Not a Rant but a Truth
by ~xyldraeI want relaxing joys...
Joys that arent achieved over tremendous preasure.
I want those that come in peace,
In kindness freely given,
In love...
I want joy that does not demand a price or sacrifice...
Not a Rant but a Truthby ~xyldraeI want relaxing joys... Joys that arent achieved over tremendous preasure. I want those that come in peace, In kindness freely given, In love... I want joy that does not demand a price or sacrifice... |


Need To Be One I have aged and have become -Need To Be One by ~xyldrae
A mother without a child,
A wife unwed, without
a husband, but a groom I wish would be
And I am ready but
Not for this anomaly
Created by the scarcity
And unreadiness of another...
But I want us to engage matrimonially
Not because of my age, ascending...
Or my time, descending,
And patience wearing...
But because of these motions that render my blood red
And my heart doused by ferverous amity
I simply feel I must be one with you...
And live free.


Lovely Death Is His Name His melancholic spontaneity won't release me.Lovely Death Is His Name by ~xyldrae
There's more of gloom coming,
I am overwhelmed but this smile hurts my face.
Now he sings like a leprechaun
Brewing MADNESS in his pot of false hope.
Oh why am I here
peeping and weeping
grieving for his real name
While he dances in a humid hell of deceits
It is his home.....
AHA!
He sings it like a DIRGE -
"LOVELY DEATH"
...is his name!


But a Simple Greatest Death My greatest discomfort is the transition of consciousness;But a Simple Greatest Death by ~xyldrae
Herein, my thoughts must ceasefire,
or begin to ravage me again...
As by my sinking eyelids I am forced to sleep,
Why must my busy heart retire along with them?
And as society requires me so,
I wake up with too much undone,
And not enough to feel alive.
It hurts my soul.
My greatest pain is this repeating ache...
...to feel alive or be unconsciously dead.
My greatest death is the transition of consciousness,
My graveyard is my bed.