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Out extended the unwelcome arm,
for my soul to take...
My shadow, with me, trembled,
knowing no way away,
from this inevitable ending of my own.
The pillars of my legs crumbled,
and down I fell...
~
The arm hesitated,
and to the side tilted the head,
from which came its orders.
Of golden bone was it made,
and its base disappeared
into the caverns its sleeve....
Shying from my sight.
~
The Robe was black
with a fine woven silk.
I beheld none but black,
and only by will
was any other sight
begotten to my terrified eyes.
~
Eyes of sapphire gazed down on me,
as my back fell to the ground in terror...
Paralyzed was I in the presence of Death,
But it made no haste against me.
"I am Time, just as history knows me."
He spoke as despondence dove to my ears.
~
To me did Death speak, as it always had,
but with gentle motion did it cry out...
Yelling to grasp my thought, as it knelt before me.
the leaves beneath it made no cries of pain...
as they were already dead, and decaying.
Again the sapphire eyes looked on.
~
I fear was replaced by cautious intrigue,
It brought the opening of its sleeve
to the opening of its hood...just beneath the eyes.
Ascended a rose of black,
whose thorns pierced the very air nearby...
whose image was of a dismal beauty.
~
"Human..." it spoke, "why do you tremble so?
My arm extended to your shoulder,
to never take you, but to ease your beating heart.
I never take, I have ever given.
Yours is a soul to which I give praise,
yours is a soul to which I give this rose.
~
A gift may you say, but from not I.
Beneath you is the dirt of the Earth,
gray with the ashes of history,
white with the sands of time.
Yet above exists the sapphire,
from where my eyes gain their comfort."
~
I hesitated, but above I gazed
to the blue lake of the sky...
The comforting and mysterious abyss,
of the only plain of existence I knew,
and back to the rose I looked,
to ponder on its dark and sacred image
~
"Through me is the road to the White Lights,
and the acceptance of this gift
will be your the omega of your time.
No choice have you in this reality or the next,
as time is the neutral force of existence,
and yours has come in my form."
~
Repose found my presence,
And from it did fear flee.
Took I the rose in hand,
allowing it to take me in turn,
into the blue lake of the sky,
where the year's of eternity awaited me.
for my soul to take...
My shadow, with me, trembled,
knowing no way away,
from this inevitable ending of my own.
The pillars of my legs crumbled,
and down I fell...
~
The arm hesitated,
and to the side tilted the head,
from which came its orders.
Of golden bone was it made,
and its base disappeared
into the caverns its sleeve....
Shying from my sight.
~
The Robe was black
with a fine woven silk.
I beheld none but black,
and only by will
was any other sight
begotten to my terrified eyes.
~
Eyes of sapphire gazed down on me,
as my back fell to the ground in terror...
Paralyzed was I in the presence of Death,
But it made no haste against me.
"I am Time, just as history knows me."
He spoke as despondence dove to my ears.
~
To me did Death speak, as it always had,
but with gentle motion did it cry out...
Yelling to grasp my thought, as it knelt before me.
the leaves beneath it made no cries of pain...
as they were already dead, and decaying.
Again the sapphire eyes looked on.
~
I fear was replaced by cautious intrigue,
It brought the opening of its sleeve
to the opening of its hood...just beneath the eyes.
Ascended a rose of black,
whose thorns pierced the very air nearby...
whose image was of a dismal beauty.
~
"Human..." it spoke, "why do you tremble so?
My arm extended to your shoulder,
to never take you, but to ease your beating heart.
I never take, I have ever given.
Yours is a soul to which I give praise,
yours is a soul to which I give this rose.
~
A gift may you say, but from not I.
Beneath you is the dirt of the Earth,
gray with the ashes of history,
white with the sands of time.
Yet above exists the sapphire,
from where my eyes gain their comfort."
~
I hesitated, but above I gazed
to the blue lake of the sky...
The comforting and mysterious abyss,
of the only plain of existence I knew,
and back to the rose I looked,
to ponder on its dark and sacred image
~
"Through me is the road to the White Lights,
and the acceptance of this gift
will be your the omega of your time.
No choice have you in this reality or the next,
as time is the neutral force of existence,
and yours has come in my form."
~
Repose found my presence,
And from it did fear flee.
Took I the rose in hand,
allowing it to take me in turn,
into the blue lake of the sky,
where the year's of eternity awaited me.
Literature
The Shades Of My Eyes
The Shades Of My Eyes
Emerald:
Treading along a path of healing
Within an aura of rejuvenation
Restore the strongest force of life
Renew these weakening limits of mine
Devotion has no means to an end
There is only hope and strength to be lent
-
Azure:
Just like the void called the sky
Even the clouds don't hinder sight
A storm could be brewing
And lightning could be striking
But there is no fear dwelling
Only a calm, tranquil feeling
-
Violet:
A rarity itself
An enigma that stands out
A peace that transcends
An energy that ascends
A strong person who is still only human
An outcome of living within the moment
-
Gold:
Like a stunning s
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S. Note
S. Note
Dear mother, dear father
Dear brother, dear sister
Don't worry, you still have each other
And without me you're all so much stronger
Leave me behind and let me go, I promise the days will get brighter
Dear teachers, dear counselors
Dear therapists, dear doctors
You have my gratitude for what you all did
But I hit rock bottom too many times, and this last one was it
The end of the road again, as if no one could have kept me from a coffin
-
I was not fit to live life
I failed at everything, every time
I sincerely did my very best, I really tried
I just could no longer stand feeling so powerless inside
I lay wide awake ev
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Bloodlust
They desire a longing
A longing for that tender sweet bond
The bond of the scarlet river
That flows from within
It is what keeps their hearts
Beating in their caged chests
For without the blood
They could not live
They are bonded by the rogue
Aspiring throughout their souls
For it is what makes them become
Identical as oath brothers
Crimson marks tear up the past
With a small river flowing down
Downward from the crystal eye
The eye of all things known
Emotions are only expressed
Through the pounding of this blood
That never ceases to be
Actualized deems
Their passionate desire
Bursts from within
To crave and taste
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For me, and for a few years now, I feel that Death is a beautiful process. Although it is tragic and should never be underestimated, it is still and always will be a given process for all of life throughout time. For myself, I picture it as a blessing that I will embrace when the time comes.
Symbolism:
Fearful shadow: the irony of the fear of death
Golden Bone: pure, divine mortality
Black robes: Cliche Death, misunderstood
Fine woven silk: Luxury of the blessings of death
Eyes of sapphire: a jewel of heaven, peace & harmony.
The Black Rose: A blessing seen and misunderstood as something bad and to be afraid of.
Blue lake of the sky: A comforting, mysterious abyss.
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Symbolism:
Fearful shadow: the irony of the fear of death
Golden Bone: pure, divine mortality
Black robes: Cliche Death, misunderstood
Fine woven silk: Luxury of the blessings of death
Eyes of sapphire: a jewel of heaven, peace & harmony.
The Black Rose: A blessing seen and misunderstood as something bad and to be afraid of.
Blue lake of the sky: A comforting, mysterious abyss.
Check this guy out! He's really talented!
Picture Citation: [link]
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beautiful!