Gods & MonstersWhat a delightful treat! The Grim Reaper shall set foot on this road, neither anyone wants to be touched or stared upon his soul-wrenching glance.He comes up at the middle of the road and faces the weaklings who dared to challenge him in despair.But one poke and scrape left the blood gushing from their mouths and flesh rotted indefinitely.However, the sliding of his scythe grew into a louder noise that has woken up the sleeping beasts.Every step towards the end of his direction, screams have been heard by the most death defying tones.The Banshee arrives.Fear runs up to every inch of the townsfolk spines. Hoping nothing but just to stop the wailing spirit to speak upon their deaths.The Grim Reaper continues his journey. He swung and laughed at every minute of his experience.Flutters of wings are suddenly witnessed along the dark skies.Azrael comes by to pick up his deliveries.Everyone ran and some were crushed by the stampede th
Your “Faux Pas” is not your definitionWe have a lifestyle of deciding whether or not we can stand up or stand down.We dwell in specific magnifying glasses of authenticity and silence.We bring a pinch of hell and heaven in our own unique way and somehow try to get away from all the advantages.We do not intend to create an action that may impact more of another sense of blending in.There are voices in the back of your head screaming for freedom and wanting strength.Voices that breaks chains and destroys infrastructures of a meaningful substance.Voices that travel down your body to create such a movement to make everyone afraid of you.Voices that will tell you to drive a car, get away and hang yourself in the closet or some kind of place where no one can find you.Sometimes all of these things happen and ends up with a thought of it being a total waste of your own existence.A downward spiral twists around and takes you out of the corners in the delusional ph
SeekIt's been two months and still nothing but an utter and the silencing death of lonesome.Just the echoes of your breathing and the heat it comes with it.It rings to my ears and sends chills down my spine.But nothing beats a devastating turn of events if you are not here by my side.Even though your presence is gone, I can feel the atmosphere that was left by the distance.It brought days and weeks of weeping that evolved into a drastic cry for help.You found yourself in the place you didn't expect to be.However, it was how you rose from the ground that made you stay where you are.It's going to be almost 3 months. Still no word from you.I saw you passing by every once in a while.But I was looking forward to the point where we were supposed to say 'Hi' and exchange a hug if possible.Instead, you just walked. Walked away and drifted.I wanted to come after you.I wished to follow you.I dreadfully dreamed of touching your skin for even a bit.I t
HiddenIt is an exhausting night where the howling of the wolves can only be heard when you listen.Beyond that is the deep silence of a lady in black.But i must ask you first, Can you fill the spaces that were left untouched?Return that was borrowed, but you never had?Ask for something in return and answer for another question?Then, drift in a mental illusion and turnover for the world's bloodiest nightmare to come.She lurks in every corner, hides in every space and comes out if she's hungry for your flesh.Looks can be deceiving, but never look into her eyes. One glance can keep you paralyzed, but conscious.You'd be watching her devour your insides, painful to look at but no movement can be done once she has you.The easiest yet the most difficult death will be showcased, and you as its audience. The curtain will never close.After the outstandingly gore meal, she leaves your body. Remained unremembered and useless.She wipes the blood off of her face,
A letter to unmuteWe think of everyday as another moment to sigh deeply from your core.Or perhaps that most of the hours where we lie on top of a nail bed is just like slowly sinking ourselves with torture.It did go for a good trouble, but is it worth it?How is it supposed to go when you've gone crazy from overthinking?Hey it's you again!How have you been?What was wrong with you today?Got deeply affected by that person who told you you're nothing?I disagree so much on what happened to you. I couldn't imagine exactly what you're going through, but I know you're hurt.You stayed in your place and kept it calm behind the curtains.I heard that your "other side" got loose from its cage.You held that for years.You worked hard on keeping them together.Removing the insanity from the covered dignity.Find it in yourself to survive, but look for what you know is needed to be found.You know in yourself that it's hard.How would you go back to it again?Do you
Opening DoorsIn a four cornered room, there are 16 doors in their own distinct faces, shape and entity to yourself.In each door lies every truth, angle and despair that comes to you in wide patterns of experience.You can only open any of them, but you are allowed to enter in only 2 doors.Choose wisely, for every decision has a price to pay in every bit of intention to choose.These doors represent every aspect and edge of your personality. It's path depends on which side you would like to hold on for eternally.When you go beyond these specific doors, you can always turn around and go to the other one.If you dare to close the door in that room you're in, you can never open it. It remains locked for the rest of your life.It opens a double-edged sword. For when you close it, you can not come back, so you are trapped and pushed to go for the exit.If it remains open, you can always be in different places, but still trapped in not knowing where to set your own way.Ei
EndlessNone but one.One but noneNone although one.One as none.To none is oneTo one is none.None for the oneOne for the none.None makes oneOne makes noneNone with one.One of none.None through one.One within none.None. Thus, one.One. Thus, none.None in oneOne in none.None with oneOne without none.None goes one.One went none.None of one.One if none.None takes one.One makes none.None parts one.One half none.None create one.One destroys none.None wholes one.One brings none.None walks one.One talks none.None seek one.One hides none.None is to one as one is not to none.None is not none without the one beside the one.One reflects none, but one is one's only none.One and None in a None and One avenue.None.None.One.One.None.One.None.None,No more none.One more one.None and one as one and none is not none and one.&nb
It’s you againWhen do you give time to ask yourself that you could be anything?Does it come once or twice in a day?Perhaps a year or more?Still, do we give time in knowing what is and what should never be?You can find many things in life a bit confusing.They'd give you migraines and a whole lot of diseases you might attract because of stress.Due to the fall of the object, you can discover and question the gravity of your worth.However, you can go for a bit of a time being in the connection of limits you conquer.This is another poem where I want to speak to you again.Please fill out the spaces with any of your answers.For all the time you spend to take and give for yourself, you must know your significance.That the world is distant when you're not around to explore your space.And in any sense, your literal self is your literal self-crushing pursuit.But would you let it take you down from its hook of your choice?I had an average day that you