Sky-Writing

The Way We Live: We all have our own little struggles; Pushing on forward as the tragedies double. A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense, I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense. But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit. I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'. I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face, And even then I'd never give up the right to race. I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow, Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know. I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark, But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark. And that's all it

Puberty. I just see it as you trying to control me, Trying to turn me into something I’m not. It’s like you want me to be sad, depressed and lonely And that is why you break and regulate everything I've got.     Can’t you see I am doing this for your own good?     That I am trying to protect from all what is bad out there.     If I didn't do it, I can guarantee you that nobody else would.     It was never my intention to turn your life into a living nightmare. You’re not protecting me, you’re preventing me, Stopping me from taking and making my own decisions. Even before I say or do anything wrong, you&

i don't cherish the thought of parting ways, to grow older with the coming of days, my life with you is what i wish to share, the pain of your departure i must learn to bare, the agony i must endure is sure worth the price, a single moment with you i am sure will suffice

Shall this poem be worth your time, Know this now, I’m not in my prime. Etching thoughts in streams of air, Breathing in the cause of despair. One line written and then erased, The product is surely to be left unpraised. Words crossed out again and again, Heard this pen scream, “When will this begin!” As soft as silk and as rapid as water, Yet its flow is like earth, maybe harder. Wonder if birds also tire to sing, Lose their voices to taunts beguiling? Chaos stands with well-earned respect, Minds ravaged to deal in retrospect. Madness turned to Turmoil’s good friend, Heaving insanity to uncoil and unbend. From a h

All that lays before his eyes now it’s just the abstract of his world, Mixed, twisted, undone to bloody pieces – everything he ever loved. He kneels in front of the mess he made this time, His ruthless, unjustified crime, Of his world that was once sublime. Wrecked into his own abyss, Desperately, he wishes just for a single moment of bliss, Yelling to the darkness, to the ashes of his existence, He’s trying to dispel the endless distance. His bitter tears cannot infuse life into his world, A pile of dreary dust… It makes him tremble, a harsh wind gust. He deepens his sweaty, shaking hands into the rubble he made t

Quite like a leaf ready to drop, A tear of dew on a bowed grass blade, Above the vastness of an indigo sky, I raise my head and cease my sight. Let the thin cold air fill me up, Hawk and swallow in tangled wings, Raindrops racing in pit and pat, Soft in all lines they fall to trace. A flurry of traffic strewn and sewn, Colors painting dreams delayed, Sordid tongues lose their quale, Grand rare times of tranquil fray. Beasts released from paper jails, Tables set for the merry feast. Wrathful thunders shame all cries, As Luna herself surrenders night. Flaunting lilies drown to bloom, Succubus lips mute their songs, This day begins without i

Two hearts thud slightly off beat. Two chests pressed close, bare. Fingertips in all their subtlety, Brush ever so gently across A blushing cheek. Eyes close, Tongues dance behind thirsty lips, And trembling lungs draw quickly at heated air. Bodies plead in Silent longing. Tongue-brushed lips Caress one another. Limbs intertwine, seductive Words exchanged with each Lingering touch. Their breaths between them interchange form one chest To the other. Wandering hands evoke tiny sounds That slip under breath between timid lips. Bodies tremble, unaware and afraid, Driven by impulse, feeding from the urge. Two hearts thud slightly o

In the deep of night A vampire might come by Collecting your sweets.

Do you ever get that feeling... Like your skin is too tight, Your body too hot, And it hurts, To breathe? I scream at those times, As loud as the silence lets me, Bound head to toe in my own chain of promise, Never to make a sound if I can hold myself back. I have to keep my nails short, Or else they'd gouge lines in my skin, Tearing at my arms and shredding, Through skin and muscle, Until the bones were exposed. They still tear at me though, Slowly raking away layers of fragile skin, Until the scabs break and bleed. I might hold back some things, But my lips burn with abuse, Shouting at myself: "You idiot! How could you