Tag: Trust

The Miasmic Tearfall

by Desnei, posted in Short Story

 

At the miasmic tearfall I sit and watch as new tears join the river. A million moments of sorrow and misery merging, the death of everyone resounding in the water’s roar, and my memories making the air heavy with regret. My eyes look down to see the thing I’m holding ever so close. I grip the tsuka (handle) of a katana created from my own strife. What if I put this blade in my liver?

Does the world even change? Or do I learn the truth? This place isn’t a part of the world I remember. Emotions crossing over a membrane that spans for eternity. A choice to cross the divide isn’t one that anyone has. Existing means coming to grip with the finite nature of existence. These events I recall have left their marks both good and bad. Some of the bad things have been dissected, repressed, changed, and forgotten. Is it possible to remember those things? I gently lick my upper lip in respect of the bittersweet lies I forced myself to believe.

The saya (scabbard) of the katana is a lie as well. A safety to a weapon that isn’t safe. Why do we need to create so many walls between right and wrong? Are we that afraid of the monsters inside of us? I wish I could let my own monster out. I don’t think he wants to kill others. He simply seeks freedom. The monster in me is this katana in my hands. Do I dare take off the mask that still condemns it to darkness? What if the light fills it with rabid anger towards everything that it could never have before? Can I give it reason to care more about tomorrow than yesterday?

I don’t know if I’m strong enough. The katana trembles with immense power. My mind finds itself caught in the hamon. The grooves within the blade tell a story of a man lost inside of his foolish pride. I dropped the blade carrying my heaviest doubts and walked to the ledge. Every fiber of my being reforged in the heat of battle, a battle that will never end.

This miasmic tearfall irradiated by the will power within. The dark fog coming off the tears suffocates me but I keep looking into the tearfall. Wondering if my words could ever break through the membrane between you and me. Like cells in an organism we are aware of each other but divided for good reason until the moment we need each other. Soil on the ledge crumbles apart and falls into the endless pitfall.

“It is myself who must find reason to enter the sorrow of others. If I find them will I be able to pull them back? But maybe that is how true friends are found. When they sacrifice everything for someone they just met could be that foundation. And I will enter the miasmic tearfall to save you my love.”

I leap into the pitfall. Thoughts transcend existence until the moment a choice is made. My choice is to give everything I have for those I love.

A Sword Raised to Protect

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

Resting on these laurels
As if they change something.
I enter from a flourishing Spring
Into a drought. Failing morals.

Sinful recant in the shade under a blistering star
That has been there long before any man. A scar
In the sky during this drought. Distance to walk is far
Between the shadows of trees. There will be a war
And I’ll be the only casualty today, this I swear.
When all I try to do is earn respect even by a hair,
Such a small amount, but I lack so much. A thick tar
Pours over me but to others I am the same from afar.

Chasing what comes undone
Because I still hear that tone.

Do you think I’ll never move from here?
How can it be that clear? My own heartstrings
Plucked until they were out of tune. I raise my voice
And they let me suffer for it. All I want is someone
Who has faith in me. Is that really it? In part maybe.
I want to prove to myself that I’m not in the wrong.
Do they prey on my weakness? Family and friends.
How can I trust when nothing goes right? From my sight
I go blind. The uncertainty deceives my heart and mind.
Lonely. A raised voice passes through the walls
Surrounding my true self. They never even notice that.
Saying how I feel would be like placing a powder keg
Within a burning chapel. No trust, bottled up feelings,
Judgment passes over, self loathing ensues; I slip away.
This event goes on repeat forcing me to feel defeat
Even when I return day after day. Is this my own insanity?

So many questions I’ll never be able to answer
And I know that. The truth has turned into a blur.

A final choice remains. What to do with this life of mine?
Can’t expect respect if I do nothing. I must do what I want
And prove who I am to myself. I’ll rise up to fight like a gallant
Knight who raises his sword to protect. In the end I’m just fine.
sa;bdry

I’m Fallen Not Broken

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

What is right and what is wrong?
I thought I could find it on a long
Journey through life. Am I strong
Enough to finally recite a song?

The song of who I am. Caught
Up in the words of yesterday
But I try going forward. Do others
See me falling back or rising up?
There is so much more. If only
They’d open their eyes and see me.

Screaming to lift this lonely rope
From my neck. I am here. They say
That respect is something you pay
A price for. I’m just trying to cope.

The real me wants some rest
But everyday I’m put to a test.

What if I surrender? What if I snap?
My heart beats so I face what I know,
But is that all there is? I’m so numb!

I want to dream again. All the pain
In this world I hate. If I were to say no
What would they even do? The rain
Falls if I win or lose. Say get ready, go;
I’ll be waiting here for a derailed train.

Every time I reached for a hand I fell
From an emotional cliff. I never drowned
So I return trying to right the past. Crowned
By my regrets, thorns, I can already tell
I’m never going back into the cold ocean.
They say I’m distant but that is my devotion
To all of the true hearts we can never sell.

I cared so much but they let me fall below.
So I vow for life that I’ll never be that shallow.
sa;bdry

The Ocean of Sin

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

I sat at a familiar round table
With my head in my hands. A fable
Repeated in my head as other patrons
Said hello to no reply. Gas stations,
Work, politics; please say nothing at all.
I’m running through life chasing my fall.

Am I just living in a dream?

The thoughts of others bury me underground
But I still hear them. Abandon all hope
Or learn differently? I want to hear no sound
For a little while. It’s really hard to cope.

Why did I come here?
Walking into the depths of fear.

Everywhere I run the fear appears
And I run away. The turning gears
Stretching me so thin. Years
Spent stuck in clockwork. My tears. . .

A dried up well in the desert.
I came here after the mirages
All faded away. Visages
Drift and in their eyes is hurt.

Too real and too tainted; dehydration
Of our hearts raised in dream desiccation.

I slam my hands down and get away.
Every second I spend lost
Gets erased from existence.
A reality more like a maelstrom
Slamming me forward through time.
Nowhere to go but down below
Onto the ocean floor. I breathe.
The pain tells me I’m alive.

Lungs collapsing, blood flowing;
I’m trying to enter the ring
For another fight. I saw no way
Else to defend what I truly love.
Every statue made out of clay
Couldn’t compare to her skin
Against my own. Did I fall for sin?

What else could I do? I’m too weak
To stand alone in this world. So I seek
the comfort in others. Of sin though, I reek.

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“Sinking deeper into this life I barely know. . .”

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The Fire We Tend, Love

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

Softly my hand leads the way
Through the night. Whatever I say
Is enchanted by the moonlight. To pay
The price of stealing your breath away
Is to remain here and watch life decay.
And so I ask you to teach me a new way.

Walking between bullets and hearts.
Teach me to dance in the brightest darkness
And how your smile is the light of Heaven.
I’m unworthy but I’ll prevail just
To chase your light for eternity.

Every single day we make our kingdoms.
I’m so uncertain, the true fear,
But I continue despite my feelings.
And at night I stare at ceilings
To wonder why I’m here.
Do you feel the same despite the idioms?

Sometimes I wonder if I was a better man
If this life would be the same. The mistakes
Are mine and I am in debt to them to the end.

Rest your heart right here. I’ll be here
As long as I can to chase away your fear.

Stars shine when you don’t even see them.
Why can’t we dream like that? This life
Given to us awaits for a single spark
And soon the flames will dance so high.
Remember this one little thing forever and ever:

A flame can spread. . .
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The Atrocity of Life

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

Every wish gave to the stars up above
Went into orbit. Satellites using gravity
To stay afloat beyond the clouds. Shove
Our ideals away and alter this disparity,

What is the possibility to rise up from the dirt?
Eyes open, heart beating, and still breathing
In the air. Every choice merging together
Into an abomination, the Atrocity of Life.
All the dice rolls cultivating a glorious seed
Meant to be planted firmly within the dirt.

Here I have been as the gardener of this lost land.
Listening, helping, caring; reaching out my hand.

A wish sent up above returned to my feet
From the force of gravity. Falling like a meteor
I awaited for it right here expecting no detour.
When will it be that we will finally meet?

The wish will never return but I remain
Here upon the Earth like a filthy stain.
Searching for what my heart can gain.

The Atrocity of Life is me. Touching the world
In my own sense of beauty. Every crystalline mirror
Shattered around me in the maze of heart and mind.
All the words you say pierce right through my flesh
When I am being honest. I wished for us to find
Common ground but the truth couldn’t be unwritten
From the scripture we drew upon as little kids.
From that day we knew there could be no returning.

I keep caring for a plot without a seed
Believing a tree might someday sprout.
Idealistically we betrayed what we wrought
Like saints who are sinners in need.

Lay to rest the darkness we hold onto for safety.
When we walk apart there will never be a remedy.
sa;bdry

Clairvoyant, Perpendicular Lines Inside Our Eyes

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

An ephemeral wind passes right on through many
And yet everything remains the same. Closed off.
Is that what we have become in time’s erosion?
It seems so long ago when smiles challenged the Sun
But we are the same people. Caught up in semantics
We defy the lessons upon the parchment above, the sky.

Caught in this cycle most avaricious. Building castles
In the sand with dying wishes for graves covered by thistles.
Why do we fight for dreams lost in high tide? Missiles
Held as threats to these cities of glass where nobody whistles.

When humans actually begin to feel and not assume
Could it be possible for our lives to finally resume?

If I look in your eyes what remains? The glow of stars
Or the ashes of pyres circling inside like a hurricane.
Did the atmosphere burn away your heart? The scars
On your skin show of years spent standing in the rain.
What if we saw the pain instead of fighting small wars?

Our sights are so perpendicular that a crash is inevitable
When the arrow of time flies right on by. There isn’t order
In what remains as we abandon our way to say hello. Tell me,
Are we supposed to say goodbye or can we change on the inside?
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Summerday Serenade

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

In a crowd of many people
I hear not a single voice.
They speak but a choice
Made them unable to stifle
My senses. Unity was never
What I craved for. A clever
Deceit hiding my heart’s temple.

The sea of unknown faces
Rises and crashes into me.
I sink under the tides to drown
Because I feel rejected and lost.
Will they forget me if I disappear?
Paradoxes created in my head
Sing me to sleep and death someday.
But I swim toward the sunlight
In belief that living is better than dying.
A harsher reality hits me in the jaw.

“WELCOME TO THE MASQUERADE”

A city of liars and thieves on the heights.
They come for a fight and another trip
When I break the lines they worship.
Turn the safety off and line up the sights.

The enemies are everywhere. They hide
From the light to stab us in the back. Ride
Daylight until it fades and at night stay inside.

I’m not strong enough to fight forever.
On the darkest of nights betrayal
Pierced into my heart. I had to sever
A bond I gave everything to. Denial
Kept me from acting earlier, my bad.
Love is something precious. I was sad
Until her lies surfaced. It was trivial.

Being alone taught me so much and
Gave me time to sort out the past. Sand
In an hourglass might never go in reverse
But an unsettled past can become a curse.

“FIND A REASON OR FADE AWAY”

Living to fight? I never wanted that.
Lies exist but they can’t conceal the truth
No matter how much time passes.
I decided to write but the motivation
Wasn’t there. Found myself in the dark.
Heartbeat speeds up, sweat drips; fear.

My past collided with me like a Big Bang.
A friend I turned on for a deceitful romance
Who returned to start again. Without someone
Lying to me I agreed. A kindness abused
Shouldn’t be the death of a friendship.
She became my Summerday Serenade.

In two lines is eternity:

You are my Summerday, a whole lifetime
Given to someone. Hearts that rhyme.
sa;bdry

Runes Carved into the Sky

by Desnei, posted in Poetry, Short Story

Magic, a flight of fancy to most
But something of great beauty,
Weaves together the strings
Of our hearts. Close your eyes to see.

     We have been standing at borderlines wondering when things will change. Tears have been shed and lives have been lost in these moments of hysteria. When everything comes to an end we are left with the shards of what we once had. The whole world shattered apart like a picture frame dropped on the floor.

It is impossible to get back what is lost. Our hearts plead and beg for the past to return. When time is an arrow we can’t reclaim a state of before or after just now. We could argue what is the best course of action or we can deal with the immediate problem.

The media wants it to be an issue not a tragedy. When we divide instead of coming together we have lost. We’ve been hypnotized. Show a little heart not your pride when pushed to the line. A strong tower crumbles down harder but love never burns through the fires of war. Change the strategy if you desire victory.

War will not fix the wound Humanity shares. When people don’t see the light in others the world surely gets darker. That is a principle in life most get accustom to. A loneliness one can feel while surrounded by others. Let us look into that before speaking about the more profound circumstances we face as a species.

Loneliness still hurts more than anything else. If people are told to do what everyone else does when they don’t agree with it then it becomes hard to know what is right to feel. The truth to that ends up being quite selfish. Do what you believe is right and someday you will meet others that feel the same. Loneliness exists just try your best not to let it change who you are.

Such a feeling of isolation often leads to terrible disasters. — 1. The person will do anything to fit in. 2. Others use lonely people to convert them from normal citizens to radicals. 3. They tend to believe what they are told instead of standing up. — Loneliness is one of many things that bring about the dissolution of civilization. How do others combat it?

Find the strings of our hearts and weave them together. The only way to change this is by being there for those that need you. Sometimes it isn’t a choice we willingly make. However small this step is it can be the thing that brings another person back from the edge. We have all been there at the edge of our wits without a clear view of the future. Be a friend to the ones in need because it is a long way down.

We are crashing from the highs,
Artificial and far from the Earth,
Nowhere to go just down, down,
Down. Heart in our throats
We don’t know where to step.
Falling in reverse, changing the story.

Reach your hand out at the cliff.
Console my burning pain until tears
Extinguish the flame. I have many fears
Constricting my heart until it’s stiff.

If only a kind hand could cross the veil
Of eternal night. My fate soon will seal.

     We can’t avoid what has happened so from today live a little better. See the heart strings cross boundaries that were until now unseen. Love for others might seem hard but open the path between yourself and another. Can be one or many just watch how close you get, respect their hearts and yours, and see what comes. One can love others as friends to save them.

Truth be told that I wasn’t sure what to say except in a poem reverberating deep within. . .

The moment I felt the true world
Return to me I looked at the night sky.
Stars were stars except now they
Gained a greater existence. Runes
Carved into place for all to see.
Do they light the way back home?

Magic of hearts and runes of starlight
Bless a road I have reached at. I just might. . .

See what awaits us beyond the past.
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The Serenade of Our Clandestined Tears

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

“Sometimes things are better left unsaid.”

Words kept like a sharpened blade
Concealed beneath a gentle guise.
All I do is try to see this eye to eye
But something threw us into disarray.

The choices in life twisted
Our hearts into parallels.

Yet we both long for a day
Loneliness can no longer sway
These broken hearts. Just say
What hurts before we decay.

A world of untold stories awaits
Those able to abandon the Fates.
My friend, we sit here at the gates
Wondering why we should fight
On in this life. Everyone wants a light
Illuminating everything in sight.
We are sitting here in the wake
Of tragedy asking whats true and fake.
Look deep inside to find the might
Offering a new road for you tonight.
If we fail this we become a blight.
My friend, we sit here at the gates.
One day we will choose our own fates
Where our own untold story awaits.

Those tears you’re concealing sing truth
Under a starlit sky back in our youth.

Sometimes things need to be said. . .

sa;bdry