Two roads diverged in a yellow wood For neither of us could walk both, had dominated its way to mere perplexity leaving us desperate to know what in sooth.
For sure, had life shot an arrow to break through the love and split the souls who till then had shared equal notes of pain and pleasure.
The night was darker and the forest looked denser, not letting them to run back ,to where they had set forth The trees and bushes in silence witness the grey overcast of distress , where the winds slowly whisphered the sounds of decay.
The night firmament was the canvas I painted our love in, The twinkling stars reminded me of her vehement eyes She was nothing less than Aphrodite, a genuine goddess and an immortal beauty. I would often turn to fantasies as my escape for I knew I could have only matched to her mere slaves. I was no king, not someone extraordinary, without possessions, afraid to participate in such worldly affairs she did, where she flaunted her wit and looked as wise and rigid as Athena, contrary to which , her heart was a mirage of that of Demeter's. How could she even have fallen for me?
Once again, I looked profoundly at the sky for I could see my dreams and ambitions escorted by hope. Once again, I feel the urge to broaden my horizons Once again, I knew those tears would stop from shedding. Once again, I knew those harmonious persistent efforts, not all in vain. Once again, I knew I could rise in the midst of a relentless crowd of youngsters with the very same jumbled life.
He looked through the window for all he could see was a labyrinth of fallen leaves and hopes . His empty mind and futile efforts put him to cruces where he could either initiate a new dawn or cease the dusk he was living in. He was lost in the agony of intricate feelings as he realised it was nothing but a mere fallacy He laughed at how imbecile he had acted and his naive mind! Her eyes reminded him of warm sunsets and beautifully woven fantasies. Her smile was all that he ever urged to be the reason. The wavy golden locks she flaunted and her confident skin peeping through her dresses How could he let himself overlook such a beauty?
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"We claim on our fragile grounds as it still shifts all around, hoping our kingdoms will outlast the sounds of decay where skin is the attire ,I choose to protect my soul from fading endlessly" - Shruti
//She was summer and he was winter, together they witnessed spring//
The winter haze is gone, the snow is melting Amidst which making her way, emerges Spring with vibrant colours of hyacinth and peonies to fragrant cherry blossoms, assuring a fresh start replacing jejuneness with hopes for a new morning.
The mere howling of wind through oaks, or whispering through pines is now rehabilitated with birds singing, rustling leaves and slight pattering rain, where happiness defrosts our heart with a new want to love .
You think it's over and yet in an ordinary midnight, terrifying sinister thoughts surround you, a shadow of lifelessness and utter impossibility make you gasp while you lay on the cold floor, petrified and stunned. Unable to scream veracity.
Tainted words had began to feed on my morales The moonlight fell on my face making me howl for forgiveness. Blood stained the bedsheets and covered the floor, filling my heart with momentary peace .
I stared at the hourglass My eyes, then made their way to an old dust covered book on top of a wooden table. The moment I opened it, memories drenched my soul, curated my mind and I asked myself :
When did you learn so much? When did you learn to decipher such hurdles? When did you learn to make decisions so confidently? When did you learn to love yourself, trust the process and give up on things you failed to attain? When did you cherish your sanguine personality even with a disgusting sense of humor?
Was it just because everyone else undervalued your presence or was it that I abandoned you?
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A certain part of me was not aware, denied it all, denied that the Lucifer was among us , resting while flaunting his mischief. Hues of entity faded, bedeviled me. Reality traped my conscience, leading to a bitter truth contrary to a newer vision of protest within me.
During my childhood I was badly abused and as I grew older, I became the accused.
The beating I took came straight from dad, who used every obstacle to beat me so bad.
That tears that I've shed were because of fear, that kick that I took it deafened my ear.
Doing hard labor at the age of nine keeping the torment in back of my mind.
Eventually I became this child of steel hard as a rock, with no tender feel.
I became immune to the blows to my head as the tips of my welts that slightly bled.
The pain, it faded and my mind grew weak, but as my body grew stronger, I became this freak.
He said he'll teach me from wrong to right, but my rage grew stronger, so I stood to his fight.
He kicked down my door, I stood to my feet he sensed the difference as our eyes finally meet.
I held no fear by the stare of my eyes I was no longer afraid, but wanted him to die.
Speechless we stood as my fist starts to flinch while he drew closer, I never flinched.
His first blow landed forcefully on my eye I shook it off and said, "It's your turn to cry".
We fought like caged animals, He fell hard on the floor I spat in his face and said, "NO MORE!".
After that night no two words were said, walking to the beach with conflicting thoughts in my head.
Like: What did I do?, but yet felt as ease I was happy to see him begging me please. Was it the right thing for me to attack? For the beatings to stop so he won't hit me back? It must be the way for him to leave me alone. I saw the fear in his eyes that had once been my own.
As I grew older it lingered in my mind the memories I harbored never stayed behind.
I figured, "I'll be respected if I fight my way through because I've powered over my dad and I can power over you".
I never started trouble, but if it came my way I'd fight to destroy with nothing to say.
The littlest thing you do can get me mad who knows what will happen as you fade into dad.
My past still haunts me after all these years it brings me power and hides my fears.
When I get into rage I can no longer see, but I know you're my dad who stands in front of me.
I'll give all I've got till the damage is done once again my past has won.
I've abused so many loved ones or not, but I never cared and I never stopped.
It took that one night when she yelled it at me, "The Devils in your eyes, Oh GOD please help me!".
The fear that I saw it made my heart burn I wanted to run, but no where to turn.
I looked deep in her eyes and I seen myself there she was badly bruised, just shaking with fear.
Now I'm in prison and paying my dues for the damages I've caused with scared black & blues.
The memories continue to haunt me today I want it to stop, please GOD take it away. . . . It's based on someone life.... Imagined rest by yourself how I imagined it Sometimes we Don't know what's going on someone life cuz.. in their life they say something else, feel something else, and happen something else in their life.... So try to understand all people.... #life#feel#peace @readwriteunite@miraquill@writesnetwork
The truth I hold, took years to unfold, locked up and never told. Now I speak, for I am done being weak. A story I will tell, awakening the pits of hell. Pinned against the wall, being six a little small. Tongue against my chest, you can imagine the rest. Touching, feeling, my eyes rolling to the ceiling. I push away, forced down, I am here to stay and pray. Day and night, always full of fright kissing, sucking, nonstop fucking. Crying, weeping, always happened when they're sleeping. Was I that bad of a kid? Why was I auctioned with this demon to bid? Sold to the pervert in the chair, dragged off stage by the strings of my hair. No one cares about you he said, cutting my wrist wishing I were dead. He's right, you see, all these years no one gave a damn about me. A puppet I am to him, dangling from limb to limb. The years pass on by, I have no tears left to cry. I escaped this hate, no more videos left to tape. Visits became less and less, I'm starting to grow up a mess. Drinking here, smoking there, my life is hard to share. Making friends with the junkies, parading around town like diseased monkeys. Every day that goes by, I feel ashamed and left to die. I tried to share my story to those I trust, but all they wanted was my lust. Met a boy, come to find out I was just his toy. I wanted to help his soul, but instead I paid his toll. Being punched in the face, always leaving with a trace. Left in harm's way, wasted with no place to stay. Wandering the streets, giving myself to men with sheets. Crying while we fuck, gasping for air the more they struck. I always gave myself for free, it was you who ashamed me. No respect for myself, no metal to place on a shelf. Falling down to dirt, clothes stained, blood stained skirt. The cold making me shiver, drinking the flask and damaging my liver. Why should I care about my life, here I go carving myself with a knife. Blood dripping down my thigh, hatred fills me like a high. All numb, can't feel a thing, the mourning doves ready to sing. I am not dead, just hanging by a thread. The ambulance speeding so fast, all I can see is a movie of my past. All stitched up ready to go, put your cloths on you stupid hoe. Here I go this life I lead to know, take a seat and watch the show. Dancing for their eyes to see, please God set me free. A man took me home that night, my eyes sparkled full of fright. He was addicted to drugs, veins shot up, full of bugs. Leaving me in the ghettos, dreaming I was frolicking in meadows. Touched and abused I was, just so he could get a meth buzz. Smoke filled air, the smell is hard to bear. Watching him fly like a kite, he cheers me while I get fucked in the night. His eyes so black, pinning me like a thumbtack. The years passed on by, still living my past as a lie. I did survive this life, I have now retired my knife. Scars still there, people look at them and stare. I am sad at times, past full of all these crimes. Smiling to all, putting my hands out, breaking my fall. I would like to share my voice, it's up to me to make that choice.