the sandy ocean bottom,
now merely a memory as distant
as the shore I was cut adrift from
during the storm you promised
to hold me through,
that used to tease
the soles of my feet
with the grains of false hopes
whose touch was as faint as
the love letter I carved to you
at the point where
the waves kiss the beach,
now beckons me with
the promise of shelter in her collection
of shipwrecks and ghosts of coral
that have almost forgotten
what it was like to be
the colour of a dreamer's thoughts.
I'm tired of keeping myself afloat
when all I see are the eyes
that once up on a time marvelled
at my stars, now turned in awe
to admire your n
the eyes are not a window,
but rather a reflection of the soul,
whose secrets and shadows are crystallised
in the cracks and tears of stained glass windows
that are a colourful facade but also
a greenhouse of sadness.
sheltered within are the broken flowers
you've collected in the gardens of others,
and you love them for it because it's easier
than loving the wilting petals within yourself.
midnight ramblings by evil-innocence-16, literature
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midnight ramblings
you'll never know me at 2am
when the facade finally fades
and the bleeding pieces of a shattered heart
are laid bare upon a tear stained pillow.
you'll never see the bottomless void
overflowing yet completely numbed of all emotion
consuming, surrounding and teasing me
with false illusions that if I only
dance too close to the edge and
surrender myself to the demons that torment
the vulnerable points of my subconscious
will this young and wearied soul be at ease.
the memory of summer by evil-innocence-16, literature
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the memory of summer
the sighs of the world as it settles into winter hibernation
carry with it the memory of warm summer breezes
and the echo of wishful promises whispered into still nights.
the skies weep for the fall of a burning star extinguished by time
whose fiery beauty outweighs its destruction of young souls
now covered in the scars and burns of a lost love.
but now we wake to the reality of broken city lights
where your only company is the cold stares of strangers
and the dying hope that the sun will remember to rise.
the little marionette by evil-innocence-16, literature
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the little marionette
There's a little marionette going through the motions
pull the strings and she obeys.
Her mouth sewn shut into a smile;
for now, mute she must stay.
But if you look real close
you'll see the glass tears roll from her eyes
as she counts down to the day
she'll cut the strings and fly.
And only then will you realise
that your precious doll is long gone,
she's chained but far beyond your reach
and when she leaves you'll be forgotten.
there's a crushing sadness
surrounding you, engulfing you,
penetrating you; not your own
but the world's.
it's scattered a million
glass shards of thoughts and emotions
into your heart, so strong
and destructible in their fragility;
and you no longer want
to feel any more so you give in
to that moment before the fall,
when you're caught between
missing life and knowing
it'll be better over
Phases of the moon by evil-innocence-16, literature
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Phases of the moon
It's a lonely life the moon doth lead -
to be adored in the spotlight
but backstage is a deep sadness unseen.
Don't worry darling, don't be shy;
scatter among the stars your broken pieces.
I promise to be as gentle as a summer's breeze
and piece them into constellations with butterfly kisses.
I remember when you whispered forever and always
so I'll return the promise you made me;
let me hold you in my sunshine eyes
'cause baby I'll love you into infinity.