50%* Love
                  40% Pain
                                 4% Jealousy

                              3% Hate

                          2% What The Actual ****?

                       1% Rhymes

                100% REAL

I stitched but it's still visible
I came knocking but
it seems I'm invisible
I'm too tired to pick up the shards
In a lonely night where
I hug my knees
weeping on my pillow,
covered with sheet
feeling the pain
What should I do,
my soul is wreck
Nocturnal thoughts hooting
like an owl in the wilds
I'm surrounded by darkness
and all I feel is sadness
This is what I call madness
because I'm just...
I'm just so helpless.*

-A

10/11/14

Trees shed seasons look
Leaves do colourfully dance
Still upon cold ground

The thing about Narnia is
Narnia leaves
and the kids return back to the real world with
both reluctance
and vigour.

But what if Narnia didn't?
What if it hovered,
shadowed around the edge of their vision,

Aslan in the corner of their eye
the White Witch frosting across
bodies of water.

Would they go back to school?
Would they fall in love with someone who
just didn't get
the game
they used to play when they were kids?

"You bailed on us again, Peter"
"Susan, stop looking out the window!"
"But you've always loved sweets"
"Lucy, lions can't talk."

So yeah.
Start again,
*******.
I mean,
you changed Narnia for the better,
Right?

Right?

You made me hang on every word,
like you handed me the noose.
You thought that words could never hurt,
I guess my tears never showed you.

I cut myself open and left
my soul exposed -
My heart was dead, but still,
this flower arose.
You wondered how my eyes
were so stale
but I saw so clear,
how my heart was so numb
but the sensation of feeling
was so dear.
You never knew why
when you touched me
I always held on tighter.
And i told you that you remind me
That I am here
and to stretch my arms
a little wider.
You reminded me
to have a little more faith
before it was too late,
to save myself from watching
everything I have go down the drain.

I think maybe I was watching
my wasteful energy float
down the stream along the curb,
but I still smiled.
I was so happy.
Why would I be so content?
I figured it out when I met you.
You showed me everything I was,
was not who I intended to be.
But the way my life would change,
would be way more challenging.

I was angry
that you failed to prepare me
for the self-destruction
I would endure.
But then I realized
you knew I'd figure it out on my own,
and that my pain
had to be heard.
You knew that I
wouldn't have even tried
if I didn't willingly say goodbye
to the old me. I met the new me,
and you already knew me.

I'm still so impressed.
It's like you took the pencil out of my hand and perfectly drew me.

- L.G.

Maybe that is why
I don't cry
when to my dear ones
I bid goodbye