As yet untitled... Crimson and ScarletAs yet untitled... by ~LastLivingDragon
You bedeck the walls
You lay out words
-Made of flint-
On the carpet
Trapped in innocence
They think
But of course,
It's never true
To see the world
With cleansed eyes
To feel pain
And happiness
With every breath
That should be life
That should be death
No ropes of misery
No blades of sorrow
Just you
And yourself
No opinions
No wise-cracks
Just self-perspective
So much better
To lay your soul out
On those Crimson, Scarlet walls
With white chalk thoughts…
Your Corner In the corner sits a boy, his knees to his chest.Your Corner by ~zanevanniekerk
Listening to the voices.
Trying to focus on his own breathing he picks at the lint on the carpet.
Shutting his eyes hard he forces back the tears, only a single one escapes.
The tear burns his skin as it lands, enforcing his resolve not to cry.
There is a momentary lull; a foreboding silence.
Erupts the anger again.
A shiver runs up his back, as the winter’s night chill makes its presence felt.
Clenching teeth harder, picking faster, the boy in the corner sits.
Light from the hallway pokes its pointy prongs around the door as if it were a halo sanctifying the darkness.
The nigh
Eternity and Burnt Toast How can I ignore each soulEternity and Burnt Toast by ~gracelikerain316
That holds inherent eternity
Potential of the highest call
Or despair of deepest grief
A cosmic reality that stretches
As deepest calling unto deep
And yet I complain
About my burnt toast
And my sore throat
And my ink that runs dry
Like paper-thin gauze that covers
Stuck taut across my cheeks
Pin hole light, dampened breath
And limited oxygen supplies
Gasping for air-not-of-this-world
Tired recognition of compromise
And I find no words
And my throat hurts
And I'm late for work
And the pen has run dry
Lord, please be my centre
And may Your kingdom come
Let this reality's duality
Unveil before m
Zest 
Sta.sh
