

RevelationIn the dark of the night The quietest sigh Betrays the silence The broken longing True hearts desire Plucks at the strings making them resonate With all the beautiful agony A solo performance of momentary weakness Brings a lump to the throat The loneliness captured Gone as quickly as a breath The indiscretion swallowed in blackness Leaving no one the wiser Save the one who never forgetsRevelation


The Date DressIt’s waiting in my closet My date dress Just hanging there on its own hanger Separate from the clothes of the normal day-to-day Price tag still innocently attached An impulse buy But bought with purpose For that day when it might be of some use Because you can’t be blind forever One day you’ll really see me And I’ll need that dress I hope It still fits But who knows for how long So you’d better wake up soon Because I might just outgrow youThe Date Dress


Pandora's BoxI didn’t want to know that you love her The flimsy illusion of belonging to you treasured once for so long now gone with only the wisps of the dream lingering haunting like a sullen specter unwilling to be completely exorcised by reality’s blinding truthPandora's Box
You love her
The sound of your admission echoes on reverberating like a broken record replayed over and over in my mind muting all sound but the beat of my heart as it refuses to stop bashing itself against the barricade of your affection never knowing that its efforts will never be welcomed


UnderneathUnderneathUnderneath
The inner stillness broken The primal scream bubbles from the inside Yearning to leech its way out Against the clamped lips drawn together A hard line preventing its birth—the last stand to save the outward façade While pent up, the uncontrollable Medusa rages Swinging me helplessly between compulsion and control Carried in its wake with nothing to do but hang on And wait as the mad-hatter’s pendulum shifts yet again
just popping by to have a nosey round
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I live in a nuthouse
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My japanese name is 原 Hara (wilderness) 七帆 Nanaho (seventh sail).
Take your real japanese name
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The world falls into disillusion
The only truth my own delusion
Spiralling in empty decay
What will it take to fade away?
I'm hoping to keep adding to my deviations soon...muse-willing, of course. Thank you for the encouragement!
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The world falls into disillusion
The only truth my own delusion
Spiralling in empty decay
What will it take to fade away?
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The world falls into disillusion
The only truth my own delusion
Spiralling in empty decay
What will it take to fade away?
Huggles to you
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~A muscian must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be at peace with himself. What a man can be, he must be.
~To find in ourselves what makes life worth living is risky business, for it means that once we know we must seek it
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