An angelic muse has been godsent
to heal my heart, to reveal my true
essence of being and recall
on the little things that
true happiness lies within
A moment of pure tranquility
peace that I thought was
forever hid in the recesses
of memory, that belonged
only in my childhood
To relive that sense of innocency
a precious treasure, thought
only exsisted in fairy tales
wisdom from the ancient
trees of Merlin
I give thanks
to the Old Ones
who taught me how
brought my being here
I finally see the light
what is it when a song comes on and a certain person automatically comes to mind? goosebumps rise over your body and a chill runs through you right down to your spine? your heart starts to ache just to here their voice, just to see their face? their image is there when you fall asleep and when you rise?they're the first person you worry about, when your in their presence you couldnt want anything more in the world? they give you the highest of joys and can make you madder than a hatter? you feel 100% at ease with them, they are a drug to you, you're compelled to tell them truths the strongest truth serum could not bring? someone tell me....wh
stranded on an island of desolation
cold rain pours down constantly
pain so bad it paralyzes the soul
this is a place of no return
the isle is just a stigma on the world
there are no colors just a lack of
I am just a crack in reality
my mind, an endless abyss
no relief. no water. no blood.
my existence here is worse than death
feelings are trapped in hell
no amount of tears explains justice
a point worse than broken
tremors run through my veins
pulsations of fire overwhelm everything
Living behind the backside of a mirror
Right side I'm trapped, here im free
Even Alice would be jealous of the mysticism
Expression of soul is key
There's everywhere to wonder
But nowhere to see
It's an endless place,
Population: just me
There isn't much color
While dwelling in black and white
Feelings here are neutral
There's no day instead it's all night
Emotions are forbidden here
Sometimes you need a place to escape
I take refuge in this wonderland
A place to lose yourself in its landscape
the sun's warm tendrils
radiate through my body,
subtle yet assertive
the wind's light fingers
gently caress my
soft, delicate skin
swirls of smoke
escape out my nostrils and
ascend towards the heavens
a bed of sand
cleaves onto every
crease and curve
lovely sweet odors
of herb and incense
enchant my spirit
nature's livid desire
transforms into miraculous pleasure
in one's being
Beatific Transformation by xxalanarayxx, literature
Literature
Beatific Transformation
the hope of day
made manifest inside
by a personal pixie,
I call my muse
delivered she the message
sent from my past,
a note of innocent joy
radiating away permanent blues
united was I
back with my true self.
so long you were hidden away,
helplessly lost; a long gone memoir
dare i cry tears of celebration?
gladness echoes through my spirit and heart
I am grateful to that angel
my spirit is no longer a broken dire
loving pain, hatefull pleasure by xxalanarayxx, literature
Literature
loving pain, hatefull pleasure
"There is never love in the world without hate, nor is there ever great pleasure without great pain. They work hand-in-hand, all full of extreme passion. They are equal brothers, not one exists without the other."
An angelic muse has been godsent
to heal my heart, to reveal my true
essence of being and recall
on the little things that
true happiness lies within
A moment of pure tranquility
peace that I thought was
forever hid in the recesses
of memory, that belonged
only in my childhood
To relive that sense of innocency
a precious treasure, thought
only exsisted in fairy tales
wisdom from the ancient
trees of Merlin
I give thanks
to the Old Ones
who taught me how
brought my being here
I finally see the light
what is it when a song comes on and a certain person automatically comes to mind? goosebumps rise over your body and a chill runs through you right down to your spine? your heart starts to ache just to here their voice, just to see their face? their image is there when you fall asleep and when you rise?they're the first person you worry about, when your in their presence you couldnt want anything more in the world? they give you the highest of joys and can make you madder than a hatter? you feel 100% at ease with them, they are a drug to you, you're compelled to tell them truths the strongest truth serum could not bring? someone tell me....wh
stranded on an island of desolation
cold rain pours down constantly
pain so bad it paralyzes the soul
this is a place of no return
the isle is just a stigma on the world
there are no colors just a lack of
I am just a crack in reality
my mind, an endless abyss
no relief. no water. no blood.
my existence here is worse than death
feelings are trapped in hell
no amount of tears explains justice
a point worse than broken
tremors run through my veins
pulsations of fire overwhelm everything
Living behind the backside of a mirror
Right side I'm trapped, here im free
Even Alice would be jealous of the mysticism
Expression of soul is key
There's everywhere to wonder
But nowhere to see
It's an endless place,
Population: just me
There isn't much color
While dwelling in black and white
Feelings here are neutral
There's no day instead it's all night
Emotions are forbidden here
Sometimes you need a place to escape
I take refuge in this wonderland
A place to lose yourself in its landscape
the sun's warm tendrils
radiate through my body,
subtle yet assertive
the wind's light fingers
gently caress my
soft, delicate skin
swirls of smoke
escape out my nostrils and
ascend towards the heavens
a bed of sand
cleaves onto every
crease and curve
lovely sweet odors
of herb and incense
enchant my spirit
nature's livid desire
transforms into miraculous pleasure
in one's being
Beatific Transformation by xxalanarayxx, literature
Literature
Beatific Transformation
the hope of day
made manifest inside
by a personal pixie,
I call my muse
delivered she the message
sent from my past,
a note of innocent joy
radiating away permanent blues
united was I
back with my true self.
so long you were hidden away,
helplessly lost; a long gone memoir
dare i cry tears of celebration?
gladness echoes through my spirit and heart
I am grateful to that angel
my spirit is no longer a broken dire
loving pain, hatefull pleasure by xxalanarayxx, literature
Literature
loving pain, hatefull pleasure
"There is never love in the world without hate, nor is there ever great pleasure without great pain. They work hand-in-hand, all full of extreme passion. They are equal brothers, not one exists without the other."
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