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The curse of an ugly darling and her invisible shadow struggling for the warmth light and the ease in the dark night.
She is the lightening in the clouds; a distant flash followed by the sound of an unwavering silence.
A heroic sufferer trudging through a plaguing odyssey.
Untouchable and unreachable yet, undoubtably, a touched thought at arms length.
I am the bringer and the betrayer of her harboured suffering
For which she will always endure as long as our faces do not meet.
We are one with different eyes, halves with one soul, two perspectives of the same experience.
She feared her anger would control her madness and sentence her to a life of suffering.
As it did, I thrived in a lawless land cruising at the speed of light to planets of fire and meadow gardens whose walls were merely waterfalls.
I crushed crystals into my tea and meditated in the skies with the breeze as my throne.
No spear or strike, nor sickness or injury ever grounded my destiny for the light.
It was I, who built stones of civilisations that broke in a fit of jealous treachery: who brought a knightly freedom to those she enslaved: who locked her away, in a galaxy far away.
Our temples are crumbs now, a mythical remembrance to a forgotten past power.
Her tragedy bounds for another world
As my throne is nothing but a wild imagination of an invisible realm hidden within the skies of reality.
I am now a mosquito on warm waters and she is the fear-mongering dragon.
Beware the orange light you see on the horizon
For her spells of fire will burn your vitality to ashes and ashes
Until you are nothing more than rising steam or settled dust.
Obviously positively negative or negatively positive...going through pros and cons in my daily routine as time flies by oh so swift
Painstaking tears are like waterfalls...tasting the different and diverse coping mechanisms of life as a whole...chaos and peace takes its toll
Isolating myself from the loud crowd...introvert and extrovert time and time again and on beat on fleek on the drums of my numbing noggin
Neglected, rejected, accepted, fascinated...odd, but true, having no clue what to do
Invigorated by opinions, pure or impure, that are 8 shades of grey...but hey, let's be redeemed and esteemed by God Most High, a God of truth we can't deny...so, evaporate the fear and lies in your mind's eye
Oblivious to the dilemmas that were aiming my way, but I'll bite the bullet all night and day...awfully offended, maxed out like an overused credit card that's been spent on and now jaded; somewhat apprehending this personal apprehension, hoping you can emphasize this envy I hold with me in my woes and worthless wallet
Nothing much on my mind, but never denying the power of God's hope and faith...gracious evermore in the sight of my Priceless Father, unlike any other
Shame on me for being a rude dude or an insecure individual; I must have that oh so familiar, yet unpredictable attitude of optimistic aptitude...graze in your own maze, heart that is a numb drum in my chest, thumping with anger still unknown to me...but an anger that's self - absorbent and self - opinionated...sophiscated and arrogant - instead, I should be simply humble and undoubtably confident
Waves dance beneath the clouds,
tossing fish that fly high in the air.
That hot storm was triggering foam
as square ripples erode the shore.
Tossing fish that fly high in the air,
so enticing yet so far out of reach.
As square ripples erode the shore
designing art with their destruction.
So enticing yet so far out of reach,
immune to the luster of seduction.
Designing art with their destruction,
a view undoubtably awe inspiring.
Immune to the luster of seduction,
all of the seagulls know better.
A view undoubtably awe inspiring,
the picture of complete disruption.
All of the seagulls know better,
that hot storm was triggering foam.
The picture of complete disruption,
waves dance beneath the clouds.
When I lay down at night,
All I feel is such a fright,
Never quite alone, just out of sight.
To be alone — how is it, you may ask?
Expectedly, it's not an easy task.
Do I suffer or simply wear a mask?
Before I say, you must know,
Ultimately, it is something I cannot bestow.
Tomorrow comes far too slow.
Not once did I say I am losing the war,
Even though I'm hurting within my core,
Vacant soul, punishing me — nothing to restore.
Eventually, I know my time will come,
Respectively taking me, and I feel numb,
Embracing the freedom from others' scum.
Neglecting to see the life I've lived,
On top of that, I feel deceived.
Undoubtably, stuck — and I grieved.
Grieving throughout my days, don't call my bluff.
Horribly wanted, but never enough.