He and She.

NOTETHING:

Love stuff makes me feel weird. But I like love stuff. Cheesy love stuff, to be specific. And I wrote this a while back, and had completely forgotten about it. It's a short simple thing, so.. yeah.

I hope you like my cheese fest, I guess.

He was baffled by how so much beauty found no beauty all. He had fallen in love with Love itself, and he had expected it to love itself. He instead had fallen in love with Love that fell victim to hatred. So in turn, he was a victim her labyrinth, and he hated to love it, but he couldn’t help it.  

She was baffled by how a man as potent as him, as strong as him, as wonderful as him, could have ever found such little littleness in her pathetic little. He held the entire world on his shoulders, and he smiled as if the weight of the world were only his wings. He laughed as if he could, and he can. And he knew it, but he was never the type to flaunt it. He brought her so much that she didn’t deserve. He was beyond her words; Beyond her littler words; Beyond her might; Beyond her. But he was all she ever needed. And who would’ve known how mesmerizing a single smile was? She could have almost felt herself floating in that crooked smile. How the world lifted, and she was invincible.

He knew he didn’t deserve her. She had deserved so much more, and so much grander. He knew he wasn’t quiet enough for her, and the only Enough that he could have possibly give her was a Heaven that wasn’t in his grasp. But he had fallen too deeply.

So he went down on his knee, and he did the impossible—the imposter!

He went down his knee, and he held her hand, and he asked her for her world.

And so they said: I do. 

Our Room

YOU CAN SKIP THIS:
I've been having some problems with writing lately. Everything I've been writing has been absolutely terrible. So, this might be a little... bad. But, I just wanted to share stuff anyway.
This is why I never write introductions or notes or whatever, I'm so bad with them, it's humiliating.

So, yeah! What I'm trying to say is, I haven't written in a while, so this might be absolute garbage, and I might remove it tomorrow.
Thank you.


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We are the people of Glass.

We are the victims of this Black Supremacy.

We are the ones, who have hung above the floor,

In the room where silence is always kept,

As we sing our own lullaby,

To hush that voice from yelling a little too loudly,

Because now, we wouldn’t the other room to hear.

We are the people, who are friends with knives,

And ropes, and other metals too.

Sometimes we dance with our knees to our hearts,

And our hands to our eyes,

In the room where silence is kept,

As we sing our own lullaby,

To hush the voice from crying a little too loudly,

Because now, we wouldn’t the other room to see.

We are the people hidden from the world,

But exposed a little too often.

We are the silent tears,

The friends of death,

The darkest stars,

As we sing our own lullaby,

To hush the voices from screaming a little too loudly,

Because now—

You’re a little too late.

Fifteenth Blogger Challenge: Poetry Ping-Pong | Longing

First four parts were written by these talents: Shahd (@Rambling_sha), Maitha aka Maitou (@Mayoothi), Sophie (@Sosepho), and Faisal (@FaisaliqKhan). In that order.

You may ignore this crap: THIS was a serious challenge for me. Honestly. Because-- To be completely honest-- I don't even know what I'm doing when I write poetry. I just write what I feel, and whatever comes out is it. So, having to continue a poem was more than just a challenge. And in addition to that, their parts were incredible. And I felt a little bit out of place, so I might have run out of their main theme, or disrupted the rhythm. xD (< That was inappropriately necessary. I just had to.)
I'MSORREH. ;-;

(My part's in Bold. Or whatever.)

I’m a long way away,

From who I used to be.

Heading into the storm of the unknown,

Dreaming of what will be

Dreading what was,

Neglecting my past

But it still haunts me

Here I am today,

Dreadful but striving to stay

Fighting and kicking

Begging for help but I’m not heard

What have you done to me?

I want you

I need you

But yet you’re ignoring me

I shout

I scream

I cry

And again you’re scorning me

Am I worthless to you now?

After handling all the pain just to see you smile?

I don’t care

I don’t care

I lie

Hoping one day I believe that lie.

The lie of us coming together,

The fairy-tale I long for,

The tantalizing love everyone rambles about,

I want that.

But there’s a long way ahead of me,

And a past that carves my being.

What if you won’t accept me?

What if you don’t long for me too?

I want to live,

But what is life without your presence?

Tell me.

Do you feel the same way too?

Or am I making up these stories to fool myself?

Because I stand by the shore,

Talking to the sea,

About you,

And the waves clash,

Threatening me from moving any further.

So tell me,

Where do I go from now?

Should I go along with the tides?

As they drown me,

Entangle me, with your feelings about me?

I hope they take me to a peaceful dwelling where you will not exist,

But the nostalgia of our love, plagues my mind, they collide and abide,

I did not know your personality had a twist,

Or was it mine that you denied?

What have I done that diluted our conversations, I only ask?

What mistakes have I done, O loved one, which misguided your trust from my love, and twirled it into hate?

I only wished to be with you, though you thought I was wearing a mask,

I only wished to love you, although I not ever supposed that it could have changed my fate,

I have now travelled across the ocean of our past, and have found someone else. A Mayflower,

Someone who takes me for granted whilst never fails to grant me a happy hour,

Someone who loves me, and ponders that I had been enchanted,

I overthink way too much, she says, that I should ‘be original’, and should learn to create myself because she cares about me, and herself,

I try, I do try for her, but trying is not enough for her,

The thing that bothers me, O dear one,

Is that I only wanted you to be with me,

Leaving the world alone,

But I knew that was impossible, and could not happen,

I cannot adore this new person, because my adorns had disappeared with you,

My life is taken with you, my hopes and dreams travel with you,

I am now trying to be resilient, hopeful, and motivated, that you will return someday back to me,

I only wish, that you were here, alive, in my arms, so I again could give you more love, so you would again be with me,

Nonetheless I fear, that you may hate me more, and think that I am frustrating you, irritating you,

With those three words, with those three sentences you hated, but dear, it is the cold hard truth misshapen

I miss you. I adore you. I miss you.

And it is only that sad truth,

In those sad three little words,

That forced me to look back and see,

All that we had, and all that we used to be.

Don’t you remember?

Or was I the only who danced to our Melody—

My Melody?

Was I the only who could hear the music, or did you too?

If I were alone in this, then do forgive me.

For loving a love, that was never there.

Forgive me, for being enchanted by some false enchantment.

And do forget me, if it helps lighten the moon at night.

But I had only wished to say,

 That even with my New,

I still feel quiet old.

Because I stand in the present with Time,

Yet my heart still lingers in the Past.

Where our hearts had once been bound,

By a secret only I thought were real.

I am None.

If this is my time, take me now.

I’ve only felt this moment in my bones,

Deep within my filaments,

In every corner of my very Dark.

And when you take me,

I want to feel the terror of my soul,

Tearing from every corner it had once been crafted to.

I want to feel every inch of every wince of every cut.

And I only deserve more.

Do not let me rest,

Do not let me breathe,

Do not let me hold on to a stretch of a single line of happiness—

I deserve less.

And take this as the message of my parting:

I am sorry, but do not forgive me.

I’ve done so many wrongs,

And I’ve hurt too many Rights,

I’ve broken so many hearts,

And I’ve mended no bonds.

I’ve been a Wrong, and I’ve lived as a Wrong,

I am sorry for all that I have done, but please do not forgive me.

When my funeral comes, you may let me rot.

You may burn my photographs, and all my clothes

You may destroy my bedroom; you may burn my books.

You may burn my sheets and all my pillows.

Take my terrible poetry, and all my stories and throw them away.

Because I have treated those that I have loved,

Like I’ve never loved them at all.

And I yelled, and I broke, and I put no blame.

And I am lesser than less, and I will love you in my death.

So in this parting, and after reading this:

I hope you understand,

That I am I’m sorry for loving in all the wrong ways.

So if it is my time, please take me now.