SymphonyOfWords

You never listened To the words which poured From my bloodied lips, But you didn't need to. I would have done anything To stay in your warm, safe arms, But you threw me away, And that was that.

The knot was tied, But not how you think. The knot was tied Because of love, Not money, Not fear, But painful love. The knot cured the love I possessed to the extreme. It knotted the allure, And it knotted the shame. Eleven months led to the knot. Eleven months of kisses and love, But the twelfth never came Before the noose was knotted.

I sip my vodka, Clear, smooth vodka. With girlfriends at the bar, I drink away my fear. She whispers in my ear In a tone coated in humor. In my attempts to be fit in, From my lips the laughter burst. I pause, confused, To discover from where the laughter came. Digging inside, I find nothing. I find nothing in my hands, Nor the fingers or the tips. My arms are empty, Helpless and lifeless. I spiral down As I realize my legs Contain nothing, Not even jello. My toes will no longer Support my weight, And my feet are definitely No better. The most empty place Is the hole in my torso, Where my stomach and heart Should lie. Instead, sitting t

I write to keep ' My mind off you. Not to entertain, Or to aid another one. To be honest, not even for message. Only to help Keep the emotion At bay Yet I fail to even do that.

I lost the one I loved the most. Love is indecent. Once was mine? Vendetta and vengeance. Everlasting distrust and annoyance. You, though, made it disappear Out of sight, out of mind. Under the rocks, buried forever. Crock pot, troubles were stirring Among the reeds and branches. Long lasting love? No. Visages of love? No. I, though, saw past it all. Not that you could do that.

I  feel  an  itch, a  tickle, a  stirring, from a leg  that I  don't  have. I feel a  tremble, a  pain, a  rumble, From a  non-existent place. I  have  no  legs. No  arms,  feet. No  hands with  which To  grab hold Of the  tangible, The  existing,  the  legitimate. They  have  been  cut, Removed,  and  dismembered Away  from  my lifeless, pulsing eyes. The  eyes  that  move  yet, Flicker,  and  focus, On  the  real And  the  imperfect. Yet the tremble,  the  pain, The  non-existent  rumble Tears ruthlessly  at  my  eyes. It  makes  me see The  depths  of  that Which  isn't  there. But  it's  there In  my  mind: T

NighTale Written on Sunday, January 4th 2015 As Night lovingly embraced Sky, her lover And brought him down to her bosoms Man sheltered themselves and fell still; Not even their breathing was heard While Stars danced above, lustful Seducing before the lone, aroused Moon Without Sun acknowledging their betrayal Without Horizon witnessing their caresses Then what story did mankind hold? Too afraid to step into Darkness' domain Too frail to bear the cold Frostbite; Just hiding under the shade of blankets, shivering That no soul under the Heaven said a word That no tavern sang songs of the old For there be only Silence, her and only ex

A Young Love Story Written on Monday, January 5th 2015 The old man at the playground gave a smile Could tell he was drunk, breath so vile The little boy nearby wondered what to do Approaching him, planning no undo He then told me his beloved fairytale "I'm going to tell you one about a kingdom Hope you little prince won't fall into boredom." He then opened his old, worn story book Yet still so colorful it put him on the hook He read in his voice full with wisdom "Once upon a time, a Prince fell in love With a woman whom he would give anything expensive But then he heard that she was married The matter terribly made him worried For her was

Origin Written on Wednesday, Febuary 29th 2012 Editted on Monday, January 5th 2015 A man stood tall before the face of rising dawn So proud as if Heaven could not bring him down It was until God appeared by his side there Saying, "You shall acknowledge what you were Nothing more than a pile of dust on my lawn!

Careless Whispers Twenty entities were presented Worn and dressed with blue and white Their bottoms and backs were to tied to chairs While their finger bones locked their pens tightly And their hands hold the papers firmly Their eyes were scavenging the answers for the test Either from their own work Or from their closest partner's piece For the nineteen, everything was legal to do But not for the one Not for the littlest boy with short and black hair He did the test alone The teacher was standing amidst them Patrolling and roaming in the seeking of unfairness Her eyes were focus and sharp Examining every inches in range Like