Downfall Angel...

And in this dark harvest of season

My life has completely lost reason,

For which or against to decide.

All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide

In sadness and in kindness

In light and in darkness.

In a boat made of hope

I shall sail to tomorrow,

In a winding hurricane

Made of treachery and sorrow.

There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...

Piercing, slashing though my head.

Starting somewhere in heaven,

Ending somewhere in hell.

Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.

Are the armies within.

In my head they are all thrashing.

On the heaven's and hell's whim.

To be light or to be darkness.

A perpetual array.

It's not merely my choice,

But the choice of the way.

It's an option of the voice,

It's a thin line of gray.

Is it a choice forced by fate,

Is it a pre-set time and date?

Or a choice to which I myself sway?

But here's our story anyway….

"Nothing that I do will matter.

As all things will merely shatter!"

All my hopes thus darkness scatter,

As it shoves me a decree.

As it simply wants to win,

And to just take over me.

"Have a purpose, bend the world,

Act out upon your wishes, and ______ will love you a lot"

That's what light then says to me,

Because it wants to set me free.

Winning slightly over me.

"But this cage of gold so shiny, it will shield you from untrue

And protect you from the odd,

Nothing inside its walls can harm you,

In your own little world!"

Whispers darkness in my ear,

"Only me you should now hear,

And with me you will survive,

And with my help you will strive,

And achieve your paradise,

In illusion's disguise!

With no hardships and no pain,

Every task you will then tame!"

The light sternly yells at me:

"These are lies as they can be!

If your world is built on lies,

Then yourself you will despise.

And illusion's paradise,

Will fall down on you.

Crashing, burning, dying, crying are your dreams

And uprooted is your tree!

And no longer will you see

Where to go or what to be!

When you face your final trial, what will the judge say to thee?"

"These are lies and mere dogma,

Based upon the fear of death!"

Darkness then just yells at me:

"You have your right to disagree!

Make a lovely pact with me.

I will offer you salvation,

No more fear or deprivation!

If you would me then just hear,

You have nothing at all to fear.

Since we do not have a soul.

There's nothing with which to pay a toll!

Sign here, over there.

In the name of pleasure and hope.

In the name of revolution,

Let your path be just a gentle slope!"

Its arguments are winning over me,

And thus with darkness I agree,

And so I sign the decree,

And with a treacherous and jolly glee

Darkness enshrouding, standing over me

"With the light here once and for all undone

You and I shall become one!"

And so, I enter into the storm of shadows.

As pitch-black as the depths of sea.

Become a mere castaway, amidst the weary crowds.

Consumed by somber, ashen clouds,

With heavens frowning over me.

A storm of ice and fire, dancing all around with a glee.

A ring chrono-storm encapsulating me.

Just like a stove turned up to high degree.

Tearing up roads, buildings, picking up debris.

Into the air it takes me.

My wings have turned to blackened ash

The pacifying, freezing fear taking over

My heart is covered in frost

And all I wished, is to be free…

Do not assume...

Yes, I Have a Penis...

Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),

that I am making a statement

about your inabilities

to open the door for yourself.

If you hold it for me,

I'll say 'thankyou'.

Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),

that I am underestimating

your earning capacity

as a woman.

If you invite me out for a meal,

you're paying.

Do not assume (if I defend your rights),

that I am belittling

the attempts that you have made

to defend your rights yourself.

If you defend my rights,

I'll consider you human.

The Walls of Unsaid...

Lifeless wandering,
Through the cemetery of the places we've been
Time rubbed out the paths,
Except the one to freezing haze... swallowing our world.


Mured in concrete, my dethroned Queen,
High above we once crossed our branches


Now you're reigning over ruins.


Stretched agony comes to an end
Bitter and resigned I'll go unlearn
To the walls of unsaid
The silent loss of ourselves...

Words

I found meaning
In words so unspoken,
And the places
No eye catches.

In the shade of behemoth movement,
Watching a life
Behind the borders of mind,
Without a breath or word
A reason to question the air above my head.

How I breathe
And am held down,
And crawl through forests
Still as the sky.

Release burden,
And listen to what was always there
Between branches and channels,
And breathe.

Learn from each
To know yourself.
And the one’s you would surrender it all for.
Continue with that emblem
To reaches
Out of corners.

Make the road your own.
Forget each curve
And listen in silence.
There we find answers that we only dreamed to know.

No Poetry...

No poetry was written,

No fairytales were read.

As if it was forbidden,

By the monsters in her head.

And all they thought was silly,

Was quickly thrown away.

By a girl who had to grow up,

By a girl who couldn't play.

All her dreams and fantasies,

All her fears and hopes.

Thrown in a bag of garbage,

Balloons and skipping ropes.

The teddybears and puzzles,

All had to retreat.

For new puzzles in her head,

She never would complete.

No poetry was written,

No fairytales were told.

Her eyes spoke of a sad tale,

Her hands were always cold.

She thought of no white horses,

For she was no princess.

Her life was about papers,

And secret loneliness

All her dreams and fantasies,

Would never come true now.

For she had forsaken them,

Without knowing how.

Remember how happy she was.

She doesn't even know.

The little girl she used to be,

Was forgotten long ago.

I write because...

I write because I can

I write because I will

I write what's on my mind

And I write that with a quill

No need for memory

Or any sign of sin

Just some words from my mind

And here's where it begins

I sit in a room of hurt and dispair

Maybe start writing about that girl crying over there

She seems so lifeless, tired and weak

With long black and red hair covering her face while she weeps

They aren't always right

They aren't always true

They aren't always about me

Not all about you

But they're about something

I'm yet to find out what

They come from my mind

Sometimes from my heart

I can write of love

I can write of pain

I can write of hate

I can write in vein

But one thing I can't do is say what I know

Because that young girl crying could ruin the show

The one in the corner with the black and red do

That one about the crying is about me not you.