Are we all paralyzed?
Or do we just have
nothing to say?
No matter which one
you take,
It's still the same
way
We stand in a room,
Quiet as a mouse
No matter where
you listen, silence
fills the house
Now you look around
Searching for an
escape
Then night hits,
Like a stranger in
a dark cape
This is not a
surreal world
This is what we call
Society
The Black Rose
There once was
A girl who lived
In a delicate glass
box
Her world was
unharmed and safe.
One day a single
black rose fell on
top of her box.
She watched as
her world crashed
down before her,
and her box.
She wandered
the streets of the
cold, dark, real
world, scared &
unknowing of what
to do.
One day, just
before thinking of
ending her life in
the real world,
A single black
rose fell atop her
hands.
She watched amazed
And thankful
as she watched
her world form around her.
And her box.
Are we all paralyzed?
Or do we just have
nothing to say?
No matter which one
you take,
It's still the same
way
We stand in a room,
Quiet as a mouse
No matter where
you listen, silence
fills the house
Now you look around
Searching for an
escape
Then night hits,
Like a stranger in
a dark cape
This is not a
surreal world
This is what we call
Society
The Black Rose
There once was
A girl who lived
In a delicate glass
box
Her world was
unharmed and safe.
One day a single
black rose fell on
top of her box.
She watched as
her world crashed
down before her,
and her box.
She wandered
the streets of the
cold, dark, real
world, scared &
unknowing of what
to do.
One day, just
before thinking of
ending her life in
the real world,
A single black
rose fell atop her
hands.
She watched amazed
And thankful
as she watched
her world form around her.
And her box.
Response To A difficult Choice by CrimsonSeijun0, literature
Literature
Response To A difficult Choice
Forgive me.
I knew what it meant to you;
your purity.
I stripped you of it so that my mind could be at ease.
I left you hollow,
abandoned, destroyed.
I could commit no greater a sin against one I loved,
you were the one....I.....
cherished,adored,fawned,fought for.
I know how broken you are, how frail you've become.
This is my response to your pain, your hatred, your struggle against
all those thoughts that shred away at your sanity.
I...can't say I love you, I know the words won't reach;
so I'll leave you with I'm sorry, and this is my shattered lament.
You're lying so still next to me,
Fully clothed,
Only our naked hands touching,
I wish your mind was laid so bare,
Chapped lips,
Scrape mine roughly,
Because you won't kiss me back.`
There was once a little girl with flaming red hair and chocolate brown eyes.
Each night she laid in fright and feared if she saw the hall's light.
Then ran in fear if ever he came near.
He who was to protect her.
&
Perfection: Superbia. by addicted-to-l-o-v-e, literature
Literature
Perfection: Superbia.
you were a boy i once knew.
no, i didn't love you,
nor did i hate you.
i just
'admired' you.
just like every other fucking person in the world.
.
you were so perfect,
it hurt everyone's eyes to look at you,
melted every brain who thought about you,
looked at you, listened to you;
you were just too perfect.
and while you trot around like a king on a king's horse,
we crawled and slaughtered the terrors.
we made way for the king:
"oh, the king is here. the king is here."
we kissed your feet.
but you were always the proud one-
you were so proud.
and you believed that God
- He, mighty creator, He, mighty
Against the wishes of my peers I tread
The peacefulness I've found is quite a bore
The now far reaching compromise instead
Becomes nothing but an arduous chore
In silence I contemplate my demise
While outwardly I answer with a smile
Hoping no one will see through my disguise
And attempt to fault me for my guile
With heavy heart now burdened by my fate
I wonder what will come of this charade
I guess there's naught to do but sit and wait
And watch in disbelief this still parade
I wish for anarchy while there is none
And so I start my resistance of one
What if I am what you think I am?
What if I am really a girl that likes girls?
What will you do now?
Will kick me out of your house?
Fine. Do so.
I will go my way whatever you'll do!
If you don't accept me, it's your problem!
What should be wrong about being the way I am? Tell me!
See, there's nothing wrong about it.
Either you accept me as your daughter or I'll have to leave!
"Bare knuckle winter
barely left us awake or breathing
and your face
bruises too sadly,"
she said,
her voice
catching you
around the throat,
as she wiped the snow
off the porch
where your coat lay
in an angry
pile of water
and your little brother
tied his mittens
to the swing.
"Nothing can move
in this cold.
It sears the birds' wings
to the sky
and you can hear them
crying out
near the barn,
close to the potatoes
going black and blind
in the cellar."
You count the crows
pecking out the fence,
wondering
what they look like
under the ice
of the bird bath
and if death
feels
like the smoke
curling around her mo