Note from Fallen

So, if you noticed, I haven't really posted anything lately. For a while, I thought about deleting the blog... but then     tonight I went through and read all the comments instead of the poems... and I have decided to keep posting. Even though I don't think that highly of a lot of my writing, just reading the responses and realizing that maybe somehow somewhere one of my posts may have helped someone, not literally, but in the sense of not being alone in what they may be feeling or may have felt in the past.

So, I thought I would just post this to let everyone know that yes, I am still alive and writing lol, and that I will hopefully have some new posts come the end of summer. I've been expanding my writing a bit...might upload a couple of pages of a story I started. Who knows, only time shall tell. I leave you with a revelation I had, and a quote that I made for myself when things get rough:


Don't try to make your broken heart new again,
Keep the scars as reminders of what you have overcome.

-Fallen

Between Life and Death

All this pain and hatred built up inside
I cant feel my body,
I'm not even sure I'm still alive.
What is this called then,
This thing that I'm doing?
It cant be living,
But it cant be death.
Numb to the world and all its torment.
Living in the shadows of the darkness,
That swallow my entire being,
Not wanting to fight back.
I just want to be consumed,
At least maybe then i will feel something.

Romeo and Juliet

Drowning,

Sinking into the emerald iris,

Within it's depth benevolence is lost,

Bounded to the wall of despondency.

The extinguished flame combusts,  

Once more with a passion,

Ablaze much brighter than before.

As Romeo and Juliet sing in their rapture,

A most sweetly deafening melody,

To which the antecedent infatuation dances,

And the malign quintessence bemoans,

As the raven sings its heart felt lullaby.

To sleep fall the fairies and nymphs,

As the snakes roam the forest floor,

Purging the life beneath its bane embodiment,
Until the earth is no more. 

Story I wrote at random. Should I continue? What should I call it? I will let you decide...

It was two o'clock in the morning, the only light in the room was the slither of light radiating from the hallway that lay beneath the locked door. Pitch black, it was something Mechelle had grown use to over the past five years in her windowless room. She wasn't an unfortunate orphan, or a child with parents who loathed the sight of her. No, she had the unfortunate luck of being the younger sister of a childish adult, Katherine. Five years ago Katherine graduated from college, a miracle in itself. One would assume that after college Katherine would have found a job, rented an apartment, or even move in with her boyfriend of five years, Mitch. However, that would be expecting too much, at least for Mechelle. Upon graduating from college, Katherine moved back in, even though she had never really left to begin with. As if the situation was not stressful enough, Katherine demanded to have her own room. Katherine and Mechelle had always shared a room, due to the fact that the other two rooms in their small three bedroom house were occupied at the time. Unfortunately, the year before Kathrine's reinstatement in the household, their father past away from lung  cancer. With their father gone, there was no more need for his office, which became Michelle's room, because she was "just a child, all she really needed was a bed and four walls". If there was one thing in this tormented world that irritated Mechelle, it was self absorbed people such as her sister.

Reaching For You

I reach across the distant land,
The one between you and  I.
The one that you have placed there,
That's not visible to the human eye.
I think of how we use to be,
To the time when you confided in me.
Now as the wind blows the tumble weed,
There is no one here but me.

I search the mountains looking for you,
But I chase only empty footprints,
Empty shells in the frigid snow,
The places you have already been.
I follow you in vain, I know,
 But it's you I think of in the end.