Eve - ~Lovesick Lies~

((A/N: This one's a character poem that deals with my character Eve's inner feelings.))

~Lovesick Lies~

“I don't want you
I don't need you
This love's not even real!”

I tried so hard to tell myself those words
But even as it resounds and echoes in my head
I can't accept that

“You'll always love me
We are perfect
Perfect and happy...”

Lies I told myself
Lies I told you
So very many times
Resound and echo off the walls

“It doesn't hurt
I know you love me
I know you need me
I'm perfectly happy”

You drift on further from my side
And that's how I knew it would be
I'm nothing to you

I know the truth
But I'll play the fool again today

“No, this is all wrong
You should be mine
Just as I am yours!”

The words I choke back
Are swallowed again
And lies are what I speak again today

If you could see through my facade
Would you even care?

These tears I hide
Though they pile up
They mean nothing to you

Even knowing the truth
I can't stop wanting you
I can't stop reaching for you
And craving for your love
Giving you my everything

Truth and lies mingle together
Tears and a fake smile
Reality and deception...

“I don't need you
I don't want you
This love's not even real!”

“It doesn't hurt
I know you love me
I know you need me
I'm perfectly happy...”

“No, this is all wrong!
You should be mine
Just as I am yours”

Crimson Flower

    ~Crimson Flower~

 

 

That day there were scattered petals

And seeds to be sown

 

When light faded from sight

Only darkness rose

And remained ever-present

 

Betrayal birthed betrayal

And now

Bitter as a soured fruit

The seed has blossomed

 

Desolation

Deception

Subjugation born of fear

 

At last

To sever a thick thread

The knife was thrown

 

Now

Shadows blaze and burn

Sever light and lay

Dormant

 

Vivid crimson

Darkest black

A being of the night

A complex existence

 

To shoulder it all

Even now

There’s a single soul

 

Guilt

Madness

Rage

 

 

From these depths of turmoil

A dark red blossomed

 

Vines of roses

Dared to ensnare

A thorned crimson

Birthing seeds

And bright white blooms

 

Hope

Love

Redemption

 

A mixed white and crimson

Reaching toward something

 

Steps carry on

 

And can then two sides

Join at the center seam?

Can two stories

Create an ancient book?

 

A crimson flower

Bearing all

 

Hope and Hate

Redemption and Subjugation

Queen and Monster

 

Finally before

The greatest moment

A fearless darkness

Stands to burn

Through the cloudy unknown

 

 

Disclaimer: The picture above is NOT mine. All credit goes to its respective artist. I did, however, write the above poem. ^^

 

~Night Dance~

Night comes again

My favorite time of all

When all is quiet

The serene and blissful

The eerie and chilled

When drowsiness lures us to rest

When we watch silver lace clouds trace

About a coin-like white moon

When shades of black freely wrap

Everything in their embrace

And the pale blue moonlight shines on all

It's quite like a stage

On which I would love to dance

And throughout the slence

Voice nothing at all

But tell of words through only steps

How very lovely it would be

To perform the night dance

Alone on the most beautiful stage of all

Beneath starlight...

Lost Child

~Lost Child~

 

Shivering in a gray rain,

You've been lost yet again

In the depths of your sadness and pains.

 

Clouding out all the lies,

Take my hand and I'll lead you

To the sun you've lost sight of

Once more.

 

Following the distant choir of bells,

We will find the Sun,

As we walk from the land of Dusk.

 

For you're lost once again,

Deeply driven into despair,

All by the lies and fakeness.

 

So now,

Come to my side, child,

And I'll guide you to freedom,

Before you're broken apart.

 

The path lights in gold now,

Inviting us to take this long journey

That will drown out the pain

At the distant end,

After the finale of this tragedy.

 

Lost little one,

I'll guide you from the pain,

As it is I who is always by your side...

 
A/N: This was quite inspired by the song 'A Stray Child' by Yuki Kajiura
This is mostly centered around my characters Almaria and Marcia with Alma being the Guardian and Marcia the Lost Child.

Free Writer

 A/N: Too often, we try to conform to the standards of our society completely. Too often, people try to become just another part of a whole. All this because we've often accepted it as right. I've never really been part of that, or ever really wanted to be. I've always been 'eccentric', so to speak. So, this poem is a reflection on my viewpoints of society, I think you could say~ Inspiration for this poem came from the song 'Shoddy Utopia Policy', and every one of you should go look up the english version done by Rachie. No, really, do it. Do it now! Anyway, here's the poem:
 
~Free Writer~
 

Staring out the window blankly,
I watch the days pass on by,
Another thread tied in,
Another page written in the books.
 
Holding my notepad close to my side,
Hidden in my pocket,
I'm off running again.
Don't know where I'm headed to,
But I just traverse this barren road.
 
As the pages turn,
We leave behind our dreams,
Crushing them down with our realities.
 
"That isn't realistic!"
"Do you want to be poor?"
"You don't want that, really, do you?"
 
Yet I tuck those fragments in my pocket again,
Etching memories in the pages of my book.
I won't throw a single one away!
 
Isn't it a little too sad?
How do we so easily 'grow' and leave ourselves behind,
Changing to adapt to these silly, complicated rules?
 
I won't accept such things as 'common',
I won't repeat those mistakes.'
Happiness' is the goal I'm chasing,
Until the end of my book.
 
Running off,
I'll dash off through the rain,
Letting all the negativity wash off.
 
"Why can't you just be like the rest?"
They said
But wouldn't that be quite boring?
I'm a dreamer at heart
And I want to grasp at the thoughts just out of reach.
 
Writing down every moment,
I'll keep it all safe in that notepad
As I run down this endless road,
Chasing after 'Happiness.'
 
Disclaimer: Credit for the picture below goes to its artist. I did not make it. The poem above, however, is my own.

Immaterial Reality

 ((A/N: Inspired by Jubyphonic's cover of 'A Realistic Logical Ideologist' - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-eMXWAzUlg Anyone else ever think about these sort of things?

 

Note: The picture below is not mine. All credits goes to its respective Artist. The poem - however - is my own creation.))

~Immaterial Reality~

Reverberating reality
Surrounds us all once again,
Calling for a silent repetition.

Among the blurry crowd of countless forms,
I just walk on forward without a thought in my mind,
Feeling a bit small.

Aspirations and desires,
We chase after them,
But we're never satisfied.

What's the point then,
When it's all ephemeral,
A languishing bloom?

Ah, but reality marches on...

Sitting on a crowded bus,
Thoughts begin to race in the overwhelming silence.

Immaterial life...
Here then gone,
In the span of measured breaths,
It's the same for each and every being,
Isn't it?

Ephemeral life marches on,
Meaningless and void,
Just a simple canvas of white.

Painting conceived thoughts and feelings
From words breathed out,
Taken in and spit out again,
We walk down our immaterial paths,
So many lives insignificant to our own.

Ah, what a strange thing...

Complex,
Transient,
Beautiful,
An incessantly reverberating 'Reality',
But it's all such an illusion.

So, let's paint the void in a bright shade...

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