EndersShadow

Sundown: prepare to battle for slumber pure A bloody struggle to claim the prize Endless cycle of déjà vu When gentle hands caress my face As two soft lips brush against my hair Ease my restless soul Parting: whisper of promise to return A fleeting hope to seek my angel Hidden under shadow of night A satin cloak of darkness to blind With gloves of delicate velvet to soothe Powerless to refuse Gloves of velvet I feel Against my trembling heart So smooth, but when pulled back A muted cry of pain Produces a ragged scar The love I swore to live Returned to me in a barbed oath Slipped into a poisoned cup To bring me tainted pea

they disguise that they lie given no choice but to voice things untrue they know that you'll go given time to decide about real what you feel what you see what you'll be you react thinking back to the time you realized that your world was a facade like the fall of your God bringing pain burning shame and a danger of losing it stop and sit focus and calmly walk out the door

It's not an addiction. I can stop whenever I want- I just choose not to.  I swear. But then, could you, faced with joy And serenity, and peace turn away and refuse to care? The effects of your dismissal; ensuing pain And longing.  A desire that penetrates Every fiber of your being. And, after nights wracked with regrets and memories of freedom The taste of happiness quickly fading The singular relief, the only consolation Is to return to the sin you have forsaken To a beautiful forgiving warming comforting relaxing and utterly wonderful Cup-o-Noodles Those noodles, cooked until the outside is softened but the center is r

Everyone wants to be cradled In the arms of a comforting soul To share the pain that has been ladled Into their life's porcelin bowl Everyone wants to be cared for By the people they love; and they trust That eternal devotion contains more Than a physical desire and lust I, too, want a soulmate to hold me But I find myself oddly restrained My heart can't be rented for flat fee In trusting, I've yet to be trained Muscles lose strength after some time And the grip on emotions grows weak To search across enemy lines Won't bring me the ardor I seek I have treaded the many fine lines Between friend and, perhaps, something more Bu

Could I ever, given a pen and ink, write in a thousand words what you can say in only three; and describe emotion that eludes all except the cursed few And could you, given a heart and a soul, empathize with the victims you have crushed? And, in three simple words, seek forgiveness for every ouch of pain that you have caused? The chances, one might say, are miniscule. I could fall short, hopeless and unprepared to defend myself from those three short words that transform you from hated to revered But all that you would ever need to say And all that you would ever need to do Is look me straight in the eyes and whisper, your voic

        The telescope was watching.  It glanced across the sea of compact, grubby houses, peered over the swarms of fuming automobiles, examined the rusted window sills and lopsided piping adorning the huge, industrial businesses, searching for Them.           Its smooth, steady gaze flowed into windows, overturning tables and chairs, exposing dust-coated secrets and lies, yet passing over them without a pause.           Rooms, lit with families, manipulated and dominated by the electric box that spoke to them and told them how to interact, how to think, how to live.  It passed over couples, screaming at each other for slights that would be

She sat in the bay window, staring blankly at her own reflection.  Behind the distorted image, sheets of rain pelted the washed out garden, drenching the sea of flowers in their relentless downpour.        Four days.  She'd been sitting there for four days.  Changing positions occasionally, eating a saltine cracker from her battered lunch pail every few hours, pressing her nose against the frozen glass whenever she wanted to look outside, into the dreary, bleary sky.       The cushions on the bay window had long since fallen onto the pitted wood floor, and were now serving no purpose other than the dull task of collecting dust. The fireplac