zizzym

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I lean over towards the darker side of everything when I write. But I would describe myself as completely opposite ����

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  • zizzym 213w

    Artwork: isabelsophia on DevientArt ��

    What if I told you
    that I've ceased to walk
    along this tight rope?
    Because I'm too frightened
    to take another step?
    Too afraid that if I so much as
    lift a finger,
    the air will stir
    and I will fall to my death?

    And if I ask you to hold me closer,
    would you mind if we fell together?
    So maybe you could fly us to the other side,
    because my wings exist no more.
    My feathers are already hidden
    behind the skies.

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    Air

    What if I told you
    that I've ceased to walk
    along this tight rope?
    Because I'm too frightened
    to take another step?
    Too afraid that if I so much as
    lift a finger,
    the air will stir
    and I will fall to my death?

    And if I ask you to hold me closer,
    would you mind if we fell together?
    So maybe you could fly us to the other side,
    because my wings exist no more.
    My feathers are already hidden
    behind the skies.

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  • zizzym 213w

    How much is too much anyway? �� �� (Full prose is in the caption below ��)

    Tell me, how did you like my story? ������

    Artwork: Amanda Cass ��

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    Watch your step as you walk into my world.
    Because turning back is not an option.
    And as the light in your footsteps dies and trails behind you,
    be on high alert for my demons who bite and are out to get you.

    You've agreed to walk through my hell with me, hand in hand.
    Though please don't sacrifice too much,
    or you'll never see land.

    Be prepared to lose everything.
    But if you're lucky, the shadows may not entirely consume the path you once walked.
    So maybe someday, if all goes south,
    either you drag it all down with you,
    or you run back through the smokeless flames.
    The latter being just a piece of you.
    An empty shell.
    Hardened enough that even the sun will never be able to shine through.

    Tell me, how much are you willing to offer?
    Tell me, how far are you willing to go?
    Think it over carefully,
    because it could all end tragically.
    I just have to know.

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    How much
    is too much?


    .
    Watch your step as you walk into my world.
    Because turning back is not an option.
    And as the light in your footsteps dies and trails behind you,
    be on high alert of my demons who bite and are out to get you.

    You've agreed to walk through my hell with me, hand in hand.
    Though please don't sacrifice too much,
    or you'll never see land.

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  • zizzym 213w

    Please read the caption below for the entire piece ��

    Artwork: acrisla.com ��
    (Website seems to be down, can't seem to find the original artist for this picture so if you happen to know who it is, please comment below so I can give them credit for this beautiful piece ��)

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    Along the shore I've been building my very own sandcastle.
    I decorated it with bits of seaweed and shells,
    sticks, stones and starfish.
    But like the castle, I too was empty.

    A mere disguise, those embellishments were. And I, I was too keen on keeping my drawbridge and door closed.

    But you flooded every corner,
    and dragged its emptiness back to sea.
    You showed me who I am underneath. That those shiny shells and the glistening seaweed were only distracting me
    from who I really wanted to be.

    Now free from my own imprisonment,
    from that tiny cell,
    I can see both the daylight and the dark hours.
    And all you did was trade it for my vacant walls.

    Soon enough did you help me create an enchancted home.
    Our home.
    A palace made of moonstones,
    Chandeliers of diamond crystals, stairways to heaven,
    and with a door permeable to only rays of sun.
    Without you this couldn't be done.
    You are the pen to my ink.
    My missing link.

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    Missing Link

    Now free from
    my own imprisonment,
    from that tiny cell,
    I can see both the daylight
    and the dark hours.
    And all you did was trade it
    for my vacant walls.

    Soon enough did you help me
    create an enchancted home.
    Our home.
    A palace made of moonstones,
    Chandeliers of diamond crystals,
    stairways to heaven,
    and with a door permeable to only rays of sun.
    Without you this couldn't be done.
    You are the pen to my ink.
    My missing link.

    ©zizzym

  • zizzym 213w

    Full version is written in the caption below ��
    I would love to hear your feedback ��

    Photography: @Brookeshaden (instagram) ��

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    Listen Carefully

    What's a flower without its petals?
    What's a bird without its wings?
    My dear you have much to learn.
    Listen carefully.
    Repeat everything I say, but sing.
    What good is a fish that cannot swim?
    Or a dancer with a broken limb?

    All these questions, with answers that seem to be so abrupt.
    Are actually quite simple, and easy to touch.

    You are the bird who is just about to stretch its wings,
    the flower whos petals are getting closer to the sun
    with every passing hour,
    a fish who soley relys on the flow of life,
    And a person with an ever dancing mind.

    Let your conscious guide you through the maze, and be patient. Give it time.
    Wounds will heal and its scars will whistle like morning doves and chimes. Your purpose in this world, is not that hard to find. How, you wonder?
    Just look to the day in which you were born.

    Let experience be your armor, and the regrets trodded on
    like a new step and left behind.
    Keep your head held high, for the crown is already yours.
    You're enough.
    Don't deny.

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    Listen Carefully

    Let your conscious
    guide you through the maze,
    and be patient. Give it time.
    Wounds will heal
    and its scars will whistle
    like morning doves and chime.
    Your purpose in this world,
    is not that hard to find.

    How, you wonder?
    Just look to the day
    in which you were born.

    Let experience be your armor,
    and the regrets trodded on like a new step and left behind.
    Keep your head held high, for the crown is already yours.
    You are enough. Don't deny.

    ©zizzym

  • zizzym 213w

    Even as we part, our hearts
    will always stay connected
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    Vultures

    Lost beyond the radar I was. Bounded between the heavy darkness of the sea and the perpetual night sky; the witching hour that suffocated me.

    I had been left stranded on that sinking vessel. Sailing through the most violent of waves. Looking overboard did I see my loved ones, failing again and again to reach the surface, while I stood and watched. Helpless. Their fading screams, "Save me!" never died, which made me wonder if this was all a dream, no. A harrowing nightmare.

    Or perhaps this is what I deserved. Perhaps I was facing the consequences of building what I thought to be a paradise, in order to secure a haven of solace from the loneliness that barren world had taught me to fear.

    Over the years, it had knotted to form a ship that had sailed for countless moons. All was well. But shortly after did the lands slowly begin to disappear from the horizon, the wooden boards charred to coal that disintegrated at the softest touch, the skies had faded into the purist black that persuaded even the most pristine stars to surrender to it.

    They migrated towards it's center in swirls like pilgrims until they all vanished, leaving not even the smallest speck of dust for me to follow. The poor things did not notice that the vortex shattered them like crystal ornaments, until it was too late, until it became futile to break free from its progressive gravity.

    The haunting whispers of my inner demons had drifted off to sea and was replaced with a constant ringing that was so loud, it had deadened the storm, the thunder around me. So the stars had left and the loneliness that once plagued my sanity, returned to claim my heart as its new found home.

    Soon enough did the vultures arrive. As the last breath escaped my lips, I knew that when I died, at least my life would be justified.

    ©zizzym

  • zizzym 213w

    Artwork by: muddy.melly.deviantart.com ��

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    Medallion Lights

    Run through the meadows
    Before the the sun disappears and kisses the horizon
    Before it sets fire to the long waving grass
    That will blaze through the night,
    and melt the falling stars into glass

    Listen to the water flowing as it consumes the shadows who once waged war against the fires warm medallion lights
    Until silence is all that is left as the waters turn cold,
    mirroring the stars back into the cloak of night

    If only someone could hold me through it all
    Could lead our soft footsteps through this minefield
    Could catch me if I were to trip and fall

    I wonder if I'm running in the right direction
    I wonder if they can hear my silent prayers;
    And if they are strong enough to break through my many layers

    And perhaps, to finally rid my heart
    of the tattered strings
    I tied around it in a desperate effort
    to stop it from falling apart

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    Medallion Lights

    If only someone could hold me through it all
    Could lead our soft footsteps through this minefield
    Could catch me if I were to trip and fall

    I wonder if I'm running in the right direction
    I wonder if they can hear my silent prayers;
    And if they are strong enough to break through my many layers

    And perhaps, to finally rid my heart
    of the tattered strings
    I tied around it in a desperate effort
    to stop it from falling apart







    ©zizzym

  • zizzym 214w

    Full poem is in the description below ���� Please leave your feedback (criticism included!) I would greatly appreciate it ��

    Artwork by: Mar-ka
    Titled - "rain of stars"
    On DeviantArt ��

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    Don't Let Them Hear You

    Tip toe past that sleeping giant.
    Get to the other side however way you can,
    but please be quiet.
    Tip toe over that shattered glass.
    Think of it as water droplets, so please be silent.
    Let your tears fall, hide them
    beneath your crimson footsteps.

    Please don't scream.
    Although the pain may be too much to bare,
    it does not compare to the heat of hell that distorts the air
    a mere feathers length before you.
    Persevere and finish this chapter of your lifes novel.

    Don't awaken that giant inside you.
    For like your inner demons,
    he will shake your world until nothing remains.
    Until the stars cascade and fill the sky with their broken light.
    Until the sun goes numb from the cold,
    and the moon is forever eclipsed. Mirroring the darkness.

    This is why you must stay strong,
    because there is no such thing as hitting rock bottom.
    And just like after every other problem, give it time.
    And from the ground, roses will begin to blossom.

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    Don't Let Them Hear You

    Please don't scream.
    Although the pain
    may be too much to bare,
    it does not compare
    to the heat of hell that distorts the air
    a mere feathers length before you.
    Persevere and finish this chapter
    of your lifes novel.
    Don't awaken that giant inside you.

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    Smoke and mirrors
    look so crystal clear
    as she wanders amongst
    the maze in her mind.
    Not knowing where the exit is,
    or if it ever existed at all.

    Empty corridors; ringing footsteps.
    Debating on if these passageways
    are shrinking,
    as her nightmares become
    more complex.

    Dying breaths flood the hallways
    in puffs of mist,
    until the smoke dissipates
    and rains to the ground like dust.
    Exposing the once muffled sounds;
    screams that were trapped
    inside her crown.
    They seep from her pores;
    taupe from rust.

    Heart in a jar, losing blood that streaks behind,
    suffocating body, racing mind
    Little girl lost in a jagged world,
    crying for help but with other shouts,
    her screams just merge.

    When I look at you, I see myself.
    I know you better than anyone else.
    The faucets in our eyes are connected,
    Your tears are mine.
    The world is a menace, there's no way around,
    So please wipe your tears and learn to accept it.

    Picture Credit: Aurora Weinhold

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    ©zizzym