreams, keep believing
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Turn your obstacles into stepping stones
There are others who are fighting too, so you aren’t alone
Yea, suicide speaks
But so can you, the right path you should seek
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Tears of sadness you may cry
Just sing your happy lullaby
You will win this depression battle my friend
There’s no need to make a fatal end

This poem brings back bittersweet moments.
349 · Feb 2015
Colorscape
Shadow Paradox Feb 2015
Jet black were his words
Dripping from his mouth

Poison

Discoloring my hearts canvas

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