They whisper in the dark
Of thunderstruck mornings
Potential embraces
The scent of
Rain after dusk
The delicate dew after dawn.
They whisper, as the sun rises,
Voices being made quiet
Their temporary comfort
Suffocated
As I awaken to
Cold air
Empty sheets
And a familiar silence.
Memories must be told
Of people like us
Born under iridescent skies
Supported by those with
Their own struggles
Of the beauty
And tragedy
Of those who did not choose their
Skin
Love
Sex
Of those who were drowned
In a sea
Of blue.
Watercolor Girl by OtakuAnimeLover2001, literature
Literature
Watercolor Girl
Please, be careful...
I know I may seem fun, and simple.
Even a child can get used to me..
I'm the easy option, and
Easy to wash away.
I can be bright, vibrant, rainbow...
So why do you paint me...
Monochrome?
Are... you ok, my love?
Why are you loathing...
Yourself.
Yesterday I was yellow,
My dress, the petals drifting...
In the wind.
Elation was my essence then,
My love.
Last week, you fashioned me scarlet,
I held up my sword, and vanquished
Your fears.
Fire all around, dark enemies
Dissipating.
I was bravery, the mighty flame,
My sweet.
The day before, I was blue...
Hair damp from the heavy rain
Blinded me,
Scared me,
Isolated us.
I
The Bleeding Pen by OtakuAnimeLover2001, literature
Literature
The Bleeding Pen
The Bleeding Pen
Was there ever a pen who wrote so sweetly,
Who channeled my every dream.
Who cried tears of scarlet,
Upon the blank sheet of lined ivory.
Yes, say I, the tortured author,
The girl who couldn’t hope.
Fate was changed, impossible dreams gave birth to story,
The girl had fallen in love with the sword of authors.
The scarlet pen had an price,
An eye for an eye, so they say.
Their contract was sealed,
The pact of spiraling crimson was done.
So the girl was satisfied,
Forever cursed, content in her solitude of ivory and scarlet.
An unrequited love between girl and pen,
Would forever be remembered in the words they cr
Expectations
A heart to be hidden, a soul to be cost
The ever-present sneering, over what you lost.
They will never know, that you did die
Even though all the times, the countless times I saw you cry.
You have been near the edge, for oh so long
Your sorrow-stained ears, never heard my song..
They will cry, and they will sob
Over the life, the precious soul they did rob.
Yet today I stand, now alone and weary
My once clear as crystal eyes, red and teary.
On the day that you fell so far down, I screamed
Praying to every god, that I had just dreamed.
They were so cruel, deciding to rule
Using the one I had loved, as a simple tool.
You were ne
What if I spoke
would it be taken as a joke?
What if I reached out
would you be there, without a doubt?
What if I shed a tear
would anyone lend an ear?
What if I were to fade
could anyone find my memory in the shade?
What if I was truly lost
would someone find me, whatever the cost?
What if I had been in rue
would anyone remember the words spoken true?
What if I left no trace
should anyone find me in this race?
What if I showed you my tattered soul
would you be afraid of my heart - stained with coal/
What if I had a voice
could you hear me, if it was your choice?
What if I were to sleep
would anyone notice me in deaths embrace, ever so deep?