if i am made of everyone i have ever loved,
then you are the end all, the epitome,
and if i locked my worth in a dusted box
then your hands would keep the rusted keys
... and how could you have ever inspired such fear
if i was the one holding the fractured mirror?
GriefI rememberChildish doodles of wolves in classTracing dragons and carving stampsA childhood unburdenedBy the world I rememberNotebooks full of daydreamsThings to hide from parentsNotes passed in class and games on the playgroundA mind brightWith inspiration and promise I rememberA child faster than any otherCatching lizardsRunning laps and playing tagA body unbrokenBy time(Not) LonesomeWho cares about a crawlerhiding in darknessand choking onhis own pitiful words? "No words, no worth."That's what the rules state. Loneliness keeps hitting meexcept when he,the one who holds the knife,assures me it's better this way. After all I will alwayshave some company (like him)insidemyhead.Forgotten MoonHer light shines down on,A world that has forgotten her.A light that guided many,In a not so long ago past.Her ghost light willing still,For those to follow her. Her eyes looking down atA world that has changed.They see all and what,Has become of the world.Her eyes bleed of sorrow.Going from calming azule,To that of raging crimson. How...How could...How could the...How could the world...How could the world forget...How could the world forget me...How could the world forget...How could the world...How could the...How could...How... Once proud and brighter,Now knocked down by theCity lights and blocked out,By the pollution of the world.Her light still shines,Though no one cares to look. How...How could...How could the...How could the world...How could the world forget...How could the world forget me...How could the world forget...How could the world...How could the...How could...How... She looks down on a world,That has all but forgotten her.She, though, in all that she is,Has not forgotten them. Every night she still showersThe world in her ghostlike.Hoping that one day,Someone will care to look,And be marveled by her beauty,Once more. How...How could...How could the...How could the world...How could the world forget...How could the world forget me...How could the world forget...How could the world...How could the...How could...How... Her ghost light shines still.For all of those that care to look.She still waits,Alone in the world that is lost.Garden Of RotTheir ceaseless hate burnedOur souls beyond recognition,Let us bewail and bury theseCharred chunks to the gardenWhere smothered hopesAnd broken dreams lay,Forever decaying. May our seeds of despairGrow into the flowersLike the ones standing there,Forgotten and withered,As we were never allowedTo bloom under this dead,Old frozen sun. The only thing left of usAre our ill-fated remains,Emaciated hands reachingFor a polluted sky they yearned,Here we shall stay and rot,Thrown away from the worldThat never wanted us.TrainYou’ll be chased to your breaking point.Tie me to the tracks and just let it go.My vitals go off - they told me I’m screwed;My ribs do not feel but my hearing still works.No pleading will do as no one is here,I wish for unconsciousness; that it all were a dream.But I’m kept awoken by the sirens I hear.If this is my fate well then so be it.But my screams won’t be silent,And my death won’t be near.The Tiger's HeartOnce in the past was a time when they had not been aware of each other's existence. She came from a big city and he… well, he came from a small village. If neither of them had never began their own adventure, would they have met at all? However, perhaps it was meant to be that their fates got intertwined together. That was what he wanted to believe, at least. His love for her was so deep that it felt almost unreal and even something beyond mortal's comprehension. She meant the world to him, and more. After their hearts had met, they could not be separated ever again. Lately he had felt that this was truer than before due to his journey of trying to get more powerful. He had not seen her for a while and it was tearing his heart. Thinking about her, however, eased the pain a little. Even though they were away from each other, their hearts would still remain united. Oh, he remembered it so clearly. They had got along well immediately. She was the loveliest maiden he had ever met. There was something about her, something he couldn't really explain with words, but it made his heart burst with love. Of course, she was kind-hearted and beautiful, maybe even a bit silly… especially when it came to money. But she was his silly beauty. Together they became a perfect match. Not only with their hearts but as warriors and defenders of their world as well. They had fought against the Wraiths as one. In a battlefield he was a fierce beast who protected his beloved one with his life and she, a mighty spellcaster, would ease his pain with her healing abilities. And together, they were unstoppable force. Simultaneously they had advanced as combatants and practitioners of Spiritual Cultivation. They had experienced and overcome a lot of fear and horrors which regular people would never have to face. But these occurrences had only made their bond stronger. And together, they both became sages, which makes them one of the most enlightened people in the world. But no matter how much they developed spiritually, it was nothing in comparison of his love for her that just kept growing and growing. They had not talked about their feelings that much, but he was positive that they didn't need words – they knew everything in their hearts. Whenever they would stare at each other's eyes and he would hold her fragile body in his strong arms, shielding it from all the evil in this world, they would be in a state where they didn't need to speak. They shared their feelings for each other through their eyes. It was unquestionable that their love was everlasting. He let out a heavy sigh. He missed her so much. He longed for her presence, and wanted to hold her close to him so badly… Perhaps it was time for him to stop pursuing power and go to where his heart was yearning for. Then he looked at the horizon and started his journey back to where he belonged.