Shadows Lurk
Shadows lurk in the distant trees
matching each step leaves me ill at ease,
eyes shining through darkness of lost souls
unrelenting torture their main goal.
Stench of death I am inhaling
walking faster I hear such wailing,
flapping wings swooping down attacking
up ahead I can hear them smacking,
taste of blood gives them all such pleasure
these dark creatures have found their treasure.
Awaken me from this grotesque dream
walking toward me his black eyes gleam,
feeling his teeth sink into my neck
what made me go for this late night trek.
My fate revealed as I took to flight
searching for mortals in the hush of nigh
Sitting beneath the maple
fan waving before her face,
she smiled as I walked toward her
lemonade to quench the heat.
She began to speak quite softly
as she sipped the long cool drink,
one chance is all we are given
do not make that fateful mistake.
Looking puzzled I moved closer
was it love she spoke about,
she told me of her one chance
regrets held deep within,
she could have been so happy
if she had stayed by his side.
Peering through a veil of moisture
reaching up to wipe a tear,
she always seemed so happy
how could I have been so blind.
Though she filled her life with beauty
paintings, music, and many friends,
never fo
Going Through The Motions by Ethereal52, literature
Literature
Going Through The Motions
She was going through the motions
her life seemed such a waste
filled with days of numb emotions
letting go seemed in good taste.
Her eyes had lost their sparkle
her smile had lost it's way
now she sits alone each evening
waiting for the break of day.
When did it get so lonely
the passion disappeared
she played the chords quite slowly
as the onlookers just jeered.
She gave love with her whole heart
not expecting a return
did he know how bad he broke her
how was it he never learned?
Her dreams extinguished slowly
as a candle without air
wanting to know the reasons
she had so much grief to bear.
She was going through the mot
A quiet aura of sadness
has drenched my soul today,
for a moment I recaptured
memories of holidays past.
Ornaments of green and gold
adorned each and every tree,
exquisite candles and ribbons,
scent of cinnamon through the air.
Traveling shortly to my childhood
remembering the happiness,
the joy of friends and family
the magic of Chistmas' past.
Hopeless Retribution
All the years of devotion
always there at your beckoning,
loving you unconditionally
no matter what you did or said.
Year after year I prayed for change
hoping your heart would be touched,
show me some love and devotion
reassure me, give some comfort.
Unable to reclaim my youth
my trust, love, and devotions,
revenge being impossible...
you, stone cold, and unloving,
I, unable to penetrate beneath,
you always surviving unscathed.
My losses unspeakable
my heart wounded and afraid,
trying to remember a time
though brief, that you loved me.
Still... I am proud I was able
to love.
Has he shown you tender
Comfort's Grace
The brush of soft air
traversing your face,
a hint of perfume
awakening senses.
Sweetness of loves known
memories of loves lost,
essence hovers above
bringing comforts grace.
Shadows Lurk
Shadows lurk in the distant trees
matching each step leaves me ill at ease,
eyes shining through darkness of lost souls
unrelenting torture their main goal.
Stench of death I am inhaling
walking faster I hear such wailing,
flapping wings swooping down attacking
up ahead I can hear them smacking,
taste of blood gives them all such pleasure
these dark creatures have found their treasure.
Awaken me from this grotesque dream
walking toward me his black eyes gleam,
feeling his teeth sink into my neck
what made me go for this late night trek.
My fate revealed as I took to flight
searching for mortals in the hush of nigh
Sitting beneath the maple
fan waving before her face,
she smiled as I walked toward her
lemonade to quench the heat.
She began to speak quite softly
as she sipped the long cool drink,
one chance is all we are given
do not make that fateful mistake.
Looking puzzled I moved closer
was it love she spoke about,
she told me of her one chance
regrets held deep within,
she could have been so happy
if she had stayed by his side.
Peering through a veil of moisture
reaching up to wipe a tear,
she always seemed so happy
how could I have been so blind.
Though she filled her life with beauty
paintings, music, and many friends,
never fo
Going Through The Motions by Ethereal52, literature
Literature
Going Through The Motions
She was going through the motions
her life seemed such a waste
filled with days of numb emotions
letting go seemed in good taste.
Her eyes had lost their sparkle
her smile had lost it's way
now she sits alone each evening
waiting for the break of day.
When did it get so lonely
the passion disappeared
she played the chords quite slowly
as the onlookers just jeered.
She gave love with her whole heart
not expecting a return
did he know how bad he broke her
how was it he never learned?
Her dreams extinguished slowly
as a candle without air
wanting to know the reasons
she had so much grief to bear.
She was going through the mot
A quiet aura of sadness
has drenched my soul today,
for a moment I recaptured
memories of holidays past.
Ornaments of green and gold
adorned each and every tree,
exquisite candles and ribbons,
scent of cinnamon through the air.
Traveling shortly to my childhood
remembering the happiness,
the joy of friends and family
the magic of Chistmas' past.
Greetings from BelfastOh.. update over so long time.. I have been so busy now when I am exchange student here at Belfast.. I love the city. I have met great people.. many local students, many international and some great local people. I have been on many great places (like Giant Gauseway, Stormont and Clonard Monastery).. seen things I never expected.. oh.. It has been great 1.5 months and it is going to be even greater year but the school, work and all the discovering takes so much time.. I have one piece ready to upload and calendar is on work (and should be up soon).. so.. things to wait.. Until then.. what else can I say: I will keep runn
They haunt me incessantly
dripping of pity and guilt
no response can satisfy
always questioning why.
Cruel and incriminating
incapable of giving
he considered me his whore
no matter how hard I tried
giving all my love for years
his emotions never wavered.
"Suffer the little children"
the babies he neglected
I see your sad little eyes
wanting to be held and loved
lost in the realm of shadows
to wander forevermore.
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