Six Seconds

Oct.31st,09

1:18am

6 seconds.

hold me

tight

tell me goodbye.

sweet smile

soft voice

one movement

one touch

one moment

strong build

too close

pull me in

perfect fit

melting in

heart remembering

emotion surging

too subtle

but all so there

6 seconds.

hold me tight

die inside,

...say goodbye.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ஜღ Silent Lullaby of a Lonely Butterfly ღஜ♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Tomorrow's Yesterday

Oct.26,2009

10:47pm

If there was ever a day I missed you, it was today.

Today.

Insignificant yet anything but worthless.

A day of tangible values;

A tomorrow of rage;

A yesterday of morals.

A clock lacking sleep and a heart hurting others.

A time-bomb of poisonous confetti that burn to contagious ashes.

The hornless bull sees red, but the leopard shows its teeth. The river over flowed.

If there was ever a day

I remembered,

I needed,

I loved,

I missed you,

It was today.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ஜღ Silent Lullaby of a Lonely Butterfly ღஜ♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Song Bird's Melody

Oct. 14, 2009

10:49pm

The torment of inadequacy seems to color the trees.

But this, this, is revolutionary to the beating muscle in my chest.

It compels me to wish I was blind. It streams through my blood with a thick viscosity as the dove and the raven fly as one.

What is this uncanny mixture of emotion?

Could it be jealousy?

And there in the distance, near the pond of virtue and the flowers of sin, flutters a tiny colored feather in the breeze.

It is the feather of whom is bruised and numb.

It is the feather of the song bird that sings a heartbreaking tune of inadequacy and suicide.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ஜღ Silent Lullaby of a Lonely Butterfly ღஜ♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Vortex of Nothing

Oct 10, 2009
11:55pm


There is an empty hole within me.


It is all too familiar.

It is dark and cold. There is no light to call upon for comfort. There are no reasons to tingle with delight.
It, in itself, is a world of its own.

I, unlike many others, understand it's existence.
Yet, I am powerless against it.

There are days when this hole releases sadness within my veins like an eradicating poison. It fills my being with the agony of truth, sheer agony, and insanity. It exhumes my hate toward my emptiness into frustration of an inhuman kind.
There are other days when it seems to absorb the life out of myself.

Those are the days when everything goes numb.

.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ஜღ Silent Lullaby of a Lonely Butterfly ღஜ♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ