TransitionWingsTransition by insanityShannon
untainted and pure
white as snow
can they endure
turning to grey
whatever you say
I don't think pure
is the word anymore
tainted and grey
turning to black
this is the price you pay
for the life you live
covered in sin
the dark ground
hiding and waiting
can't hear a sound
my senses have left me
darker than coal
tainted and dirty
evil and bad
before I'm thirty
Death and AfterlifeThe life we leadDeath and Afterlife by insanityShannon
in fear of death
to take our last breath
pain from the past
to be free at last
pain and death
pushing us deeper
into the darkness
to face the Grim Reaper
On death's door step
we finally admit
not a thing to omit
the price of freedom
is left unpaid
to fix problems we've made
redemption may yet
be a possibility
to save ourselves
Old SoulThat chair where I sat looked so empty todayOld Soul by LesserPandaBear
And you, my old friend,
Looked so small
That beautiful tune felt so mournful today
And the melody missing
That look that I sometimes catch, even today
Shows the side of you
They never see
But more often than not, and you proved it today,
All I see is your back,
And you’re gone.
Red Light ReduxHaving a truckRed Light Redux by xxdraxx
Paint me red
Is the strangest feeling
I’ve ever felt.
I’ve seen myself melt away
Like a mid-summer’s ice cream
While my personality screams
To be noticed. Every wall that once
Stood between me and reality
I am finally free.
Until they strapped me down
And sewed back my hands to my head.
My heart to my mouth.
My legs to the earth.
The taste of freedom
Rests gently on my tongue,
And I’ve been trying
To no avail.
Loss and Gain From MisunderstandingsDon't worry, because I still love youLoss and Gain From Misunderstandings by Takamakamori
Wipe away all those tears
Please don't hate me
I don't hate you, and I never want to
All this time I was worried about it:
You hating me for what I did to help
Turns out we were both agonizing
Over something that neither of us felt
For a long time I cried over it
Sorry for how I let things end
I'd rather have never met you
Than feel the agony my mistakes caused
Things that I have done
Have affected more than just me
And seeing it affect you
Nearly made me breathless from shock and horror
You aged tenfold
Your eyes sagged with tears of untold number
We live far apart
So the communication was somewhat flawed
I agonized in the confines of my mind
A friendship made and then lost in a whirlwind of emotion
Both sides dying slowly of the loss of a loved one
Yet not quite sure what to do with the misdemeanor
Finally, though, contact was made
Apologies were crafted from words unspoken
Sunlight crept into the dark recesses of our wasted relationship
Trail Of TearsWe’re like the white man!Trail Of Tears by LordSaintFire
Yet we walked the trail of tears.
Angels' BreathAs soon as I entered the room, I sensed it.Angels' Breath by shelleypalmer
A silent scream.
It didn’t seem to be coming from any specific part of the room but felt as though it filled the entire space, both outside me and inside me. It was as if it had been there for many years: suppressed; contained; angry; sad; and a whole host of other feelings that I could not quite determine. Once again I had doubts that I was the ‘right person for the job’. I was a medium not an exorcist. Yet Kay Wilson and her husband had sought me out.
Number 23, Bell Park. Here I was in the top bedroom feeling a vague sense of deja vu. It was late afternoon, and outside the sun was shining on a white picket fence and daisies swathing the rich, slightly overgrown, green lawn; whereas neighbours’ lawns flanked the house, flowerless and pristine, flaunting their uniformity. I always liked daisies on lawns. They seemed to appear overnight and, as a child, I attributed their sudden appearance to angels’ breath. Thes
OutcastHis memories now rested in the far distant hills where the sun sank slowly. There were times when he needed stillness and peace. And to let his mind relinquish all to the power source, that appeared to hang so tantalizingly close. It was a secret place, that also held his hopes for the future - but of late these had been swamped, struggling to rise above the murk and mud, constantly suffocating every thought that struggled to breathe in the light.Outcast by shelleypalmer
Men shunned him, hid from him, chased him and tried to kill him. Oh, he had tried so many times to communicate but there was no level they could communicate on.
His language was that of the Ancients and the Wise, of Gods and Goddesses, of Tongues and Elvic. And his experiences spoke from the fiery heat of volcanoes, from skies streaked with lightning. From forests tall, dark and burnt with age and accident and from deep rivers that quenched those fires and now carried their own forests. From the magma beneath the earth, ever flow
Symphony of OneThe group of ten hush each otherSymphony of One by SubliminalFox
The chirping crickets of the night grow silent
The boy that never spoke
Eyes those around the glow of the crackling fire
He lifts up his pick
And prolongs a simple chord
Coolness in his face, he repeats the set
As he begins to sing about a lost soul, restored
They hang on every note
They cling to every word
They bend at the mercy
Of this symphony of one’s harmonious soul
Revisiting the chorus, he closes his eyes
His strumming picks up and then it dies
As his musical weapon cries softly
To the enevitable, melodical demise
The Heart In Me'Tis was a shred of me,The Heart In Me by neverpullthelever
That reflection in the mirror there.
Hardly worth a second glance,
My reflection in the mirror there.
'Tis no longer the heart in me,
That beating monster on the floor there.
Hardly worth a second glance,
My beating monster on the floor there.
I tore out my heart from whence it came,
And turned to look to my reflection.
'Tis no longer the heart in me,
On the floor, my bleeding deception.
HazelHi Hazel.Hazel by kidko123
I know that I've said this before,
but your eyes are beautiful.
They're so caring and worldly,
so full of wisdom
but so reluctant to show it,
so quiet when silence comes
yet still speaking volumes
just with a glance.
It's as if
they hold galaxies of wonder
and I just can't help but want to stare
whenever I get the chance.
I know it hasn't been long
and I know you're worried
that this is it,
but I promise you;
it hasn't even been
and I miss you
You make me want to see the world,
just because you do.
it's been years
since I've climbed a tree,
or tried to out-bike someone,
and I still can't believe
you actually beat me.
And I'm slightly afraid right now,
ever so slightly,
that I was bitten,
until I knew you,
I never knew ladybugs could bite.
So, I miss you Hazel.
And trust me,
me and you?
We'll make it last,
through and through.
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