Alone in a dark room, I watch my hands shake. Red marks on my arms, showing through the pale skin; obviously the result of emotional pain that refuses to withdraw and leave me alone. In the darkness of the night, my happiness fades away, slowly dissipating in an agonizing and painful way. There's no blood, but I'm hurt; there are no bruises, but I feel pain… what is happening? Well, if I knew, I don't think I would be in this situation, since I would know how to deal with it. Maybe it's just karma, this would be my punishment and the price to be paid for becoming who I have become.
— Akira Lewis.
Categories:
akira, angst, anxiety, confusion, cry,
Form: Free verse
Over the sun, the robed angel,
She sat on her giant throne,
Turning the days with her soft hand,
Her ring would reflect onto the eyes.
Of her followers as they watched her,
She sat many milleniums turning,
The day to night, but the cruelty of man,
Left the blonde seraphim ravished.
She fell off her high throne,
She plunged into the ocean,
And left a rainbow in her wake.
Categories:
akira, imagination, loss, people, philosophy,
Form: Bio