Anger is the burnt orange embers of a burning paper, crinkling into crumbling ashes.
Sadness is the soft paleness of a grey dove feather floating upon a puddle of water, smooth but alone
Despair is the too inky midnight, vivid violets subjugated by light devouring swirls of ink, bleeding every which way they drip.
Happiness is clear blue of a sunny day, with wispy clouds and teasing breezes, sprinkled with light laughter
Calm is the foamy teal of the sea beside the shore, rippling back and forth, drawn by the inconsistent moon and its pull
Elation is a spunky yellow, a miniture sun bouncing off the walls Love is a sea of red, cool red and
I’m tired, I’m worn down
I’ve tried too hard and now I’m dying
Inch by inch, scrape by scrape
I’m now being whittled down to the marrow
But despite that
Despite my gaping, empty, aching heart
I must stand tall and fight
Stride forth and be strong
An impossible task, one too heavy
But still I must do it or perish
Sometimes when it’s 3 in the morning
And everyone else is asleep
I curl up in bed crying
Heart screaming and lurching
Because it feels so cold and empty and meaningless
And I can do nothing
Because life is useless
Pointless
Empty
Hollow
And each day
And each night
I lose a little more will to live
How many much time is there left?
If asked why he cannot let go by cero00, literature
Literature
If asked why he cannot let go
If his love for her is water
His goddess
Hestia
He loves her unceasingly
She is his anchor
His home
She soothes his injuries
He nestles around her
Then his love for him is fire
His god
Mars
He loves him ferociously
He is his passion
His ecstasy
He rips through him
He clings to him
Both so different
Yet neither he can let go
Ash
The dead remains of fire
It reminds you that you have become a traitor
It reminds you of your infidelity
It reminds you of your lost innocence
So why does it taste so bittersweet?
You always bring me down
Down down to the gallows
Down to where the field of Asphodel rustles with its empty souls
What would I give to be half as empty
No sorrow, no anger, no hatred
No joy or happiness either
But who needs those?
I’d rather be an empty husk
Than to feel the chills of sorrow
I am sorry
For being so pathetic
For being a disgusting failure
For never being good enough in your eyes
You may not say it
But I am not blind
I am not deaf
I can see it in your expression
I can hear it in your tone
You think I am nothing
A piece of trash
Worthless
Good for nothing
You may as be screaming it
That you think I am stupid
And I can do nothing to sit there and take it smiling
I look at you
My darling
And I feel a rush of love
Not fierce or possessive like Gilgamesh, the golden king of Uruk
Who had everything he wanted in his garden, that were doomed to stay forever
But soft and sad like Hades
The king of the dead, who must bid Persephone goodbye 6 months per year
For while I love you, and do not intend to let you go
We are not immortal; we will not last forever
One day, I must say farewell to you, only it will be much longer than 6 months per year
And we will never meet again, for fate is never kind
So as I look upon your face each and every day, and peer into your eyes
I feel love and regret at the same time
For
Anger is the burnt orange embers of a burning paper, crinkling into crumbling ashes.
Sadness is the soft paleness of a grey dove feather floating upon a puddle of water, smooth but alone
Despair is the too inky midnight, vivid violets subjugated by light devouring swirls of ink, bleeding every which way they drip.
Happiness is clear blue of a sunny day, with wispy clouds and teasing breezes, sprinkled with light laughter
Calm is the foamy teal of the sea beside the shore, rippling back and forth, drawn by the inconsistent moon and its pull
Elation is a spunky yellow, a miniture sun bouncing off the walls Love is a sea of red, cool red and
I’m tired, I’m worn down
I’ve tried too hard and now I’m dying
Inch by inch, scrape by scrape
I’m now being whittled down to the marrow
But despite that
Despite my gaping, empty, aching heart
I must stand tall and fight
Stride forth and be strong
An impossible task, one too heavy
But still I must do it or perish
Sometimes when it’s 3 in the morning
And everyone else is asleep
I curl up in bed crying
Heart screaming and lurching
Because it feels so cold and empty and meaningless
And I can do nothing
Because life is useless
Pointless
Empty
Hollow
And each day
And each night
I lose a little more will to live
How many much time is there left?
If asked why he cannot let go by cero00, literature
Literature
If asked why he cannot let go
If his love for her is water
His goddess
Hestia
He loves her unceasingly
She is his anchor
His home
She soothes his injuries
He nestles around her
Then his love for him is fire
His god
Mars
He loves him ferociously
He is his passion
His ecstasy
He rips through him
He clings to him
Both so different
Yet neither he can let go
Ash
The dead remains of fire
It reminds you that you have become a traitor
It reminds you of your infidelity
It reminds you of your lost innocence
So why does it taste so bittersweet?
You always bring me down
Down down to the gallows
Down to where the field of Asphodel rustles with its empty souls
What would I give to be half as empty
No sorrow, no anger, no hatred
No joy or happiness either
But who needs those?
I’d rather be an empty husk
Than to feel the chills of sorrow
I am sorry
For being so pathetic
For being a disgusting failure
For never being good enough in your eyes
You may not say it
But I am not blind
I am not deaf
I can see it in your expression
I can hear it in your tone
You think I am nothing
A piece of trash
Worthless
Good for nothing
You may as be screaming it
That you think I am stupid
And I can do nothing to sit there and take it smiling
I look at you
My darling
And I feel a rush of love
Not fierce or possessive like Gilgamesh, the golden king of Uruk
Who had everything he wanted in his garden, that were doomed to stay forever
But soft and sad like Hades
The king of the dead, who must bid Persephone goodbye 6 months per year
For while I love you, and do not intend to let you go
We are not immortal; we will not last forever
One day, I must say farewell to you, only it will be much longer than 6 months per year
And we will never meet again, for fate is never kind
So as I look upon your face each and every day, and peer into your eyes
I feel love and regret at the same time
For
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