Carry me.
No, hold me away.
from this ending.
So cold as I lay.
Hide my eyes
from the light
never ending.
Hold me.
No, carry me now
to my first breath.
Soft lips on my brow.
Open eyes
filled with life
never ending.
Forever.
In The Daylight
A false downfall
An unexpected revival
Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness
Life...redefined
Death...redesigned
In the valley of promises- I will fear no end
On the brink of weakness- I will ascend
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Roads of the toughest
Paths of the darkest
I conditioned my flawed limits
So fearful memories won't be paralytic
I had to raise my own spirit
Strength and endurance become so vivid
A chance for change / A moment of fate
A time to make peace / A brief feeling of creed
A sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakes
A secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incomplete
Pain and peace are infinite
Judge the wrat
Journey to faith's end by ThePixiesMuse, literature
Literature
Journey to faith's end
I was blinded
black matter invading my mind
visions of hell and thereafter
I cried for the so called Savior
I was dancing
an infinite waltz, a never ending battle
I feared the sunrise would hold naught
I feared to fall inexorably
I was naive
my faerie-tale sensibilities clouding me
always having been enlightened
I was fading
I am pure
filtered of the filth and lies
my eyes burn
away the divine truth.
I know you.
You know me.
these lines define us,
collecting our fates with intervention and desperation.
you used to chew sweet gum when watching the stars,
laughing with bitterness caught in the edges.
your eyes were always like gunpowder,
but rimmed with hollowed tears & violent eye liner & senseless fear.
You know me.
I know you.
your fingers were long and thin,
clutching the straps of your bag tight with unseen emotion.
they called you crazy when you were little,
and an abomination when you grew up.
was this where the madness began?
tangled up in your father’s embrace and scattered by the lack of mother’s care?
I knew
We are not just writers.
We do more than weave words into pictures,
Coloring pages, splashing prismatic hues with only black and white.
We do not just twist and turn imaginations to our design.
We create connections. A bond between reader and character.
We create pain, joy, rage, sympathy...for people who don't necessarily exist.
We create an escape. A way out of a world that is too mundane or too tortuous to bear.
We share the numerous worlds in our minds, linking lonely souls through the stories from our passionate hearts.
We are not just musicians.
We do not just recite our thoughts with decorated rhymes.
We do more than strum a pretty ch