Saturday, November 23, 2013

Sun and Moon

He looks to her and says
"I ask myself each day,
How am I supposed to live without you?
You are Mine,
And always will be...
But I am little more than a peasant in the presence of a Goddess.
You are the Moon,
I look up and see your out most beauty,
And just wish and want 
I consider myself lucky to know you...
Why do you run?"
She looks to him and cries
"You are the sun.
Without your light,
My world will no longer exist.
You think you are a peasant?
I am a beggar,
I beg that you see you are more,
That I am less,
And know True the words I speak!"
The Moon sees Darkness surrounding it,
and believes she too is a Darkness,
Never seeing the Light she casts,
Hoping only to meet with the Sun,
She only knows the Cold of the Midnight Sky,
And Longs for the Suns Warm Rays.
The Sun see all the Light,
And believes it dull,
Always knowing that it will be the same.
Loving His time with the Moon,
Because he knows she is Dark,
And longs for the Knowledge that he warms her.
Each year they wait,
The Moon growing and shrinking in her impatience,
And each morning Fading out of View...
The Sun beaming brilliantly,
But each night he weeps crimson tears for his Beloved
Both just await the few days they can intercede,
And be Together.
This is not a Tale of Love,
But Rather Sorrow,
For the Sun and Moon rarely meet,
But when they do the Whole world watches in Awe,
Because the Beauty of the sight ...
Is more than we mere Mortals can compreheand

Monday, November 11, 2013


I’m alone here.
No one sees me - but I see them.
They do not realize I’m here,
it makes me feel sick.
What have I done to deserve this fate?
 Invisibility may seem wonderful to some,
but truly…It’s like dying slowly and painfully-
Your blood sluggishly leaving your body,
it makes you feel cold and alone.
It hurts.
The worst part is no one knows that it’s happening.
I could really be dead and they wouldn’t know the difference.
All I wanted was to find love…
But how can I when I’m not actually there?
I’d love to be seen, heard or even despised…
Something, ANYTHING!
What have I done?
When did this all start?
I just wish I had some answers
for some of the questions doing Olympics in my head but that might just give me more inquiries.
Am I worthless?
 I didn’t realize how much of a burden
 I was. I’m so stupid!
Am I really as pathetic as I feel?
 Or is it worse?
I’d give anything to be held tenderly and treated as though I were something precious.
 I want to be the princess-
the one who rides off into the sunset on the back of my True Loves’ white horse.
Is it not right?
If not then please forgive me, I don’t know what I was thinking!
I know I’m nothing special, but can one not hope?
Is this not the twenty-first century?
Dreams are the same as the weather-
try as we might, we cannot change them.
I just wish I COULD,
at least then I wouldn’t feel so bad about wanting something I can’t have.


Even though He could have Princesses and Sleeping Beauties,
He still chose Her.
What is so special about Her that He stays?
She is nothing,
but yet he sees perfection that was never there,
and like the Itsy-Bitsy Spider he keeps climbing up the spout
because each time he falls boosts his determination.
He is fighting a losing battle,
trying over and over to put Humpty Dumpty back together
when not even the Kings men could.
He is fights a war that He cannot win.

She is broken.
More than even She realizes.
She hides behind smiles and laughs but at midnight,
Her heart cries to the ear-shattering silence.
Why bother?
Why cry when no one can hear?
She believes he is a Prince,
and she is a beggar at worst.
He says she is a Queen,
and thinks himself a glorified peasant.
Neither believes they deserve a happy ending,
but both do.
They have been through too much,
and need each other, but she is closed.
To everyone.
Theirs is a tragic Fairy-Tale…
for when you don’t give something the belief it needs to survive,
it quits trying to live.

Leave me

What is Pain?
It’s the suffering,
Or distress of the body,
Or mind,
As due to Injury or Abuse.

It’s a feeling most felt by people today.
They say that Time heals wounds,
But Time is just an undefined annoyance.

What is Hatred?
It’s an intense dislike,
Aversion, or Hostility.

I’m doing my best- To avoid those who dance in the Flames of Hatred, and force the Air of Pain on those they don’t like.
I wait in the Abyss of Night, praying that they don’t find me, the moons silvery-pale light my only way to see.
What happened? To those feelings of Safety and Security, that I used to feel around you? Now, I’m terrified to even be in the same room as you.

Why do you hate me? Did I do something wrong? How can I fix it?
All these inquiries going off like bullets in my brain. When will it stop? I just don’t want to feel the pain anymore. Can I go numb instead?

I can’t stand the fact- That my heart is dust on my diaphragm, my rib cage has caved in, and my lungs have shrunk to the size of corn.

It hurts to breath. When will I learn to keep my mouth shut? Even after all this time, I feel nothing but torment.
I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it. I was… Dared to say it! Please… Come back.

My life is nothing but Drama. I feel so alone here. No one see me, but I see them. They don’t realize I’m here, and it makes me sick. What have I done to deserve this fate?

The color around me is fading, replaced by a dull black and white. I no longer care about anything.
Is this Hell? I should have listened- When I was told that there was no such thing as ‘Happy Endings’. At least then, I wouldn’t feel the ache of loss.

We would still be friends. I should have expected this, seen it coming, but no one ever does.
Gods I feel so stupid! OF COURSE you wouldn’t feel the same. People don’t get together for love these days.

The world is all about Sex and Power! I’m not good enough for anyone, so why would I think this time is different.
I cry myself to sleep every night, because I was the idiot who thought Love could exist.
It makes me feel like a hypocrite- When I tell people to stay strong, and I’m weaker than them.

I wish you didn’t do this to me, make me feel safe, only to hurt me. I can’t take it anymore.
WHAT DID I DO?! Did I say too much? I AM SORRY! I wish my mouth had a backspace, But it doesn’t.

I can’t undo whatever made you want to avoid me, but I’m not a disease. Please come back. I still want to be friends…If you’ll allow it.
I won’t bring it up again, I swear! Just don’t leave me, because I can’t take it.

I know that I’m nothing special, but can one not hope? Is this not the 21st century? Can I not dream?
I don’t get it. What am I to you? I feel like this is all a game, And you’re playing me. Is that it?

I hate this! You’re everywhere. Even in my dreams. What’s worse, Is that dreams are like the weather- Try as you might, you can’t change it. I just wish I COULD change mine, Then I wouldn’t feel so bad, about wanting something I can never have. But, why do I care?