Help thee

For it is the darkness

In which has prevailed

Demons have taken up the time

In which I may have taken interest

I am locked away

Oh dear Lord save me!

Because....

I'm bored -_-

Curse thy heart for feelings they convey

Damn thy soul for heart they've touched

Oh why, oh why must it be so difficult

To comprehend true emotions

Emotions are to be hidden inside

And hidden with the feelings they convey

Emotions are to be masked with a façade

Rather than show their true selves

As for the feelings we may hold

-Accidents happen frequently

Whether we wish for them to appear or not

They will always be shown in our eyes

For they are the mirror to our souls

Why must I not be able to see

The emotion and feeling held within me

Why must I be damned with all of these feelings

Held with possibility

No, that is it

Yes?

No, it is that

I already know.

Here's how I will show it

The emotions I say are so dear

The feelings I've tried to masked so hard.

I Love You

Written in cage

Wanting to be free

But safe in the solitude

Simply left for me

I use this darkness

To lock me away

From the shadows who have told me

To become astray

But one day

The one in which I looked away

The door opened

With another by the caged door

'Another one?' I thought

'How did they get inside?'

A door locked for so long

Opened by someone so simple

I stayed where I was

A shadow of darkness in the cage

Until he grabbed me

And pulled me to the path away

I stayed with him

Forever till whoever has known

I held onto him

With no true emotion shown

My cage became rusty

From me not entering in it

Breaking it's metal

And falling into an abyss

Till one day I knew

It all came coming down too

And in a short time I said

'I love you."

It was a short time

But before, it was endless

I used it stupidly

But enjoyed it nevertheless

The time in between

Was more to me than what was seen

But a mirage for others

Was sometimes a miracle for me

His last goodbye was one day early

Hearing a message, that made my heart beat

My face warmth

My empty cold soul whole

My last "I Love You"

Was the day we'd never see each other again

And the only thing I regret

Is losing my one and only heaven

Call of the wild they'd say

Or rather, the call of yourself

Loud howling noises

Screams of conflict and anguish

Pain and sadness flowing throughout yourself

A change so great

Not even the gods themselves can comprehend

Cause a change so true and deep

Is almost impossible to understand

It was once filled with calmness and anxiety

Now filled with hope and pain

Once an ocean, so calm yet dark

Now a tsunami, with light shining brightly overhead

A contradiction

That is right

For the chaos inside

Is a trick itself

The conflicting feeling

That's both in and out

Is also a warmth

A warmth called love

That I can no longer live without

Need not to believe that I may regret

For I don't,

And I do not believe I can

I cannot nor want to forget

The music inside

The laughter

The light

The mischief once cause

Welcoming me with open arms

And a closed heart

Cheering me so

And letting me go

Hurting me thus

But loving me then

With me crying those tears

And you being be shoulder then

Regret is the last

And always will be

For the only I regret

Is you at a distance from me

Words cannot comply

Nor the emotions I hold inside

For something so dear isn't forgotten

Rather, it's hard to not remember

Can it be darkness or vulgar imagery inside?

Can it be something undone, rather than totally erased?

If so for both, I gladly accept

I want to forget

Yet I want to cherish and remember

I want to hate

Yet to care and yearn

I want to disappear

Yet to find warmth of another elsewhere

Giveth thee, Giveth thee

For it's your love

That I don't want to forget

Giveth thee, Giveth thee

For it is something

I forever want to keep

To J. A. DeLosReyes

Maiden so kind and truthful

"Given up for thee," she say

With stars shining above her at night

With the sun casting over her at day

With the animals singing and coming to her at her beckon call

Maiden so tainted yet so clean

Maiden so broken yet so fine

Maiden so timid yet so courageous

Maiden she called

For she is a maiden

Beauty within her matches her name

Beauty within her matches her face

Maiden she is called

By her Knights forget worthy

"You mustn't forget,

You're a Princess"

A child

Eyes so chocolate, with skin so tan

Hair curled, dainty at least

An a nose so petite

Innocence on the out

But mistaken at the most

A man

Attention fixated on problems

Face flushed with determination and focus

Mind cleared of most worries

Just to solve what is in front

Although knowing his limits

A friend

Hands so gentle and nimbly

Words filled with truth and light

Kind eyes forever gazed at others

Heart focused on what matters most

The best....

Him

It was the first day

The day that was ever so luminous,

Ever so bright and embrace the sun’s arms

A day so cheery and kind

No shadow of darkness in sight

There he stood, looking out the window

A small smile spread across his flawless face

And his small, soft, warm hands,

Held each other so tightly,

As if wanting -begging for something

It was the second day

A day that fooled us with its warmth

And surprised us as it was touched gracefully by the kind winds

A day filled with so much warmth yet slightly nostalgic

So sweet, but so bitter in the end

There he sat in a white chair

The window was opened, so he could feel the day

His head leaning back, while his body did the same

His hands resting firmly on the armrest

But they weren’t as warm as they were yesterday

It was the third day

A day not truly wanted nor liked

But was awaited for the beauties it beheld

Snow, which fell from the heavens like soft packages of hope

Cold, Icy, and so very soft

There he was, in a black bed

The giant comforter over his cold body

A smile that held passion and with eyes closed, lashes brushing his cheeks

And his hands, were almost like ice to the touch

As Midas made beautiful gold, he made the soft snow

It was the last day

A day so beautiful and bright,

Yet so somber and teary

With the sun, peaking out of the clouds

Asking for someone told hold in his arms

There was a room

A room so quiet and cold

An opened window, with the day brushing in

No white chair, no black bed

But one red lily laying on a table, instead