See my soul bleed out of me..

These.. are the pieces of my Soul.. broken.. and mended.. but ever still in ruins..

"But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams." ~ W. B. Yeats ~

Favorite prose

• A missing person •
• Pooling •
• Waiting for... •
• Blurred Vision •
• More Attractive •
• Can't find my voice •
• Forgive me Master.. •
• Let's work... •
• Lesbian Encounters.. •
• Scarlet Reflections •
• Innocence •
• Out in the Rain •
• Agraphia •
• Secret to... •
• Perfect night’s sleep •

close your eyes.
slip your tiny fingers
in between mine.
it still makes me shiver
every single time.
• A Quiet Boy •

This heart still believes that love and mercy still exist. But....
It's like whispering a prayer in the fury of a storm.
I still believe one day ill find another. But....
It's like trying to stop a fire with the moisture of a kiss.
• Gilberto •

for every breath that i exhaled
you took less then half
smiling at the way i looked
as you lied on my lap
then i woke up screaming
and i couldn't take it back.
• A Quiet Boy •

Love me or hate me.
You will never
Never
Break me…
• Gilberto •

for it's in you
to choose
to believe in yourself
and believe you are loved
more than anything else
• Candora •

• The Moral of the Story •

So, I have this little ditty here
which I think is kind of witty
and if you have a time or two
I'll spin you my tale fair and true
it's a tale of a girl I'll spin for you
this tale of a messed up little girl
who lost her freedom in a dragon's lair
and gave up her sanity without a care
A princess of discord did she become
torn inside by the beat of the drum
the drum of bitter dissonance
a rhythmic beat of pain and penance
she ruled her prison with an iron hand
used to crush all the dreams she planned
until she died, well that's no surprise
trapped in her own little cage of demise
Now this is a tale of me, you see
which I've done written up so prettily
and if you're wise you'll take to heart:
You should never play your own demon's part
The mask of depression and worry you'll wear
will rake you over if don't give a care
then demon inside you will wear your face
and in the end, it will take your place
And so that's my little ditty dears,
which I hope didn't bring you to tears
It's just a bit of entertainment
to pass the time in my containment

Forever • Broken

Pieces scattered to the darkness

Leave something of yourself in my book
(if you'd like)

I'm gonna smile my best smile.
I'm gonna laugh like it's going out of style.
Look into her eyes and pray, that she don`t see...
That learning to live again, is killing me....
• Garth Brooks •

if time was a place we could travel through
I would find a way to return to you
just to let you know that I still care
and you are always welcome here
• Candora •

so let your pathos shine through your skin
let the wine trickle down your throat
stand up and be pursuaded that
the worlds still full of hope
• A Quiet Boy •

Favorite poems

• Remains •
• Grand Theft •
• Lazy Bastards •
• Realistic Blues •
• What I Know •
• Memory •
• Frustration •
• Observation •
• Change. Or. Die. •
• Dark Lyrics •
• Favorite Things •
• Sordid Wretch •
• Crying Cryptic copout •
• Couldn't help... •
• "Hello, this …" •
• Sleepy happy gooder •
• Cold Discourse •
• Everybody wonders •
• Numbing Thoughts •
• I cry out •
• Perfection •
• Forsaken •
• Can't be you •
• Lullabies •
• Inside and Out •
• It would be nice •
• Commentary •
• A single Tear •

"I turned to view my steps well worn, trails of mist in the naked eye. As exhaustion came one final fell, I enjoyed not wanting more."
• A. Noble •
for all the lost words
for all the missed romances
for all the masters
for all the unknown chances
I dedicate this one
to the song no one heard
and the writer not read
and every lost word
• Candora •
is a hopeful romantic
as hopeless as this
can the meaning of life
be found in a kiss
does nothing else matter
beyond sharing bliss
did you ever wonder
what you might miss
• Candora •
sometimes I just want someone save me
as if somebody really could
and sometimes I think
I'll believe it if they want me to
if only somebody would
• Candora •

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