A book,
which pages turn softly,
tearing at the gentlest of kisses,
bound at an eternal spine,
unyielding to Time.
A story,
it begins, so the ink flows,
stretching across past,
through present, to future,
for our heroes pursue Passion.
A chapter,
new turns at every blink,
a exciting challenge to overcome,
lonely wanderers touch minds,
giving life to new Memory.
A page,
each different to the last,
no matter how similar,
wishing minds could make,
it must fall to Silence.
A finale,
all adventures end,
though the view may change,
they remain whether in thought,
or in Love.
A shelf,
the final field of battle,
for dazed eyes over which glance,
I write,
The words I cannot say,
For fear or guilt,
For those I cannot admit.
That time you asked,
And I evaded the question,
Purely and simply because
The answer was You.
I write,
In fear of what you might do,
Of your repulsion
If I spoke aloud
When all feeling subsides,
All but one,
I cannot abide knowing,
That I cannot have You.
I write,
Because of the guilt I harbour,
When you ask for friendship,
And I secretly lust for more.
For my strong heart,
Has not missed a single love struck beat,
Since the first day my eyes,
Met yours.
This is my curse,
The pain feeding on my very essence,
Inevitable purity,
Of the love
I must whisper to you,
The burden of my still painful love,
Ready, to be scorned yet again,
If only it would help my unjust cause.
You could speak to me,
As you have done repeatedly as of late,
Even though, you turn back to him,
Knowingly or not, you still break my tender heart.
I shall write for you,
Whether you still think to read
Or continue with your blessed and blissful life,
As he threatens me for responding to you.
I only ask that
You might read for me,
Take these words in your soul,
Know that my love for you still burns,
As bright as the day we met.
I would ask of you,
Whether the words you do not say,
Are your chos
To love is not to squander time
Wondering which once a stranger strayed
Can it ever truly be mine?
Not that beauty, that darkness made.
For Love is not to throw away
Nor to recognise as one's own
The testimonial that describes the say
The judgements of Love's tone.
For that which one may call a cause
Another labels a symptom, strong and sweet,
Across the hearts skipped beat, a pause
A flushed mark that doth bear heat.
Love is not a game for fools to gamble
Blinded arrow does strike, not true nor amble.
Small red breasted robin,
Silent and watchful,
From its secure perch,
Clutching the wood and security it wields.
Light wings flicker,
Testing the air and breeze,
Sensing every movement,
Waiting to release and take to the spur.
Opened wings catch little air,
Falling is imperative,
Then a flicker,
A flutter upon the wind's soft breath.
Free and weightless,
Birdsong fills the blaring silence,
Emptying all hearts of fear,
Filling them anew.
Delightful melancholy
Joined by another,
The one that was watched,
Spiralling and circling together in phase.
Rehearsed magnificence,
The grace of the fall,
Nothing can escape,
One will
Think for the ink of words,
Imagine them breathless in time,
Compare to the everlasting beauty,
Reach to all immortal lusting.
Whisper to the night,
Give caution to the wind,
Forget all that cause them wrong,
Embrace that which smothers.
Linger on their presence,
Destroy traces of mortality,
Accept the inner demons,
Remember each for their own.
Hold within life,
Distinguish the demons' love,
Glance into the mirror,
Overlook the flaws of sin.
Acknowledge the truth,
Release from tortured friendship,
Take that which forgets memory,
Listen to our whispers;
For we are many.
Shall I continue to live a lie,
As my world crumbles around me,
Leaving nothing but pain and strife,
For those who oppose to accept.
Shall I instead begin anew,
Run away from those who,
Against my purest wishes,
Continue to follow my dark steps.
Shall I forget the life I once held,
And forgive those who sinned me,
Take them in my arms,
Thanking them for their wasted time.
No.
I should not continue,
I will not begin again,
I refuse to forget everything,
And anything at all.
The howling demons
Of my past,
Calling me softly,
Closer, yet closer to their waiting claws.
If only I were to remember,
The cold knot of entwined ha
I know I probably haven't crossed your mind,
For months at least,
Though I hope you understand,
How often you run through my own.
I care not any longer,
Whether you feel the same way as I,
All I know now,
Is that I want you in my life.
Just another chance,
To be your friend,
To have someone like you to talk to,
Someone that at least once understood me.
If you even read this,
Which I doubt you ever will,
Then I know you're busy,
Too busy to take the time to reply.
A whispered word,
A single comment,
It's all I want,
All I need to talk to you.
You've run from me twice now,
I don't plan on looking for you again,
If you even
I loved her,
With all the heart,
That I could muster,
And that He would allow me.
I stayed away,
I had no choice,
He had spoken,
Had paired her with another.
Woe unto me,
I begged for Him to reconsider,
Told Him she could be mine,
That she could ascend to join us.
He ignored my pleas,
Cast them aside as vanity,
As ignorance and arrogance,
And threw me down.
I could do nothing as she left the other,
As He sent down another in my place,
To win her heart,
And stop her from returning.
Samael,
They praised his name,
Whilst they cursed the name,
They cursed the Light Bearer.
It was He,
He who twisted me,
Left me swimming i
I laugh aloud,
The thought of escape,
So distant,
A dream to be wished for.
After all,
None can escape the cold,
No one can get away from the clutches,
Of cupid's sharpened arrow.
My fingers,
Gripping the icy surface,
Feeling the frozen plane slip,
Letting me fall.
I've already fallen,
How much further can I go,
Into the open jaws of Hell,
Waiting for me.
I crouch against the ledge,
Holding myself against the wall behind me,
Never letting go,
I know where I shall end.
I hear the crumble,
The crack,
The gritting of the rock,
As I'm torn away.
I can't scream,
Something stops my voice,
I can feel it,
Blocking my voice.
A book,
which pages turn softly,
tearing at the gentlest of kisses,
bound at an eternal spine,
unyielding to Time.
A story,
it begins, so the ink flows,
stretching across past,
through present, to future,
for our heroes pursue Passion.
A chapter,
new turns at every blink,
a exciting challenge to overcome,
lonely wanderers touch minds,
giving life to new Memory.
A page,
each different to the last,
no matter how similar,
wishing minds could make,
it must fall to Silence.
A finale,
all adventures end,
though the view may change,
they remain whether in thought,
or in Love.
A shelf,
the final field of battle,
for dazed eyes over which glance,
I write,
The words I cannot say,
For fear or guilt,
For those I cannot admit.
That time you asked,
And I evaded the question,
Purely and simply because
The answer was You.
I write,
In fear of what you might do,
Of your repulsion
If I spoke aloud
When all feeling subsides,
All but one,
I cannot abide knowing,
That I cannot have You.
I write,
Because of the guilt I harbour,
When you ask for friendship,
And I secretly lust for more.
For my strong heart,
Has not missed a single love struck beat,
Since the first day my eyes,
Met yours.
This is my curse,
The pain feeding on my very essence,
Inevitable purity,
Of the love
I must whisper to you,
The burden of my still painful love,
Ready, to be scorned yet again,
If only it would help my unjust cause.
You could speak to me,
As you have done repeatedly as of late,
Even though, you turn back to him,
Knowingly or not, you still break my tender heart.
I shall write for you,
Whether you still think to read
Or continue with your blessed and blissful life,
As he threatens me for responding to you.
I only ask that
You might read for me,
Take these words in your soul,
Know that my love for you still burns,
As bright as the day we met.
I would ask of you,
Whether the words you do not say,
Are your chos
To love is not to squander time
Wondering which once a stranger strayed
Can it ever truly be mine?
Not that beauty, that darkness made.
For Love is not to throw away
Nor to recognise as one's own
The testimonial that describes the say
The judgements of Love's tone.
For that which one may call a cause
Another labels a symptom, strong and sweet,
Across the hearts skipped beat, a pause
A flushed mark that doth bear heat.
Love is not a game for fools to gamble
Blinded arrow does strike, not true nor amble.
Small red breasted robin,
Silent and watchful,
From its secure perch,
Clutching the wood and security it wields.
Light wings flicker,
Testing the air and breeze,
Sensing every movement,
Waiting to release and take to the spur.
Opened wings catch little air,
Falling is imperative,
Then a flicker,
A flutter upon the wind's soft breath.
Free and weightless,
Birdsong fills the blaring silence,
Emptying all hearts of fear,
Filling them anew.
Delightful melancholy
Joined by another,
The one that was watched,
Spiralling and circling together in phase.
Rehearsed magnificence,
The grace of the fall,
Nothing can escape,
One will
Think for the ink of words,
Imagine them breathless in time,
Compare to the everlasting beauty,
Reach to all immortal lusting.
Whisper to the night,
Give caution to the wind,
Forget all that cause them wrong,
Embrace that which smothers.
Linger on their presence,
Destroy traces of mortality,
Accept the inner demons,
Remember each for their own.
Hold within life,
Distinguish the demons' love,
Glance into the mirror,
Overlook the flaws of sin.
Acknowledge the truth,
Release from tortured friendship,
Take that which forgets memory,
Listen to our whispers;
For we are many.
Shall I continue to live a lie,
As my world crumbles around me,
Leaving nothing but pain and strife,
For those who oppose to accept.
Shall I instead begin anew,
Run away from those who,
Against my purest wishes,
Continue to follow my dark steps.
Shall I forget the life I once held,
And forgive those who sinned me,
Take them in my arms,
Thanking them for their wasted time.
No.
I should not continue,
I will not begin again,
I refuse to forget everything,
And anything at all.
The howling demons
Of my past,
Calling me softly,
Closer, yet closer to their waiting claws.
If only I were to remember,
The cold knot of entwined ha
I know I probably haven't crossed your mind,
For months at least,
Though I hope you understand,
How often you run through my own.
I care not any longer,
Whether you feel the same way as I,
All I know now,
Is that I want you in my life.
Just another chance,
To be your friend,
To have someone like you to talk to,
Someone that at least once understood me.
If you even read this,
Which I doubt you ever will,
Then I know you're busy,
Too busy to take the time to reply.
A whispered word,
A single comment,
It's all I want,
All I need to talk to you.
You've run from me twice now,
I don't plan on looking for you again,
If you even
I loved her,
With all the heart,
That I could muster,
And that He would allow me.
I stayed away,
I had no choice,
He had spoken,
Had paired her with another.
Woe unto me,
I begged for Him to reconsider,
Told Him she could be mine,
That she could ascend to join us.
He ignored my pleas,
Cast them aside as vanity,
As ignorance and arrogance,
And threw me down.
I could do nothing as she left the other,
As He sent down another in my place,
To win her heart,
And stop her from returning.
Samael,
They praised his name,
Whilst they cursed the name,
They cursed the Light Bearer.
It was He,
He who twisted me,
Left me swimming i
I laugh aloud,
The thought of escape,
So distant,
A dream to be wished for.
After all,
None can escape the cold,
No one can get away from the clutches,
Of cupid's sharpened arrow.
My fingers,
Gripping the icy surface,
Feeling the frozen plane slip,
Letting me fall.
I've already fallen,
How much further can I go,
Into the open jaws of Hell,
Waiting for me.
I crouch against the ledge,
Holding myself against the wall behind me,
Never letting go,
I know where I shall end.
I hear the crumble,
The crack,
The gritting of the rock,
As I'm torn away.
I can't scream,
Something stops my voice,
I can feel it,
Blocking my voice.
A book,
which pages turn softly,
tearing at the gentlest of kisses,
bound at an eternal spine,
unyielding to Time.
A story,
it begins, so the ink flows,
stretching across past,
through present, to future,
for our heroes pursue Passion.
A chapter,
new turns at every blink,
a exciting challenge to overcome,
lonely wanderers touch minds,
giving life to new Memory.
A page,
each different to the last,
no matter how similar,
wishing minds could make,
it must fall to Silence.
A finale,
all adventures end,
though the view may change,
they remain whether in thought,
or in Love.
A shelf,
the final field of battle,
for dazed eyes over which glance,
I've tried to move away,
Away from this anchor that binds me in place,
Away from all the pain in the past,
But I can't escape.
I know now,
As well as I did all that time ago,
That I'd never forget you,
No matter how much I try.
Is it so wrong,
That I can love someone so dearly,
That I never forget them,
No matter how hard I try.
That I ignore those around me,
And knowing that I lie to them,
As much as I try to lie to myself,
When I say I've forgotten.
Because I can remember,
Every single second with her,
Every breath I took in her presence,
And every smile that flickered across her face.
It's been ten months,
I still can'
As long as I still breathe,
I won't stop breathing for you.
As long as I still think,
I won't stop thinking of you.
As long as I still love,
I won't stop loving you.
My childish illusions,
Of love,
And of romance,
Are dead.
Life has poisoned,
That I once called my mind,
Left me to hate,
After all why should it care for me?
I'm nothing,
I'm no one,
I don't matter to this world,
I don't make an impact.
As long as I still breathe,
I won't stop breathing pointlessly.
As long as I still think,
I won't stop thinking in vain.
As long as I still love,
I won't stop loving throughout the pain.
To love her is to feel my heart leap through my chest,
To love her is to want to win her heart over all others.
I feel like nothing else matters,
Friends,
Family,
They mean nothing to me when I see her.
I see her green eyes and the world melts away,
My heart roars like a caged lion waiting to be released,
And I want nothing more than to hold her,
But I know I can't.
To love her is to feel like nothing else matters,
To love her is to want to leave everything else behind us.
I feel like she's the world,
Air,
Time,
They seem to cease to exist when I'm with her.
I see her soft skin and my head spins,
My soul cries out like realit
A single drop of rain,
Is all it takes to cloud a day.
A single drop of blood,
Is all it takes to make you a killer.
A single drop of love,
Is all it takes you make you immortal.
A single drop of hatred,
Is all it takes to ruin a life.
Pain,
Beauty,
Love,
Forever.
Forget,
Forgive,
Live,
Never.
A single drop of fear,
Is all it takes to make you cringe.
A single drop of pain,
Is all it takes to make you insane.
A single drop of knowledge,
Is all it takes to destroy the world.
A single drop of life,
Is all it takes to create death.
Change,
Dishonest,
Distrust,
Always.
Move,
Believe,
Lie,
I can't.
A single drop of
Inside This Messed Up Mind by Dark-Quill, literature
Literature
Inside This Messed Up Mind
Inside this messed up world,
Inside my messed up mind.
Words,
Constantly spinning around.
Random,
Crazy,
You,
Me,
Pain,
Monster,
Love.
Moments,
Choices,
Forever,
Never,
Always,
Inside,
Destroys.
They mean nothing,
Unless seen in the right way.
Never ending,
A stream of madness and immortal stupidity.
Red,
Black,
White,
Grey,
Green,
Purple,
Blue.
Lips,
Hearts,
Minds,
Views,
Surroundings,
Flashes,
Eyes.
They make me laugh,
A cold, callous chuckle.
The way that only I understand,
The way that I don't understand.
Hugs,
Kisses,
Good,
Sad,
Tears,
Thoughts,
Memories.
Embracing,
Piercing,
Byes,
Mourni
Inside,
I have become,
What I once created.
That,
Which I waved away,
As childish wishes and imagination.
I never thought,
Not for a single moment,
That you and I,
Would become one.
My creation,
A soul so sick,
A heart so twisted.
My pain,
A love too strong,
A mind too powerful.
After everything I went through,
I thought,
That just for a second,
I could live again.
Now,
I realise,
That was stupid of me.
Love,
Has left its scar,
Cold upon my aching heart.
And now,
Like my creation,
I seek only to make others,
Feel inferior.
Lies,
Are the only words,
That leave my deadened lips.
Pain,
Is the only wish,
That I
Blood runs through my fingers,
As my knuckles turn white with pain.
A picture in my hands,
The shattered glass of the frame in my skin,
The face of the one I love staring up at me.
I don't try to stop to stop the bleeding,
In fact,
I encourage it,
Take a shard of glass,
Run it down my arms,
Across my face.
Letting the blood run freely down my body,
From the cut flaps of skin which hang from my body,
I open my mouth and let the red liquid flood in,
Choking on the iron taste and loving it.
Loving it like I loved her,
Loving it like I know she will know,
She will know that I did this because of her.
Loving it because she won't
Even now...
So long since I last saw you,
Last spoke your name.
I think of you.
I hear a song...
A few mismatched words,
A imagery so great.
I think of you.
A flash of colour...
A sound so sharp and smooth,
A hole in my heart.
I think of you.
I think of what you did to me.
My Angel.
I think of what we once had together.
My Angel.
I think of what you have made me.
My Angel.
So why can't I move on fully?
Forget you ever existed, like you've forgotten me?
My Angel,
Like an everlasting beacon at the end of the dark cavern I call a heart.
So why can't I ignore the feelings that remain?
Ignore the way I once felt about you, l
To write,
Is to open a gateway to one's own soul.
To show others how you feel.
To write,
Is to express oneself to the world,
To let everyone know how you know.
To write,
Is to make an impression upon this Earth,
To be remembered by others after you are gone.
For after our bodies are decayed,
We will not be remembered for what we did,
But what we said and created,
So allow yourself to speak with words,
And allow yourself to create emotion.
Project your feelings onto others,
So that they may connect with you,
So that they can know that they are not alone,
And that you are not either.
Let the magic of words,
Carry you away,
I
To love is not to squander time
Wondering which once a stranger strayed
Can it ever truly be mine?
Not that beauty, that darkness made.
For Love is not to throw away
Nor to recognise as one's own
The testimonial that describes the say
The judgements of Love's tone.
For that which one may call a cause
Another labels a symptom, strong and sweet,
Across the hearts skipped beat, a pause
A flushed mark that doth bear heat.
Love is not a game for fools to gamble
Blinded arrow does strike, not true nor amble.
My name is Kolm Hex, I am an amateur writer and poet, merely interested in expanding what little talent I have. I really appreciate any comments, both criticism and complimentary, on my work, and watches are always welcomed with open arms and llamas. ;)
Favourite Movies
Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Killers, Nickelback, Snow Patrol
Favourite Books
LOTR, The Book Thief, Chronicles of Ancient Darkness
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