A Passionate Phenomena - short poem
Falling, falling. Deep down this bright pit. Pinks, oranges, and reds. The colors of the dawn. As I continue down, I feel something stir. Something is awakening Somewhere deep within. A pleasant fire sparks When I meet your gaze. I begin to...
That Tell-Tale Heart, Guilt.
you cradle it in your hands like a lover's beating heart feel its gentle pulse as it tries to dig into your veins you can feel it / a little bit of corruption thriving beneath the surface of skin and flesh and matter you may deserve it / you may...
A Cold Night
Screaming, her lungs burning as her voice rung out down the streets. Some cat surely found itself leaping out of its peaceful dream in an alley somewhere. When her breath run out she only gasped and started anew. Her eyes watered, shut tightly as the...
DEW
Does morning bring us rays of hope or just another day? Does evening give us chance to cope or just a time to lay? Each time the sun goes overhead, we pass another dawn. Each hour counted till our bed, another memory gone. What chance have we to...
Lonlyness and Stress
Loneliness an empty feeling when no ones around or available to talk to. Stress things and people, friends and family, and job hunting. These are two of the biggest things that make me who i am but also break me down. I am who I am no one else can...
Poem #23
My muscles tremble and spasm, the pain moving to a higher level, at every turn, it gets worse, Powerful, sweet, sharp and unending. Every fiber and strand feels as if ignited, Burning brightly, the heat grows in waves, No end in sight, i feel...
Poem #21
Things change so fast, Reality alters at a changing pace, Growing faster and faster, Pain growing beyond the point of control, etching itself in my muscles and bones, It feels like lava flows through my body, Burning everything to ash. I look...
The True Reason
It's not out of desperation, but it is out of the feeling and fear of being alone. It's not the fact that family accompaniment is not enough, but the feeling that the love from my family is somewhat forced upon. Like that they feel compelled to have...
Writing.
Writing. It comes from the heart, outpours our feelings, and shows one's true self. The writing reflects the writer in more ways than one can imagine, and that there is what is to be appreciated, loved, respected, and admired, the effort that...
Alone
I was forced to move alot due to multiple repetitious circumstances. I, both, had alot of trouble making new friends, and had to say good bye to alot of good friends. Copyright Pyrin 2010 How many times will I let myself, face the fires of my...
Tears in a Vial
The still moving mechanical arm, With the blood covered razorblade, The remaining tools, The stench of the work bench, Only hint towards the cries of agony and pain, That echoed through the metal halls, Now weakly, An organic heart beating, Not...
Transforming
The tendrils creep further, Piercing my skin, Entering my tissues, I can hiss, Scream, Claw at it, Swear, Once again, The nanite alloy, Has spread further, Once more the hollow feeling, Has transformed me further, Claiming my other...