It cries, it dies, it ***** with me
I think too much, think too little
Does too much, does too little,
Feels less human, feels more like living

Speed it wants where life is too slow,
Black as the darkest night,
White as the softest snow
Calmness it likes,
Disaster it likes more
Hating itself and loving others
Needs their thoughts but yearning its own

Hard as stone
But falter like a new born bird,
In a rain of hell, fire of broken ash
Covered gray...

It does like hearts
It wants heart,
and maybe someday,
I will : feel, be happy, be content an be

Alive.

Your presence is of the essence
Of a charming chamber violin
Like when you speak words
-That disappears unheard-
It warmly unravels my nerves
And makes me love in silence

Wholly my being afloat since when
The time in the beat was mutually spent
A promise upon the dance of two
A present to me, with harmony from you
Stunned soundly by this melody of mine
With its enchantment so purely sublime
This beautiful song that is made for two
With sacred hands by me and you

This violin sings as angels cry
That presence has no alibi
No orchestra to accompany
Her lonely wistful melody
Like a serenade to a haunted room
About love, given to her beautiful doom
Seems only time can take away
The lonely echo we left that day
Only dreams can tell us when
We'll hear the song we love again

Embracing a season of dreams
In the flesh of the past, born to tears
It's not as harsh as it seems
Hard to find what it means

Determined desire in a sterile sky
Another day passes with heavy feet
Darkness of despair informs my eye
That it is here where differences meet

My heart dries beneath my *******
By a fragile voice
that leaves me no choice-
But to gather tears in my chest

Memory as witness to the bitter shapes of yesterday
Forms wounded words with most of the say
Forms shadows that inhabit my silence
As the hidden pulse of my existence

Your eyes will ever possess my breath
Deeper than the grave, darker than death
A mourning sound from the pale-lipped moon;
"My dear child, you died too soon..."

Peering deep into a mirror untrue,
Showing one part me, one part you
Shatter the mirror to change my face
Or at least settle chaos into grace

But if very piece has a place
It wont change the way this face betrays
The human being behind the name

Lead astray by our past that still shouts
A sickness i wish i could live without
A thickness we can both warn others about
One that keeps all the rays of sunlight out

Resembling the bruise that keeps me from you
even a mirror seems incapable of showing the truth
Feels like the entire universe is just a lie too
I sink into twilight in the red afternoon

So Descend the darkened stairways of my heart
If you can break through all the knotted parts,
Manoeuvre  not to trip  as my heartbeat quickens,
Manage to breathe while my  blood slowly thickens
And you'll find it there on the shelf, unsung
Tucked away like all the things we've never done
You kan take it all and i wont spoil your fun
A small sacrifice for the hate we've become
Through which ill remain ever so slightly insane
Seduced and scorned by the laws of fate
to never forget or even for a second escape
The furrowed brow that makes your face

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Unshadowed trees offer me no protection
from what I am,
From what I was.
I'm blinded but still trying to see
Meanings in what's painted by the breeze

Tired branches depicting  imperfection
Framing Life-drained mildew-stained leaves
Roots still bleeding way too far
Sketching something alive only in memories

In some way the shadows are returning,
I'm feeling the zephyr once again.
These leaves are almost green.
Once they were but now is what's been

I can only recreate by burning
Smelling like a soul that's spent
Only smoke and destruction seen
Gloomy canvas of a life at end

Let me close my eyes
Let me fall away, drifting.
Think all this is almost concluded.
Maybe I'm just deluded?

Let me scribble my last goodbye
And leave as part of this imaging
Where melancholy is favoured
And happiness secluded

Poet:  Skia Kyria        
Editor:  Jp

Haunting my dreams,
Chasing my wake,
An answer it seeks.
No matter what it will take.

Leaving my serenity behind
Until it can decide,
Lingers around me all the time
Whispering four little words :
Harshly revealing, crudely unkind.

I am thankful, you see me for my light.
Always beautiful, your insight.
So Careful, not to darken my mind.
Ever faithful, you have nothing to hide.

But what am I?
It questions me again
Screaming like my enemy
Laughing like my best friend.

I am a terrible mass of darkness inside,
With a bit of a conscience and a lie for a life.
A mess ever trying to deny my shadow self,
Nursing it unwillingly, the deeper I delve.

But you.
You see and adore only my shell.
Happy with what you think you can tell.
Unaware that I swallow this sickening hell.
Born from the  darkness in which I dwell.

I cannot find the way that leads to the light
Forever lost in the Coldness of night.
I can still tell black from white,
I can still tell wrong from right.

I have fallen too far to be where you are.
and hate myself for it constantly.
Battling to swim, drowning,and guilty,
Shaking as it hungrily consumes me.

Without any conscience
and no lack of confidence
Creating the coincidence
Of which I must bear the Consequence.

What strives you.
One thing that takes you.
To live for
To die for

Soft words make you smile.
Silence kills you.
Filled with doubt
Filled with hope

The one that cures you.
The one that harms you.
It feels so good
It fees so bad.

Stop creating this obsession,
Start living this obsession.