Poetic Hall of Reflection

Coiling clentch the invisible knot i felt. Curning. Tightening. Pressuring.

I fight the urge to devour with all my drops, maybe it can change from not by choice to my own vioalition.

Pleas to get is resounding from within, calling with tempting allure to succumb.

And i tortured by thousand rope that tying me down.

@Cryarc

Am enjoy floating feeling in this fleeting moment.

Am hope not fall into shattering thin platform.

if am fall i will keep my head up and look at distancing star.

Just for a sec... just for a little longer...

The lonely days of fate
Repeating tales of fate
And so the stories continues...

For a woman burden by fate
Wishes for another day
With her beloved, so she prays

But she bloodied her hands
With the knife she dance
Surrounded by corpes, she dance
Within the night, she smiles

Because a murderer,
is what she is...

And so......she smiles

Story of the exam

Pimples of tension,
dark circles of insomnia,
hair loss of frustration,
and fever of exam phobia.

Months before the schedule,
we have earth and sky to rule,
and week before the battle,
our condition becomes fatal.

Syllabus seems like ocean,
chapters gone encryption,
words start madly dancing,
brain storming, heart throbbing.

I'm probably fact in below average just a simply grace breeze you pass unnoticed.

A shallow whisper passing thru when you are alone, when you are on your own.

A temporary companion until you got your blessing and accept your flaws.

A tatered cradle that send you sleep soundly, a guiding hand that rid a slither of your doubt.

Clear sound of rings taking myriad of plea, knock open finish line.

Moist and curve pulled into the top, like an arched bow hunting unsuspecting prey.

Run and run into branch of holding with glistering butterfly born on each step.

Just torn over and blast into bliss fever for a blinks glimpse.

It’s not a dream.

It’s not a lie.

It is not a delusion.

It’s no illusion.

This is reality.

And is breathed away the breeze of life
A bud of start in the moist eyes
Take hold all the sorrows and cries
To overlook past and stare a thousand miles

[ Memento Scar ]

You ask why the star disappear from the sky,
I just smiled and answered,
"I'm the one who live in the past"
The answer is vague yet, I finally see your tears,
If this scar Is the only thing you can left,
I don't blame you,and i will keep standing in the dark,
As you walk toward the sunrise that will shine tomorrow.

~ Dragon's Feast

Yesterday, I met a dragon in my garden
With a wicked grin words were spoken

Will I devour your heart or your dreams?
Will I drain your blood or your will?
Will I feast on your flesh or your desires?

So hastily my chosen were spoken
That is to live with my body unbroken

Today, I feel alive,
my eyes shine and my heart beats,
my feet strike the earth,
and I gaze at the sky,
my hand raised, while nothing happens,
and again I try to catch,
whatever it be, void or glory.

Today, I am lively,
so I keep on walking,
no matter the pain,
what terror to destroy me?

Always that I'm standing,
looking for happiness,
erring without logic.

With the star i deliver my pray.
For a smile grace your day.

Today the rain fall down again.
Pooled over your eye.

As my blood trickle down.
It's a price i willing to give away.

I lie to you.
Maybe you hate me.
Better than you devastated over my shallow breath.
It's a price i willing to give away.

Smile my past live.
As i give you a future without me.

With the star i deliver my pray.
For a smile grace your day.

At the beginning, there was a child.
It loved, it lived, it gleefully smiled.
It saw, it felt; at times at a loss,
Whatever happened, it simply was.

This child, a girl, soon realized:
Not everyone only wanted her best.
The ones who hurt her, she came to despise,
Dividing the world into herself and the rest.

In the cold winter cries,
As the pulse of life dies
Claimed by the cold,
Caught in death's hold
All alone she stands
Cursed with frigid hands
She yearns the warmth of spring
Or the life that summer brings
Who says that winter loves?
Freezing as she does?
Who told you winter doesn't cry?
Her eyes have almost run dry.

Autumn scoffs, but she is in dismay
She has certainly been betrayed
Spring brings life, Summer Brings warmth, and winter the biting cold
They say autumn has nothing but lo and behold
Tis it not she who brings the harvest?
She who ripens the season’s grain?
She who stands before the icy winter queen?
Then why is spring the life bringer?
Twas this not misnamed?
How ungrateful these people
Who name her a second bane.

Autumn cries, “They have been misled”
“I am not winter, I have left none dead”
Still the world looks on with Dread
Only seeing that she leads to the end
The end of summer, and the sun’s warm rays
The start of winter of its Icy haze
But she is not winter, why do they treat her so?
Because she is not Spring who’s life glows.
Autumn has nothing to call her own,
No warmth, no life, not even cold death throes.

sad are the songs which echo in the shadows
unheard - unknown of - imperceptible to foreign beings
yet the solitude shelters their beauty
of virgin paradises and unaltered emotion

the songs which bloom in everyone's hearts
unheard by others - unknown to others imperceptible to others
they are the marvels that sprout from the soul
holders of secret hopes - fears - desires
the brightest spark of a human life

And another tale have start
as a girl locked in solitude
as hate as her companion
as dark as her resident

the cave which she stay, was her choice
and the spider that stay, by her choice
and the humanity she hates, by her choice

to help her,was a certain person task
to show her, that humanity is not all that bad
to guide her, to have another step
but she choose, to never take a step

Be true and call me
Be honest and embrace me
Be brave and face me
Be right and tell me

Hence call my name
Hence hug me dearly
Hence show me
Hence talk to me

As i am your trueself
As i am you afraid of
As i am you run away from
As i am your inner voice

Yours truly.. fear

At the palace of fate,
was another boy's tales
Burdened by days,
duty and his fate

The king lamented at his son,
To forgave him at what may come
For the king time have come,
Alone must the journey goes on

At the last moment,the king prays
For a guide to come,to the prince's aide
For a love to bloom, beside the tales
For strength to his son,to fight the fate