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Sometimes I just watch

The opposite of what others expect of me

But I can watch and observe and store away that which I may need later

All whilst appearing so bright

Wearing the mask is so easy now

I laugh at those who think they know me

Prophesizing their own desires

I walk the balance, slipping and sliding

From one slope to the other

So do they really think that I don't know

That I can't see their motives

Or that I can't see their pathetic attempts at control

Sweet sweet betrayal of themselves

But constantly blaming others

Publically chasing the attention

Playing at trolldom

as though by baiting other, maybe then they will be real

If no one sees you, do you still exist?

Are you game to try?

Into the Darkness



Pushed from behind

but willingly walking

nothing before me, but deep shadows

all is hidden from prying eyes

ready to hit between the eyes

breaking down the barriers

opening the husk, the shell of existance

only a fool sees the demons

I see only myself

My Heart



Once tired heart, misused and broken

Dry, barren, misshapen

Worn out from struggle, long past hope

It sits, heavy, sodden, decaying



It struggles feebly to keep its rhythm

Mustering strength, only to watch it fail again

In, out, in, out, one more time – it pauses

'How much longer to go?', it pleads



Undetected in its solitude

It wears a face, a heartface of perfection

No one sees it for what it really is

Tired, Dry, and Barren



As the most distant glimmer of hope extinguishes

As the fires of passion become embers

The heart’s life ebbs and begins to fade

For it can find no more fuel to breath life



And then,



A gentle breeze blows across the heart's hard shell

And sweeps across the still warm ashes

It delves below the surface to the secret place of desire

Hidden for so long, it is a distant memory



Swirling, caressing, stroking the flesh

Awakening and jolting with tingles of electricity

The senses twitch and cry out with pain

As spasms move muscle once so close to death



The heart starts to crack, its shell begins to crumble

It panics, what is out there, more pain?

Resistant and frightened, it pace quickens

But still it remains rigid and heavy



Still the breeze continues to caress lovingly, patiently

Yet firmly, insistently, sliding like a serpent

Refusing to be closed out, determined to succeed

Knowing better than the heart, what it needs to heal



The breeze is not perfect, it has flaws of its own

Yet it trusts in the hearts instincts to carry it

Slowly, gently – they create a melody

A song to dance to, that is purely their own



The fires of excitement and creativity have now been awakened

The ices of rigidity have formed waters of emotion

The elements exist within the pairing of the two

Perfection in their own imperfection



Neither claims to be more than the other

A harmony exists between all of the sacred parts

Give and take, the heart beats freely

For the breeze has reconnected it’s soul