Crystal-light Guide


world was

dark with a few

flickering flames to let

you know you are not alone.

And every few moments,

A bright flash would hit the eyes

and shimmer with a radiance rarely seen.



every few steps

seems to let the light

flare and glow brighter

guiding you closer

the crystal-light grew.

Every step closer

you feel its warmth grow.

The warmth entering your body,

your mind, your soul.


Little did you know,

this crystal-light guide,

you are so eager to chase,

was merely you, following the light

you radiate.


Paradise in Hell

You’ve become my Paradise

in this living hell

where nothing seems to suffice

but there’s one thing which I can tell.


Whenever I go wrong,

you say I’m right.

I try to stay calm,

so we don’t fight.

but within all this time,

we both fall.

not to a rhyme,

or to a song,

but to faded memories,

as they com along,

we try to run

but it doesn’t help at all.


We’ve both stopped awhile

to talk it through.

we were sitting with our smile

when our fears came true.

the world in black and white

but it’s alright.

I won’t give up,

I’ll stand and fight

to see us through,


All the hardships,

all the pain

and tears

that we’ve been through.


Through all the glares,

the stares,

and the taunting too.


You’ve become my Paradise

in this living hell

where nothing seems to suffice

but there’s one thing which I can tell.

That all the hardships,

all the pain

and tears

that we’ve been through.


Through all the glares,

the stares,

and the taunting too.


Won’t ever rip us apart,


All our fears

and our



All our tears

and the


won’t ever

rip us apart.

Silent Screams

For every person there is a struggle.

Every person has a struggle

and it may be nothing to one person

and to another it could be a overbearing mountain.

A path they were forced to take as they tried to carry on.

Not many could carry such burdens on a road that was as steep

and many fall in those paths,

their eyes glued to the ground as they scream.

As their souls cry out

for help.

For someone to help them.

To guide them. To give them support.

But everyone walks past them

focused on their path,

believing they can carry on without aid,

soon to find themselves falling as well in their footsteps.


We all scream silently

as we cry out for help.

Some walk their paths,

bearing scars from their struggles.

Some crawl, their souls in ruins,

from screaming silently,

but never being helped.

Others mask their pain.

These masks,

hiding the cuts and the bruises.

The cloaks they bare,

Hiding the knives in their souls.


Few manage to walk their paths

with an ease unlike before,

but they walk it at a price.

They walk their paths,

ignorant of the cuts they gain.

Ignorant of the knives stabbing them.

Ignorant of the evil in their way.

Yet, they stop,

They give a hand to those who have fallen.

They reach out to those who were bruised.

They caress the soul of those with the mask.

They open up the world

and clear the way,

for those who have fallen,


they walk on.

They never reach their end.


This does not make them fools.

This does not make them unhappy.

This does not make them fall in their steps.

A fool would not,

Silence the scream and pain of others.

A fool would not,

Be unaware of their own pain.


To be ignorant of the pain,

to be able to help many,

a wiseman must fall.

for it is the wiseman

that will lead the tortured to bliss.

It is the wiseman,

that chose the path of pain,

for he understands the silent screams

and it is him,

who leads the lost and fallen,

back onto their feet.


He will wander the world,

as he ages

guiding the lost.

He will heal the pain

and the broken,

to continue their journey.

While he loses himself

to the silent screams.

A Lashing

My mind was fuzzy

as I felt my body numbing,


screaming for relief

from the eternal lashing.


Refusing to recuperate,

denying a calm living,


attacking my thoughts

though lashing at me…


Slowly, the pain rises

reaching a peak


washing over me,

as my body fades away.


Drifting away,

detached from myself,


the lashing continues,

for my mind is not at ease…


Turmoil ensues,

haunted by dreams,


prayed on in the dark,

silenced by my body…


Distant Winds

A whistling breeze
Chills the skin in the cold of night,
As they gather from distant lands
And caress your skin.

So gentle
As to keep you entranced
As the starry night sky
Shimmers above you.

Softly the leaves rustle again
Startling the hooting owl
As a chill runs down your spine
As the icy breeze blows again.

Distant winds
Gathered at your feet.
Cold yet sweet,
As a sweet good nights kiss.

Restless Nights

749 spots

749 spots i have counted 

On the walls in my room,

Staring into the dim 

Moon lit room.
My mind is stirred

And my vision at times blurred

And yet sleep evades me.
I toss and turn

Starboard and Stern

And yet no dreams occur.
163 lines

163 lines I have counted

In the grain of my ceiling

Some big

 and some small

Yet I can’t fall,

Into a deep sleep.

These restless nights,

May turn my plights

Into my inner fights

Distanced Days

Who knew

That so few 

Moments could feel

Evervescent and outstretched

That it could have you will

That TIME…
For all that we know

Could stop.

So that it could last

But last it won’t

…Time does not

Shift for men

And the heart may stop

Time for that moment

May last a lifetime

And when without

Whether the heart wants

Or not

Time distances itself

And mere minutes may become days

And days could become seconds.

Hi everyone, so I guess we all know this feeling. Where time seems not what it may be. I know my writing style is at times hard to follow, but it my style. I wish to dedicate this to my partner in crime, my opposite, the half that completes me. 

I know it is cheesy, but again, thats me.

To all who read, I say thank you. 

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