GoddessofLight1985

Haze An indistinct dirty gray, darkening sky above the roofs. A twilight haze drifts above, on a sunless afternoon The misting rain falls cold and fine then stops, and starts again. Pale figures walking without destination. Black asphalt streets beside a sidewalk cafe of empty wet iron chairs.

I look out at the wall of trees, of oak and spruce and elm, and wonder what might lie beyond, what sort of wondrous realm. Are there ancient shelves of stone, standing free of time, or are there countless other trees, for creatures all to climb? Are there monsters, strange, unknown, living free and wild, untainted, roaming, cross the land, be they fierce or mild? But then I come around a bend, and I can now see, a field of houses, far and wide, stretching before me. Perhaps it is not real, this land beyond the trees.

With vigor Earth moves beneath him, locked in his embrace— he and she, together again for this brief season. She shivers under heavy breath; he moves upon her: swift motion grows ever swifter, and they move as one. Each is lost in the other's love, which the winds proclaim, building up to final release— storms before the calm— and then! White, like cream, it descends, spilling from above in a burst, a sudden flurry— in a rapid rush— and they sigh. . . . This is the moment. Winter comes.

She flows around stone and quenches fires her voice showers like rain on a spring night and feels so gentle that people misunderstand They mistake water for weakness and she indiscriminately swallows garbage letting words stagnate and pollute her She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do your fire is so wonderful and brilliant” and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone I want you to roar like crashing waves and let the world know you have t

Her heart and soul are given, willfully, in sacrifice to the one she loves. It's not an easy thing for her but she gradually does it, finally believing and convinced in herself that the feelings they share are perfectly aligned, like the stars, in hope of a gleaming future together. In this she believes, with quiet and open trust, and so it seems only possible, though a gamble at best, for her to give in, opposing all doubt. And though she fears much, it cannot stop the will of her heart that transitions to action, for what she fervently desires most is that he'll remember all she has done and is doing, and cherish everything she will do jus

There is no rest, the mind never relents, never ceases to draw new lines. The war is fierce, time left at a standstill in it's endless plains. Thoughts battle for dominion in a dance of darkness and light. Instincts and reason, needs, dreams, and ideals. Nights painted white with moonlight, and blank pages. Dawns painted red with blood and denial. And the War rages on. Solace, Mercy! ... Mercy, for the Creator! Peace, Release! Why must I suffer so?! The Muses dance between the blades of the eternal warriors. They watch, weightless, as the battle goes on, getting nowhere. They laugh at my misfortune, shrugging helplessly. Pity, at least? N

Silence in graveyard No place for timidity Haunting shadows rise. Wistful melody Soft spectral music plays Dead tears petrified. Moment of drifting Grave world seeks liberation Before a new day dawns. 2013 Delice1941 9th September2013

I want to forget the way you would treat me... but I don't think I ever will. I don't blame you, I blame myself for being weak and for not standing up for myself; I blame myself for letting you constantly stab me in the heart, carving your name into it; I blame myself for being a coward, for if only I was a bit more braver, this wouldn't have happened - I wouldn't have this sadness coursing through my veins, taking over my life. I will always regret running away - running away from you every single day. If only I wasn't such a wimp, maybe I wouldn't have cried so much; maybe I wouldn't have been so alone and maybe you would've stopped hur