I have a secret
I always keep it near me
So close that I can
Always hear it.
So smooth,
Just like my heart
Beating slowly.
It tends to lean
And try to escape
But it never does,
It goes back in
And stays with me
Always with me.
But then,
Someone calls it
And it leans so much
That I can feel
Every single heartbeat
Striking in my chest.
Funny though,
That I always feel sad
When it comes back in.
In the midnight hour,
Magic and mystery meet,
Pixie dust and fragrant flowers,
The recipe for the sweetest treat.
Add a sprinkle of love,
Just for good measure,
A gift from above,
An angel's treasure.
F is for ferocious, a hunter of the night,
E is for enticing, a seductive invite.
L is for lithe, elegance and speed,
I is for intriguing, a mystery indeed.
N is for nonchalant, mild as you please,
E is for exuberant, joyful as can be.
Felines, brighter than any night star,
Truly the Earth's masterpieces they are.
I’ve always believed in fairy tales. Believed that if I wished hard enough, I could have my own Cinderella ending. Yet it seems that fate has tampered with my life once again because all I feel is pain.
Like Cinderella’s impossible tasks, day by day, my heart works in the same rhythm. Every minute that I cry and shed tears that shouldn’t be shed, I break off a piece of my heart, leaving it running through my bloodstream. I clutch my chest and round my back and let the tears and cries of anguish flow freely, because I know that no one will ever hear me and that is the only time I’m ever safe.
Strong warrior by morn and weakling by night, I’m no superhero. I can only mask my feelings well enough through the day before I have to conceal myself in the dark shadows that lurk on the walls - just dark enough to conceal my fear, my pain and the things that make me want to stop living. To stop breathing. And maybe then, just maybe, my heart, could be whole.
What is God's meaning? Why do we face pain? God granted us freewill, to make our own choices and face our own consequences, but I never wanted to feel this pain. Nothing is ever worth this.
Sorrow owns these
Deep black eyes,
From many tears,
And many tries
To forget the past,
The wretched pain
That haunts my soul
And burns my veins.
But with my friends,
I will survive,
There's newfound hope
Within these eyes.
I now can clearly see,
T'was just a Painful Memory.
With two frosted eyes that cannot see,
A gumdrop nose that cannot breathe,
A candy mouth that holds no words,
A mind with thoughts that will never be heard.
A body sculpted with patience and care,
With flour and spices and sugar to spare,
A gummy coat that can't be worn,
It has a life but wasn't born.
A face forever in a grin,
It's not alive - and has never been.
The wolf dips his head in a silent salute
And the moon bathes the night in a powder grey suit.
As the night falls, the wild awakens,
To feed off of fear, so cursed the forsaken.
Light battles darkness though darkness shall win,
And the hunter stalks prey with no conscience of sin,
But as the Sun rises, as the Sun must,
The evil, so strong, will be turned into dust.
But the day will come when the dead will rise,
Painting pictures of horror in every soul's eyes.