ShiroKuro-Shinjitsu

The girl hated the cruel world. She wasn’t ready for the responsibility. Caging her cowering body with boundless chains Scorching a scar upon her glass heart She despised God’s present. She was alone in the crowded city. Hated the silence crushing the endless noise. She was thrown aside A small boat straining to stay alive in the stormy sea She despised God’s present. God believes that her wish is against the moral law. The others smile in neglect. Ignoring to her pain. Leaving her to be engulfed by fear. Piercing her dreams. Her future. She despised God’s present. His beautiful blue eyes like sapphires. His smile w

The eerie silence coaxing me Alone with my anxiety The shadows start to flicker The sun still gone The drops of rain tearing my bones

Back when the shadows hadn’t reached me. I never had to lie to the mirror Cherishing the compliments Believing the sickly sweet praises Back when the shadows hadn't reached me Life seemed much lighter The ugly truth hidden beneath the layers of lies A picture painted in deception Back when the shadows hadn’t reached me I could believe But that was a long time ago.

What is the opposite of fear? Maybe it is to have others near. Because loneliness is the hands of darkness Coaxing you into the blackness What is the opposite of jealousy? Maybe it is the promises in ecstasy. Because shattered honesty can lead to cobwebs of lies Until it ends in blood dripping cries What is the opposite of a lie? Maybe it is the blue sky. Like the birds fly above the heavens Into a place where we can forget about first impressions

Just because I smile Doesn’t mean I’m oblivious I also know the never-ending silence of loneliness. I too have scars burned upon my skin. Just because I smile Doesn’t mean I’m blind. I also know the crippling fear of being left behind. I too have nightmares caressing me at night. Just because I smile Doesn’t mean I’m naive I also know the uninvited shadows of guilt I too have painted my innocence black. – So don’t tell me that I’m lucky.

What if memories could be forgotten? I might be able to sleep at night. What if kisses could be taken back? I could forget you. What if your promises weren’t made of glass? I would not have known the tears So why can’t I hate you? When I cry myself to sleep, The night seems endless. I wish I could cut the chains that seek my blood. Then maybe sleep will comfort me. I smile as jealously tears me apart. Cold, fear, anguish. Leaving scars on my icy heart. If I could be loveless. I would not have to shed a tear over you. I would break the walls that keep me in. Knowing that the moon will always be by my side.

I am alive and breathing And yet I wonder why I feel so colorless. I hear you like scratches on a blackboard. I see the darkness engulfing me. I want to scream, to be seen. I am alive and breathing I pretend not to care. I feel the ice biting my skin I touch the flickers of fire I worry for the eyes that chain me. I cry carrying the words into the wind. I am alive and breathing I understand fear and pain. I say nothing, the silence tearing me apart I dream for a taste of freedom. I try to grasp onto the crippling pages of truth. I hope to wash the stains of death I am alive and breathing

I don’t understand, Why laughter could sound so cruel Memories scarring our skin Never-ending tears But most of all, Why we believe in unknown Smile through the moonless fog that engulfs us. Why we believe bittersweet promises of forever But I do understand, Why we fight Why we deceive Why we betray.

Summer glides in. Her resplendent dress whirling by her feet, Her tawny auburn eyes etched in our minds. She waltzes away, a hint of a lustrous smile, Leaving but mere memories behind.

I am Fear. Hopelessness. Deception. I yearn for the whispers of truth and the cries of deceit carried into the wind. Anxiety is important to me. Despair is important to me. Desperation is important to me. The truth is good. Lies are bad but can also be good for our salvation. My world is engulfed by the pretty lies. The ugly truth forgotten, fear infused in my blood, I am.

Look, my friends, at these blank pages These vast spaces, and yawning ages; Upon this canvas I will spin my tales, Through which I speak when voice fails. So long and wondrous a story Which practically begs to be told It promises love, honour, and glory; A tale tall as mountains, and almost as old. But it is only my place to ink one page; One fresh, new leaf in a book of immense age. A ponderous, wandering epic, weaved of blood, Time, and love; witnessed by eyes with tears aflood. Set upon me by cruel and benevolent fates, This tapestry of lengthy battles won and lost; Writ large and small, and yet more awaits. Things of immeasurable value

You have just become a shadow It is no longer what it was It is no longer the same I'm just a stranger I used to know I know that much has changed Just a stranger so empty so bleak so cold Nothing that is now really you You shattered and gone And now it's just one more person I used to know I miss you I feel that it is difficult we could still be friends But you simply forgot to live

She killed her love, in October, red-haired like the foliage of a maple tree. There cannot be Autumn, she claimed, without shedding of leaves.

Pure is your heart of gold. Inside and out, it became bold but remained calloused to the core. I wish you'd suffer no more. Beautiful eyes say you do. Beautiful eyes say that's nothing new for you, you tortured delicate. In heaven, pain shall be celibate, but this isn't heaven, it's hell. You make the hurting ones well by fertilizing crops in despair. You suffocate by breathing in air tainted with carbon dioxide, left by those starting to die. You're just a tree with dying roots, which still stands and bears truth. When darkness around me seethes, you are the air I breathe. Pure is your heart of gold. Day by day it grows old. Your heart of g

I think back to when I was happy and when Smiling seemed almost Natural. I think back to when My heart was first Broken And when I had no one But wanted someone. Anyone. There for me. I think back to when We first met And you picked me Up And dusted me Off And reminded me of What it’s like To be okay. I think back to when I decided that this Is how I want to Spend the rest of My life And how I’ll never Spend any amount Of time Without you Again.

         Tumble         Tuck         And         Roll.         Don't fall.         Don't let         Them see         You shed         A single tear.         Just wait.         Keep hold         Of what         Is         True.         Don't fall,                      Don't fall,                                    Don't fall.        

The little girl wandered the halls, unseen by patients and doctors and nurses. She simply walked. Wearing a pair of pink leggings, with boots that reached her knees and a black skirt, and a black t-shirt that was completed with a black hoodie thrown over. She had walked through these halls so many times that she knew it by heart now. She knew what room was where, where to turn to get here and there. She even knew the staff by name.              She sat down in an empty chair, next to a pair of parents who looked as though they didn’t know what emotion they should be plagued with. Anger and fear, heartbreak and sorrow were dancing acros