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shion Oct 2022
Faith takes the brokenness and makes it whole.
Jagged pieces must be handled with care.
Faith softens them with power to console.
They will rebuild with belief they’re all there.

Faith is the power to compel healing.
It is the life force of recovery.
Faith is glue between cracks that need sealing.
Knowing the broken will heal is the key.
shion May 2019
I think the universe fights for two souls to be together but unfortunately, the human experience is flawed. We aren't given instruction manuals on how to live life or how to love people or the sure path to successful relationships or careers or raising children or asking for help, or any of the things that can only be learned with time and many,many mistakes made inbetween the good parts.
Love, like life, is an imperfect experience we are constantly experimenting with.
shion Oct 2018
I wanna drown in a bottle of bourbon
just to numb the pain of the grenade you left in my heart
each fragment ricochets whispers of  your voice.

Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling where
our memories are scribbled but i just can't seem to shield my eyes
maybe it's because im still hoping to hold your hand or is it because
my heart is too heavy that i need both hands to carry it.

Your laughter used to fill every crevice of this shackled place with a glimmer of hope.
But after our altercation and throwing our memories down the drain where bits of my heart lay,
I must accept the fact that you will never be a part of my equation.

How can i even keep my emotions from flowing out?!
when the stars and the moon come crashing down while shouting your name,  the splash of the waves contains your tears, and the wind which carries  your scent  makes me nostalgic of the day that we first met.

I yearn for a coconut to hit me on the head just to forget the agony.
shion Sep 2018
I stole your heart and broke your soul
Leaving my stained colors bleeding over your own .
I wrecked your brain and controlled your thoughts
Even when i've been gone for so long.
I destroyed your ribs and took your last breath
straight from your weakening lungs.

I was a masterpiece
made from the pieces of broken hearts
and lost souls.
My paints configured  of the colors
leaking from the cracks of each victim.
I stole your heart and broke your soul
Using your everlasting color
To finish my last strokes
Leaving  a dull grey
in a place of what once was
A soft shade of blue.
shion Mar 2018
I love you
Is never just love
There is never
So sweet adoration
So much succulent lust
Enough feeling to bleach out
The world she knew
A companionship equalled
By no partnership
In time, or space
A pledge of devotion
Loyalty unhindered
Eternal passion
Put simply
Is love'
shion Aug 2017
A cat will play with a ball of yarn to satiate its boredom
And in that analogy you are the ball of yarn.
You are but a trinket to be discarded
A piece of lint in my pocket
the thought  of you
makes me *****
are you mentally *******?

I am indeed an ******* in
so many languages
Connard in French
Kiss you until your lingeries
are drenched
Mudak in Russian
between your thighs
a slippery discussion
Culus in Latin
Feast on my rigid  baton
shion Apr 2017
Lying on the cracked floorboards
in a house that reeks of disappointment
and disgust. My only companion is my unappreciated withered soul my only nourishment are my suicidal thoughts.
Scribbled on the leaking ceiling are all the ways I could end my torment.
Each night I hope for the sweet escape of death.
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