You were once my cynosure Lighting my murky skies with those eyes of azure Now, you are my shattered stars Each splintered pieces left painful scars The surface revealing tales of despondency Yet look deeper, you'll see untold stories of bravery.
Leaving the cocoon of your stygian embrace Im now ready to chase serenity's pace As I bury yesterday's bittersweet ties In the graveyard of cold goodbyes.
Time and again I cant help drifting In my life's dusty pages long burried in ages. The murky ink keeps spilling Flashbacks of painful history Brought by our unfinished story.
Trying to drown the past Made my tears fell so fast I couldnt help but think when the pain will pass.
Time and again I felt like sifting Back on those unblemished chapters Written in quills of laughters Those memories we've greatly sewn Will forever make themselves known In the haven of my shattered heart.
Seems like my hands may let you go But my soul held a tight grip No one can rip.
Let the claws of truth unveil The lies cloaked in white veils.
Brimming with light she lit up the night The darkness, waiting in flock To bring her down, started to attack.
Abominable words came hurtling Like a hurricane bent on destroying Yet never did she speak evil Amidst the enticement of the devil.
She let silence be her weapon instead In stillness, she let them hear and ponder, The foulness their hearts and minds bear Only then have they heard their own monsters Only then, did she had a peaceful slumber.
If somebody ask her How she vanquished her shadows With a serene smile, she would say, "I speak no evil Even to those who wish me ill."
Each book I read , Leaves behind a little bit , Of itself inside of me . I pick up all those jewels And thread them together . Seeking inspiration from Someone's words of wisdom . How beautiful is this , Power of words . That uplifts and helps redeem . The human mind displays , Sheer brilliance . When simple words written , Leave behind legacies , Of inspiration , courage , For generations to read . With time the person behind , That pen may fade away , Into oblivion . But , the mark of that Ink spilled , remains indelible . Etched for eternity , On pages blank ....
Fallen For A Psychopath Criminal--(An exceptional love story) --------------------------------------------------- Chapter-3 --------------- *Florence Wilson*
"Ughh! What are you looking at?" I said and turned back. DAMN! It was him.
This time he was in a perfect casual look and was looking more attractive and enchanting. Those skinny jeans fitted him perfectly with hems rolled up above the ankles and a crew neck, white t-shirt, teamed up with a navy blue blazer. To finish the outfit, he wore a pair of perfect white canvas espadrille shoes.
"It's him," I muttered. "You know him?" Ava asked. "He is the mystery man I was talking about," I said and held her wrist and took her with me to the mystery man.
"Hey!" I said. "Yes?" he stood up from his seat. "Myself, Florence and her is Ava, my friend. Actually last night you suddenly vanished after we danced so I didn't get the time to talk to you. What's your name by the way?" I asked. "Excuse me but I have never seen anyone of you before. Sorry." Saying this he left.
SERIOUSLY? Why did he lie? I was so embarrassed in front of everyone. Even Ava laughed at me saying that I am having a delusional disorder. Later she comforted me by saying that it was just my delusion and I should take leave from my work for some days. But how could I deny what I saw with my own eyes? How could I deny his touch around my waist? How could I deny that pleasant odour?
Then from the restaurant, we directly went to the psychiatric hospital where we used to work as I got an emergency call.
"Dr Florence, it's a case of Schizophrenia. Dr James is waiting for you in ward no.5. Visit him as soon as possible." One of the nurses in the hospital informed me as I entered.
James Smith was one of the best doctors in asylum and my best friend too. We were close but totally opposite of each other. He was an introvert and a serious person whereas I had a cool dude personality. But he was the only one who used to understand me well.
I picked up my white coat and stethoscope and marched my way towards ward no.5.
Your lies like those bruises bring tears sometimes bloodstains in my eyes But I can't bind those vehemances. those tears tumble from eyes My cheeks want to drain them but the heart glimpses for a while & endorses that those are the bloodstains not water drops But my lips guzzle them and enfold a veil on my face And I seal those sentiments through my lips But darling, I'm not Rihanna I don't like the way you lie And sorry I hate you now...
Crippled pneuma screams in a privy sometimes on the pillows But everytime on the diary of her those lexicons consoles her On the leaflets of poetries, she solaces her infirm soul. But a mask she wears on her face looks so alluring as that veil which always twinkles & shines But behind that her silence shrieks loudly but no one can hearken to that tranquility Those quietude hammers on her gammy lame heart But that vizard engulfs that yelling over her stillness as always...