Remnants of the broken,
echoing within the shattered walls.
annoying.. unknowing..
you are hated.
pitiful... pathetic..
you are unloved.
dear young one, accept your defeat.
collapse, your life is over.
against broken shards of these bittersweet memories.
without pain. without feeling.
without love. forget.
you do not exist anymore.
muffled struggles within the heart..
the banshee's wails against the blood twilight.
and as the echos of painful cries fade into the night.
no longer do I exist.
broken heart, broken again
clinging to a dream, clinging to tomorrow
will it be filled with even more sorrow?
is there a meaning to life?
is there a meaning to fate?
if the end that comes, we all meet again.
life to life and death to death
blood runs down the rivers of fate.
and death awaits.
waiting for the souls torn from the body
waiting for the life torn from existence
waiting, waiting. as I meet with you once again.
I am so alone,
desolate in my own world.
I've lost nothing.
I've lost everything.
in my world that only exists to me.
then what is love..hate.. these feelings
that linger inside of me still.
where the voidness of life has now taken
refuge in this vessel that is me.
maybe that's what it is..
the idea of putting value on my life..
a meaning to my existence,
a ideal state of mind in the eyes of another.
in a state of contempt.
maybe that's what love is.
and my hate.
drawing from within myself
the bitterness and jealousy on others from others
wanting those who catch it's whirlwind,
to suffer my same fate.
as misery does love
on a canvas white as snow
a sudden flash of color,
and in that flash, was once a happiness of mine.
of you and I.
basking in the radiance of colors,
as if it would last an eternity.
the canvas bleeds,
as the colors slowly fade to black.
and we were no more.
the dimly light jagged lines of faded colors,
that's me.. the surroundings black gray white.
restless soul, bloodshot eyes.
catching a small glimpse of what's to come,
in this land of dreams.
mine, realized nightmares.
dreams..
i have no dreams..
so long that i can truely say i have ever..
been at peace..
dreams. hopes. goals.
shattered images of myself.
dreams, taken away.
hopes, faded away.
goals.. lost in a ocean of growing losses.
maybe.. yet so much more unsure.
the need to regain control of this thing that is my life.
but what is there that's left of it to regain.
given away what i am, what i've become,
what's mine is not anymore.
it became ours.
a something i cant have back..
not ever, by myself.
just an
here i stand,
before a pool of memories,
of seeing only us together,
that instance, of the shining points of our happiness,
gazing deep into one another,
promises of freedom, and of giving each other strength to overcome any obstacle in our paths,
promising through the gaze in each other's eyes, and the delicately woven fabrics of our souls.
in this pond I wade, where the water is refreshing, and every drop is given new meaning.
in this pond, we waded together.
but times have changed,
where memories of sweet innocence,
have become flashes of bitter sorrow.
you were my dreams, fantasy, and world..
now all that is with me, are nigh
Lost Thoughts of a Broken Spirit.
Spirit lost..once guided by love.
Now lost in a sea of illusions.
Illusions of being happy again.
Happy with you,
Only you.
Now only sorrow fills
This empty void of mine which you left me.
Misguided i am because of my..
Trust in you.. faith in you.. love for you.
Dont know how to be happy again..
Grasping at what little memories i have of you..
What memories..
Of just written text and swirls of color.
What memories..
Perhaps only just a dream.
Of all emotions.. tangible proof..
Of myself. and my broken heart.
Arguing if you ever loved me..
Think of me.. thinking of you.
And the only tangib
Far Away My Love Angel.
Angel of my dream so far away,
Your voice rings like heavens bells,
Although all I can hear is silence.
The mere thought of you sends my heart racing,
To where it runs off to, only you may know..
To go be with you, maybe.
Or maybe to follow the impossible dream..
That makes them reality.
And open my eyes to a silouette,
Of two beings. of me and you.
Locked in a careful embrace so perfectly outlined,
Of being held in each other's arms in a bond unbroken.
And i look at you.
Your gentle eyes gazing upon mine,
And you see mine speak words to your heart,
Of longing foreverness of being with you..
My lips sl
gently close your eyes,
and exhale the sighs and steady breaths from your dreams..
lying there so peacefully, so lovely,
that I'd want to join you..
to lie right besides you,
gazing deeply towards you,
to be moonstruck by your beauty.
Then,I as well,
send myself into the realm of the unconscious..
this trace called sleep..
to be with you,dreaming dreams,
if you are also dreaming about me..
so here I dream,
a dream of lying besides you as I am now..
gazing at you with a deep affection..
perhaps to fall asleep in this dream and perchance,
to dream this very dream..
of being besides you, and falling in love once again
with you
do you really care?
or are you just humoring me...
lying to me, saying you want to hold me..
when all you want to do is get away from me..
am i holding you down.. or are you just
trying to burn me..
or afraid i'm trying to burn you?
by pushing you so far, so fast..
you dont think i'll be there for you?
Because i'll be there.. i am there..
and waiting for you... only you..
shielding you from any harm..
holding your hand taking you with me..
scared you let go of me..
and fade away from my sight..
leaving only open wounds in me..
please just be a bad dream.. a nightmare..
please.. dont leave me now.
dont go away again..
here i stand,
before a pool of memories,
of seeing only us together,
that instance, of the shining points of our happiness,
gazing deep into one another,
promises of freedom, and of giving each other strength to overcome any obstacle in our paths,
promising through the gaze in each other's eyes, and the delicately woven fabrics of our souls.
in this pond I wade, where the water is refreshing, and every drop is given new meaning.
in this pond, we waded together.
but times have changed,
where memories of sweet innocence,
have become flashes of bitter sorrow.
you were my dreams, fantasy, and world..
now all that is with me, are nigh
restless soul, bloodshot eyes.
catching a small glimpse of what's to come,
in this land of dreams.
mine, realized nightmares.
dreams..
i have no dreams..
so long that i can truely say i have ever..
been at peace..
dreams. hopes. goals.
shattered images of myself.
dreams, taken away.
hopes, faded away.
goals.. lost in a ocean of growing losses.
maybe.. yet so much more unsure.
the need to regain control of this thing that is my life.
but what is there that's left of it to regain.
given away what i am, what i've become,
what's mine is not anymore.
it became ours.
a something i cant have back..
not ever, by myself.
just an
on a canvas white as snow
a sudden flash of color,
and in that flash, was once a happiness of mine.
of you and I.
basking in the radiance of colors,
as if it would last an eternity.
the canvas bleeds,
as the colors slowly fade to black.
and we were no more.
the dimly light jagged lines of faded colors,
that's me.. the surroundings black gray white.
I am so alone,
desolate in my own world.
I've lost nothing.
I've lost everything.
in my world that only exists to me.
then what is love..hate.. these feelings
that linger inside of me still.
where the voidness of life has now taken
refuge in this vessel that is me.
maybe that's what it is..
the idea of putting value on my life..
a meaning to my existence,
a ideal state of mind in the eyes of another.
in a state of contempt.
maybe that's what love is.
and my hate.
drawing from within myself
the bitterness and jealousy on others from others
wanting those who catch it's whirlwind,
to suffer my same fate.
as misery does love
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Lovebane - Broken
broken heart, broken again
clinging to a dream, clinging to tomorrow
will it be filled with even more sorrow?
is there a meaning to life?
is there a meaning to fate?
if the end that comes, we all meet again.
life to life and death to death
blood runs down the rivers of fate.
and death awaits.
waiting for the souls torn from the body
waiting for the life torn from existence
waiting, waiting. as I meet with you once again.
Love. Sorrow.
When you've been with someone for so long, making memories with them, building a level of trust, as you learn to accept their beliefs.. It hurts when you get to the point where you become ignored.. to the point of hopelessness.
All the hardships that we endured, did it all mean nothing?
It hurts, and I feel more and more empty as every day passes like any other day, emanating a self perpetual dark cloud over life.
A bitter sorrow thats become a nightmarish reality for me since the day I was born, every time something like this happens.
Those who can only be freed with unspoken words, is it their fate to be alone in this wor
I put my personal poems suit for display on DeviantART.
I had kept this on my own website or only shown to close friends.
Have gotten of praises for my writings.. so hope they are to your liking
as alot of quality of emotions were put into each and every one.
Miau.
Love my Love :)