Lone Wolf
Misery, It is my company, My only constant companion, Who never leaves my side. I awake, It is morning, No one is by my side, Nobody to lick my nose. I sleep, It is late, No one is waiting, Nobody to cuddle with. Every day, Blends...
A Passionate Phenomena - short poem
Falling, falling. Deep down this bright pit. Pinks, oranges, and reds. The colors of the dawn. As I continue down, I feel something stir. Something is awakening Somewhere deep within. A pleasant fire sparks When I meet your gaze. I begin to...
Rough Day
Rough Day It was sure to be yet another rough day of school for the young fox. Jake could feel it as he hesitantly stepped onto that familiar yellow school bus and slowly shuffled his way towards the back seat. His nose twitched with the mixture of...
Soul Shattering Collapse - medium poem
How do you move on When your dreams have become flawed? You've watched them build up. Nurtured the fields of success and hope Just to watch it burn and decay With the smallest wrong breath, The one wrong question. How do you move on When the...
Poem #23
My muscles tremble and spasm, the pain moving to a higher level, at every turn, it gets worse, Powerful, sweet, sharp and unending. Every fiber and strand feels as if ignited, Burning brightly, the heat grows in waves, No end in sight, i feel...
Poem #21
Things change so fast, Reality alters at a changing pace, Growing faster and faster, Pain growing beyond the point of control, etching itself in my muscles and bones, It feels like lava flows through my body, Burning everything to ash. I look...
The True Reason
It's not out of desperation, but it is out of the feeling and fear of being alone. It's not the fact that family accompaniment is not enough, but the feeling that the love from my family is somewhat forced upon. Like that they feel compelled to have...
Writing.
Writing. It comes from the heart, outpours our feelings, and shows one's true self. The writing reflects the writer in more ways than one can imagine, and that there is what is to be appreciated, loved, respected, and admired, the effort that...
Alone
I was forced to move alot due to multiple repetitious circumstances. I, both, had alot of trouble making new friends, and had to say good bye to alot of good friends. Copyright Pyrin 2010 How many times will I let myself, face the fires of my...
Tears in a Vial
The still moving mechanical arm, With the blood covered razorblade, The remaining tools, The stench of the work bench, Only hint towards the cries of agony and pain, That echoed through the metal halls, Now weakly, An organic heart beating, Not...
Transforming
The tendrils creep further, Piercing my skin, Entering my tissues, I can hiss, Scream, Claw at it, Swear, Once again, The nanite alloy, Has spread further, Once more the hollow feeling, Has transformed me further, Claiming my other...
Euphoria
Time stands still, Almost like being paralyzed, Drowning in that sweet sensation, Letting myself being dragged down further, Into that endless lovingly turmoil, The honey sweet taste, Of your lips