He who cursed the heavensHis hair was dark,He who cursed the heavens by KeeThio-N-King
Stained with the troubles of his past
But his eyes were bright,
Shining brilliantly with the hopes of his future
Held no trace of warmth
Yet his heart,
Was bursting with emotion
Told tales of wars passed and battles won
Were soft and careful
Each touch was nothing more than a whisper.
And you would never be able to tell
From the beauty of his smile
That those same lips
Once cursed the heavens
And called hell – ‘Home’
Why I writeI write to share my story with the windWhy I write by KeeThio-N-King
I write to pour my thoughts out to the sky
I write to sympathize with the moon
I write and write
I write to silence the voice in my head
I write to calm the raging storm inside
I write to bore those demons to sleep
I write and write
I write in hopes that one day you would understand
(my words, my thoughts, my methods, my madness)
And I’ll continue to write
Until that day comes.
5. (Butterflies and Deceit)Whispers of deceit5. (Butterflies and Deceit) by KeeThio-N-King
flutter through the crowd
as butterflies would
on a lovely spring day.
The Butterfly On My PalmI saw poems streaming through your veins,The Butterfly On My Palm by Milk-and-Pie
And flowers growing between your ribs;
You've got lava flowing through your lips,
And the way you arched a smile should be illegal.
I can't fathom how it's like to be as beautiful as you, but I could imagine how it's like to watch heartbreaks streaming down your emerald eyes; and when you decided that the sight of blood was more exciting than the tales you once told me with the gleams in your eyes, all I wanted to do was to hug you and tell the crying child deep beneath the cracks of your smile that everything will be fine.
I've got a whole diary of poems written about you,
I've got breaths of metaphors living for you;
And if I could I would go back time to mend every pasts that marks your wrists,
Believe me, I would, so badly.
So please, take care of yourself, because it breaks my heart if you think you aren't good enough. You are beautiful, intricately gorgeous. You are the butterfly that rests on my palm, you swirls into the ai
I'll Get You Through ThisHere's a glass of water;I'll Get You Through This by WordOfChen
Another pill made just for me.
I'll drink it with my sorrows
And I'll swallow back my plea.
You don't even need to hear me,
I'll be writing it on the wall:
The hope you never gave me,
Is the hope that stands me tall!
And I will walk through this world,
Don't ask me if it's cold.
There is warmth for you to find here;
My hand's for you to hold.
So take it and I promise,
This night won't be your last.
If you stay with me, I swear,
We'll walk beyond the past.
- Chennie, 26th May 2014
My Cell's AwaitingMy Cell's AwaitingMy Cell's Awaiting by DraganTheMighty
My nightmares were never real,
because my nightmares were born of fear.
I have no nightmares,
for I fear no more,
Now all my dreams,
are past or gone,
There's no hope,
There's no fear,
I am free,
Never so clear,
But it's for human
this damned prison,
A cell's awaiting
for no reason.