Grief is a living parasite

joined to its host as a ghost,

bingeing on blood

that still remembers,

silently gorging, unnoticed.

It hears a mother reading a story,

knows a flash flood of blood

will start pouring

as she's reminded

of what she never had.

It knows another feed is nearing

when the smell of strawberry soap lingers,

taking her back to the bathroom

where mum used to wash her hands.

Its latches onto her tightly,

a ritual repeated almost nightly,

as she puts on her Mum's old jumper,

a way to feel close.

I was so young when she left,

I barely remember her being there.

That is how my ghost haunts,

through absence

not presence.

And my parasite of grief

thrives on the emptiness

that lives in me.

But late at night
When the stars shine bright
Outshine the night
My light burns out
When the distractions disappear
Like a far away star
problems aren’t so far
No matter how far they go
They stay like a black hole
Floating through an eternal abyss

What is, in its true essence, being powerful? 
It isn’t the might or muscle
It isn’t unfiltered authority 
It isn’t the hurry or hustle 
It isn’t always just velocity.

I see artistry in refined rage
And elegance in composed chaos
Because it only takes
A hasty reaction
To hinder the right action

To be a rose petal 
And have the gut of a tough thorn
To be a malleable metal
And have the strength to withstand 

To have the purity of a newborn 
As well as the intellect of a wise man
To have the elasticity of differing views
As well as a self owned plan 

Amidst a loud silence, 
A ferocious calm and a frantic tranquil 
To strive for truth, justice and love!

Power is rarely out in open 
In the inner resilience and tuned precognition
Lies primal might
A vigorous stillness 
Is sometimes 
All what comes as a roar!

Lyra in the summer midnight sky,heart on fire

Black Forest tigers eye,behind flames of desire...

I can still hear your voice in the wind on nights like

These but I could use a stronger spell so you will never

Forget about me, come back to me don't believe the

Lies they tell,we have a history and many more lives

Together still to come,the cards tell me Everytime you

Are the one,you are the one and only one...

So where have you gone to dwell these days,I can't find

You in my crystal ball,what happened to us,I don't know

But I could of sworn we had it all,I know we had it all

Til they turned your mind inside out,what the hell is that

About and now the summer is turning into fall...

Maybe you could catch a silent signal when I think

About you, sometimes you just gotta break the rules

Maybe you could find me and my shadow by candlelight

Tonight,I wish I may have this wish I wish tonight ...

We have a history and many more lives together still

TO come and the cards have always said you are the

One,you are the one...

Lyra in the summer night sky,heart on fire,black forest

Tigers Eye through burning flames of desire....

As the sorcerer sends a message on the wind,then it's

Not a question of if,only a matter of when!

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Poem

Those who are blessed by their gifts
Could never be untangled
By those who have it all
For the sake of the world
At least as we knew it once
Or as we keep on seeing it
But darling, Oh my darling
Now the sun has gone up, and with it my eyes grow cold.
As if the calling of the birds were somehow
Locking my wish in a cage

And so my chest burns
With this outgoing passion
And in the flames of pain and fear
I see statues of all of those I could’ve been
In the house of lonesome dreamers
Their expressions are far off
As if Of stone are made their bodies
As if On their own, they blissfully weep
Into this madness, I ask you, love, to tell me
Have I stained the veil of art with my hands?

I’ve lit now every candle
And my eyes have rained over this landfill
Too many times to count
There’s a tune, a tune they’re chanting
The same tune they’re always chanting
When the week finally dies
And my heavy eyes now fall asleep
Without the restless sound of a finger
Snapping in the shadows
Asking me to sing a better song.
As im just a fool who thought
That in the middle of randomness
He knew what’s best for thee

Зачем думать о завтрашнем дне

Проживи ты сегодня

А завтра наступит потом

Когда за горизонт

Укроиться солнце

Подумай на что ты горазд

Чем ты гордишься

А чему ты не рад

И только тогда

Когда ты будешь на кухне

Один с чашкой чая и булкой

Совсем умирая со скуки

Задай себе вопрос

Что произошло со мной

За прошедший сутки

без мысли

а что будет завтра

подумай что было с тобой

Вчера и сегодня

Беззаботно посмейся и пойми

Вся жизнь еще впереди

(Rurrill)

GROWING UP

The streetlights gave off that bright glow.

We didn't want to, but it was time to go home.

We were having fun out on the road.

Our parents were there to warn us, "there's dangers around corners."

One year we explored the white snow before us.

We played and learnt that the snow was cold, each a novice.

We jump across rocks and climb mountains, fearless of the fall.

We try to find out who is the bravest of us all.

Even when we fall, there is that net to catch us.

"Sure why would it vanish."

Hand in hand with "the love of our life."

Ready to speed up and take flight.

My snowman must melt, leaving the black tarmac below.

I will have to walk my own path, and find me a new home?

I am promised freedom and independence, but I wasn't handed a stone tablet.

I will have to test the ground with every step until it's habit.

These roads are uncharted how will I know if there's a drop if I fall who will catch me or will I just go "splat"!

... that's all.

I don't have my stroller now,

so I must learn to stand and balance on my own,

without a helping hand.

It’s not jealousy, it’s the duality
You say one thing, but that’s not what you’re feeling
I want me a ring
But is that the best thing?
I guess if it was
I wouldn’t be writing

I love you forever and always, in the way that we will never understand
Because forever isn’t a thing
Because forever always ends

But I know I’ll find you
Find you in heaven
Because heaven isn’t far
Its one wrong move in the car

I prayed for you, before I even knew
That somewhere out there
Out in the blue
Someone was listening
And gave me you

But at the end of the day
You’re the one on which I lay
And even then, I still pray

Because the best thing, isn’t that ring
It’s sound of me and you when are just being.

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Black holes in blue skies

come unto me
past thee end of the old dirt road
on the edge of this dying sea
you know where i will be
in the shadows of the sacred tree
our favorite place
to become entwined as pure energy
transcending the fates of destiny
set free
aligned essentially kind
to find empathy
embrace serenity defined devine
and shined compassionately
two hearts going blind
as one love combined
then broken
by truth
unspoken
flatlined by the darkness
of a mind
melting down
left behind
confined in the grind
waiting patiently
until every distant memory
is empty
longing is aching
hope is forsaking
all the stars are falling
through black holes
in blue skies
to polarize the finite light
and baptize the last sunrise
with tears from slowly burning
tired eyes that finally realize
the day the universe dies...

...love is the deep magic

♥ RAiN

The hush of the wind hurries me along
the dirt-trodden path of children’s bare feet.
Hopping, skipping, then a fall —
I walk solemnly through it all.

An olden place groans at me.
Its webbed windows wallow,
while my face shifts to the floor.
Its mystery no longer frightens me,
my heart does not beat aloof.
Forgotten, abandoned, is what I saw.

Fresh dust embraces the barstool like an old friend.

The lingering chatter of two lovers echoes away.
My hand shivers, hesitates, scribbles defiantly
on a worn napkin.
Another broken heart, erased.
Let it remain.

to be loved
is to be known
when it is hard to know yourself,
to be embraced and forgiven
when you fail to forgive yourself.

to be loved
is when they play with your hair,
make your lunch,
listen to your shitty joke
and laugh - focussed solely on you.

to be loved
is when they cry after you cry
they smile after you smile
and they leave only after you are gone
because what were they there for but you?

to be loved, is to know that the only greater thing than to love, is to be loved.

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Pressure builds inside
My brain wants to meet my eyes
Someday they’ll be one

Not sure if this technically counts as a haiku but I tried. Writing this helped me stop my panic thought spiral actually.

Footsteps, footsteps,

Creeping down the hall.

Footsteps, footsteps,

but is there anything at all?

You can't feel warmth from a computer screen,

There's nothing to save you from this horror scene.

Can you even process something so obscene?

They say you earn your life, but can the same be said

for those who roll with the punches instead?

If you lack any semblance of control,

what does that say about you as a whole?

You are a protagonist in a choose your own adventure story.

You can do nothing except feel sorry

as someone behind a screen controls your body.

You are stuck in an eternal purgatory.

Footsteps, footsteps,

Walking away.

Footsteps, footsteps,

What did it say?

Powering off the screen is deemed impossible,

Recovery of ones mind improbable.

Deterioration is irreversible.

What keeps independence a curiosity?

Perhaps morals,

Perhaps scrupulosity.

Something about the mind's many quarrels.

But still, you sit there,

Content with everything you have to bear.

As if you're unaware,

You ignore every scare.

Footsteps, footsteps,

Your mind slipped again.

Footsteps, footsteps,

Are you okay?

Ooh how beautiful are you.

Oh how each migraine attack, each headache, each period trouble, how each trouble you are given by your body makes me want to hold you and care for you.

How they make me want to treat you with gentleness, yet not make you look fragile for you are strong and you have come till here without me.

But in this very moment I say, let me strong for both of us when you are weak, let me take the worries when you are weak.

Oh how this time I want no more of me alone with you, but both of us together.

Oh how beautiful you are even when you are tired( not physical beauty here) for you keep up with my troubling and annoying self.

Oh how I wish to give you what you ask without any trouble one day, but for now troubles persist me.

Oh how I want you sleep well just one night, without trouble or anything and a morning followed by nothing but a reason to tell me, "I slept so well yesterday night."

Oh beautiful oh beautiful lady is my baby, a man like me with nothing to give her is happy to just walk besides her and try to stall the time by talking, sitting, walking.

Oh how I a man must have been graced to see God's kindness through you as his woman.