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Baneful LullabyI can hear the soft rustle of your lips,
it feels like falling down,
There's that faint scent of your blood
from all the cuts made,
carried by the wind...
it shreds me to thousand pieces.
Some things never change.
And all I remember,
all I can feel,
is the sense of those scars under my fingers,
along with the faint trails of blood
from the wounds that will never heal.
Love, that is the word that hurts above any other...
it bites deeper than fangs,
cuts harsher than a blade...
It's a burn of acid on my skin,
together with the ghosts of your kisses...
Love, that is a shadow of the pain
that will never go away...
So what is there to do, really,
but to close the eyelids
and sink deeper,
inhale the poisonous shadows
and drown in the dark?
What is there to do,
but to disappear in the wind,
die in the rhythm of a baneful lullaby
whispered by the lips long gone?
Ups and DownsHe admires my work
but the monkey of his avatar
still scratches its butt right into my face...
what an irony of a double meaning
and yet, that is how it supposed to be, today...
It seems I turned the stars on the sky to move
in different direction (and then forget about it)...
It was a frivolous, out of the mood, thing,
done just because I can and
to try it out,
for a change...
I am the God of my own Universe,
and in the end, I half-liked
this scrambling of peace,
especially while drunk...
But the hangover coffee tastes blunt in the mornings
and dreams fill my crusty eyes too long
Blindly, I sugared it all with salt
and spent next fifteen minutes screaming
with my burnt, bitter tongue...
you got to love the way
worlds keeps turning no matter
but someone, please, please,
remember and remind me
to turn those stars back in order before the bedtime,
if I can only remember how.
The End, story IThe rain is melted steal and it falls.
She stands there, on the cold corner of the street, under the big red umbrella in the gray world and frequently shifts from feet to feet. Looking around. Waiting.
The skirt on her is washed so many times its former color can't be told. Patches, on the other hand, covering big tears and gaps, are multicolored, but all in dull shades. That skirt barely covers her pale legs, turning rapidly blue from coldness. It doesn't even reach the old, gray shoes she pulled over the naked feet.
Big jacket on her is obviously not hers, as she is barely visible under all the layers of fabric. Her tiny, white face is lost in there, between the strands of dark colored hair and the only thing making that face different from a mask of some sort, are her shiny eyes, alive and clear. The streaky traces on her dirty cheeks show she cried not long ago, but those are maybe just the traces of rain. It isn't detectable. Currently she looks just inpatient. Waiting.
Prologue to The EndUnder the mechanical moon, they sit.
Hand in hand, lost for the rest of the world, eyes glazed with the sights of future that will never come. The sky is about to crash.
-I know how much you were trying -the first one starts, then stops to clear its throat. Then starts again.
-I know, ok? There was nothing more you could have done. I want you to know that. Remember that -
Silence filled with doubt welcomes these words. Then it turns into a sigh.
-If I only -starts the Second and the gentle fingers cover its lips, preventing it from talking.
-Nothing nothing in the whole universe.-First whispers-What is done is done, and was done in the best possible way The paths of destiny just led the other way -
The Second frowns.
-Only you can believe in the destiny in such a foolish fashion.-
It sounds slightly annoyed or maybe, just desperate. It is time for the First to sigh now.
-It doesn't matter what I believe anymore. There is no time for that. There is no time
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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