Cognition

I speak while acknowledging I am bound to be silenced.
I achieve while aware I will be humbled.
I rise while knowing I shall soon fall.
I succeed while realizing it is inevitable for me to fail.
I gain fearing I am sure to have charity taken from me.
I do not remain inarticulate, for I am confident in the potency of my voice.
I am not quenched from being impoverished.
I tumble knowing my ascension shall exceed far beyond any that have previously occurred.
I savor the taste of raw failure while memorizing the bitterness and angst it possesses.
I vow to allow my thoughts to digest its unwavering discernment merely once.
I embrace loss for I am certain I will acquire and prosper again.
I live rationalizing I am fated to perish.
It is indisputable that I shall expire knowingly and knowledgeably.

Ingest

Hey there, you hapless fool.
Yes you, the hopeless mortal with the guilt-stricken face.
How is your solitude addressing you?
How does it feel to watch your life sprawled across the screen?
Watching your words play into other lives like a broken script.
Is it satisfying to know that you are the ringleader of this blood-smitten circus?
Knowing that you originate from dementia, and continue to carry on insanity’s blessing.
Has it sunk in that you have hastily bitten off more misfortunes than you could ever chew?
Do you realize you’ve been damned with the touch of fatality?
When the sin-drenched stake is driven into your atrocious core, do you feel like an utter disgrace?
Or merely become overwhelmed by acquisition?
When the lights start to flicker and the aged film crackles to life, does the lack of color entice you?
As the accordion sings its morose serenade, does it send chills down your spine?
Perhaps it fractures the backbone you have never truly possessed?
The feeble soul that ought to be fed to famished hounds.
Can you swallow this?
Are you captivated by the tantalizing ways the gypsies display in vain?
Stolen treasures ringing as they pass, sputtering, muttering words of pretense.
Amidst the purple disarray adamantly choking you.
Cowering from the fires ablaze, surrounding you.
Rapidly becoming conquered by the madness of jump rope chants and sinister laughter.
Are you able to swallow yet?
Do you comprehend the sole fact that you have never once loved?
For it is because of your self pity and false affections, that you have remained alone.
Peer into the mirror you have stored out of contempt, discover that this dreadful reflection staring back at you is no other but yourself.
Try swallowing now.

Contrary-tale

I must confess, I never adamantly believed in once upon a time tales.
In my evasive thoughts, these fables were merely slumber stories.
Consequently I felt you were no more wondrous than any other.
You were on my door step in simply blue jeans, a sweater and a smile; not shiny, shimmering, splendid metallic.
You arrived not upon a magical rug or atop a reverent stallion but in an economy car.
In your hands you held not my missing shoe from the previous fortnight, but the day’s mail.
You possessed no antidote for this ardor I seem to have been poisoned with but offer the hope and will for it to remain everlasting.
You have not awakened me from this gratifying reverie with a passionate kiss but a slight brush against my arm as you proceed through the threshold to slip off your coat.
It is then I suddenly come to the rationalization that my true fairytale resides within you.
We are star crossed lovers in this realm of reality.
And I am wishing upon every glistening sparkle in the sky, that I shall discover my happily ever after within your eyes.

Mortal Savior

Venture into the depths of my desolate frame.
The form you have recklessly shattered in vain.
The smoldering hostility you have left to perish.
Now I am merely among myself, with only the memories remaining.
Those were the days, yes, those were the days.
The silence of those beloved golden moments was nothing short of sacred.
The pinnacle calm before the storm.
It was when time seemed to go on endlessly.
Yet at some point along the lines of bliss and ecstasy, time was lost, evaporated throughout the years.
The artificial serenity was then nursed in my hands like an empty mug with only an ounce of false pretense left within its shallow capacity.
Paranoia hastily coated my every thought and dream.
The concept of children crouching timidly in the shadows, their innocence being lapped up by the sinister omniscience the darkness summons forth.
So how could you possibly dare to request that I find it within the goodness of my heart to seek forgiveness of those who are deemed to assault the virtue of others?
How is it that you can subject me to sop up the defenseless tears and blood that flows from the victims, without uttering a single solitary word of contempt towards the committers of these catastrophes?
Regard me as a warning, for I shall not be the only one to speak out against these diabolical actions.
This vicious cycle must be stopped, and it is our obligation to make sure these victims are led toward a substantial salvation.

Transience

I see the tears that brim your lustrous eyes.
I hear your heartstrings being strummed upon by the moon’s solemnity.
I savor the aftertaste of dashing hopes that dance on the tip of your tongue.
I feel your bleak hands reach out for me in despair.
And the morose fragrance of bitter anguish fills my insides to an inconceivable extent.

As the earth laps up the sorrow that drips down that shattered face of yours,
I can hardly fathom the treacherous pain that lies beneath your flesh.
For there is nothing a promise can assure in times such as these.
And I shall never venture to say a mortal can keep its word.
But you can be certain that I differ from the rest.
Never will you ever regard me as an evanescent lover.

Flare

By some perverse stroke of fate, you have returned;
whether it be by a corrupt figment of my wretched imagination or the sick logics of reality.
Would it be indecent to question who’s struck the match?
What are your intentions for that smoke which looms all around you?
Are you disheartened with the fact that there are no mirrors to be found this time around?
You are a runaway spark from a salivating fire, which shines and burns yet soon fizzles into emptiness.
You land on my flesh and vainly sizzle into my core.
Upon my heart you set a wild fire, in which blazes through my emotions only for you to extinguish it soon after.
It is true that you brighten up my surroundings, but only so very briefly.
And yes, you leave me in awe every time the soft crackle of your voice brims my thoughts.
It would also be accurate to say that your manipulative amorous flame has managed to embrace me, and warm me through the cold.
But keep in mind that the artificial heating wears, leaving only bitterness in the night’s chill.
You shall no longer commit this scandalous treason.
For I will douse out this inferno, with my tattered tenderness worn on my sleeves.
I will never be burned by your tapered affections again.

Butterflies

Their wings
They flutter in the slightest breeze
These wings intrigue me
Delicate, like porcelain, they are
So weak, yet so strong
They hold up their bodies, their life support
The symmetry
Perfection in an erroneous world
A fire of right in the darkness of imperfection
We should all take a lesson from them
Small perfectly drawn circles and lines
Sprinkle these amazing structures
A mirage of colors meets my melting chocolate eyes
Making them all the more beautiful
They are that feeling
That feeling I feel whenever I see you
That sweet sickness in the pit of me
They flutter
They are no longer just the miracle of a creature
The creature chased by young children in baby’s breath fields
Searched for by little girls with big dreams
They are your smile, your touch
They are everything you do to me
They are butterflies

Written by my sis Sum....i find this poem to be amazingly incredible, so i just HAD to post it! =)