Stolen HeartMy heart was stolen, long ago. I was but a child, young and small. The life that surrounded me, I feared bit caused me pain, horrible uncertainty. The real me, I'm not sure if I had lost, or had never even found to begin with. So I stole into the night, my heart heavy. I searched for a place of wonder, a place no world but my own; existed. So clad like a shadow, I vanished into the darkness of the night. As I walked through the starless night, nothing seemed to appear. When suddenly a beauty, I never knew before appeared. A lone tree, old. Roots, reaching deep. Flowers in bloom, along every branch. Cherry Blossoms sublime, beauty so divine. I slowly walked the glistening Plutonian shore, ever nearer to that blessed tree. Covered in such beautiful blossoms, I couldn't believe. Yet it stood, so amazing, so divine. But as I gazed, a light sparkled in my eye. A lone blossom stood, late to bloom. Suddenly the sky lit with stars ablaze, falling from the sky. As the brightest of stars descendStolen Heart by remnentsofabrokenman
Pendulum of BeliefBelief is the great strength an flaw of man. Whether belief drive us through the unachievable, or drive us to madness. Tis not for I to say. Yet alas alas, belief can drive us to an area of the mind. A part of the soul our humanity once lost. Throwing the door of wonder and the imagination open. To fill our heads with prose, and rhyme. Tis thing ye call belief, can open the mind and soul, to a power 'twas once unimaginable to us. Yet alas alas thy dear young child, you shan't forget, or ye only be a fool. Belief tis a doubled edged blade, and can go either way. A unbalanced scale on the top of a sword. 'Twas belief a gift, or the curse of the soul's madness. As the pendulum swings, the balance tinkering oh so softly and lightly. Shall the pendulum carry ye to a world a new, or drive thy soul into the maws of madness twisting thee to thy very core. Which will it be as the pendulum swings.Pendulum of Belief by remnentsofabrokenman
A world I don't want to know.I fall into a daze, slip into a dream. Butterflies, oh what a delite. Sandman has brought me a dream, a world of peace. A dream, of happiness. But suddenly the world turns, Pitch Black emerge. The place I thought held peace, now a world of evil. Darkness rules, fear its very tool. The world, it twists and it turns. My horrors come to life, my demons before my eyes. I'm in a world I never wanted to know, a mission I cannot see. Free me from this, nightmare quicken my end. Set me free from this, oh nightmare quicken my end. As Pitch Black takes form, clutching thy throat. He consumes my mind, a monster unkind. The nightmare consumes, destroying my mind. I lay in bed, tossing an turning, covered in a sweat. Praying this nightmare quickens my end, or I wake up. As Pitch Black feeds on my fear, tormenting my sleeping thoughts. I toss, I turn. No end in bloody sight. But just as Pitch is ready to designate my dreams for good, I see something. A lone blossom, oh a sweet cherry blossom. It floA world I don't want to know. by remnentsofabrokenman
Cherry blossom pt. 2I've been trying to figure out what to say or do for your birthday. Been wondering all day, and I came up with this for you.Cherry blossom pt. 2 by remnentsofabrokenman
The legend of the cherry blossom, it is one of old indeed. When I asked you o be mine, I recounted this beautiful and delicate flower's tale. But their is an aspect, a small pearl of the blossom's story; I had saved for another time. You see Laura, I recounted the beauty of the cherry blossom. The way it hides, the way it is late to bloom; and, the beauty when it blossoms in full. The insurmountable beauty and elegance, such a small thing holds. But now, for your birthday. The final pearl of the story, I tell for you.
The beauty of the blossoms, is rather prevalent indeed. But now to tell the darker surrounding side of this here tale.
Centuries this blossom tree has stood, withstanding the trails and test of time. Wars passed, men slayed. Evil crept, like an icey an chilly hand clutching at the inhabitants of this world's throat. While the world lay dilapidated a