Near the windowsill where you wept,While the wood still keptThe stains of reddest tears,Because, your wrists didn’t agreeWith the color of blueThat drained from the sky. Near the windowsill where you slept,And I’m still with the memory of a facePainted by sadness, despite my gladness,For…
Little birdWho weeps, and still creates songAfter bloody songIn her bath of red-colored water,As her garbs lie heaped upon one another,On the floor, outside of reach. I saw what twisted my vision,A hue in a bath of waterAnd it was the color of the sun,…
There is nothing greater, in my mind,Than to see myself lying flat,With a stream of crimson as my remaining color.Fertile, I am,In blood.And, to leave behind,All the water and land,New drops upon the soil, as other’s tears,For I’d care not, for their sadness,Just the dream…
Guilt sure is a sweetness upon my bitter tongue. A tongue that has spoken many regretful words, to people I’ve known to love. And I’ve grown tired of myself… I reflect in these thoughts, knowing that the pain is like building blocks to create a…
Hope is a well that springs eternally the warmth of possibility. Though, for each individual possibility, there should be a guide so that further loss is not eventual, and never inevitable. A leader, that is, should reassure the sorrowful that there is greater light than…
“Whatever fool had coined the phrase: ‘People who commit suicide summon up a lot of bravery’, must also believe in the opposite. That, ‘People who solve their own problems, face their despair, and face their fears, are cowards’.”
Pain, I have endured,And pain, I never silenced.Pain has always been company,My neighbor, my friend. Pain has always flowed,Behind me,To show me,The sands of a thirsty shore. The disease called pain,Has been my cure,Has been my reminder,To who I am, the miserable one. Fate has…
Oh, so open, is my heart,To the currents beneath my feet.I have fallen in love with death,And released the veil from its eyes.Death has shown me a profound pleasure,An old song of ribs used as chimes. Beautiful, though vainly spoken,What beauty? What mercy resonates in…
