Calm In The Storm by AthenaNekoAstraea, literature
Literature
Calm In The Storm
I stand at the mountain top
Over looking the vast city below me
The wind gently playing hide and seek
Between the tresses of my wiry hair
Its rather funny how
A few days ago
There was a war taking place
Upon the land I called home
Altho many soldiers have passed
And many more shall pass
I know as long as I have her
There's a certain peace inside me
I suppose one can say
That she was my reason
For joining this war to save home
And all I tell them is
She is the calm in my torturous storm
The first time our eyes met
The first time our hands held
The first time our lips touched
The first time our bodies melded
It felt like I was trapped
It felt like I was comforted
It felt like I was loved
It felt like I was home
Then something went wrong
Then we lost control
Spiraled down the hole
The love we had hitting the wall
This isn't you
This isn't me
This isn't "about" us
This is... Reality...
Silent tears falls from yours
Deep pain hidden from mines
I have no choice
But to look away
Yet my heart still skips a beat
Yet my fingers still tingles
Yet the feeling still lingers
Yet I still feel like Time stopped
I w
Do Videnja, Moj Hatar by AthenaNekoAstraea, literature
Literature
Do Videnja, Moj Hatar
JA prieljkivanje JA mogao reći te
Koliko te namjeravati mene
Ali nato JA pokuao to
Te pravedan smijeh at mene
Te misao Sam bio aleći se
Te misao Sam bio igranje
Ali istinabog stvarnost
JA stvarno je poput te
JA stvarno je itanje biti sa vaim
Ali JA pogodak Sam bio pravedan bitak omamljen
To misliti taj netko kao savren kao te
Moe ikada hatar netko poput mene...
Do viđenja...
As I cupped your face,
Softly caressing your cheeks,
Memorizing your eyes,
Silently filling up with tears,
I can't help but ache,
Hurt,
Yearn,
To envelop you once more,
In my tight arms,
Never wanting to let go,
I know I have to,
I know I must,
We were never meant to be,
Together and happy,
So here we are,
Standing face to face,
Words silently passing between us,
Unspoken like the first time
Like the first time we met,
The first time we kissed,
The first time we said
I love you,
WIth all my heart,
Someday you'll love again,
Someday you'll forget about this day,
And someday,
Just maybe,
You'll forget about me too...
The floor is cold
The air is hot
The walls are closing
The mind is blank
Once filled with thoughts
Once filled with ambitions
Once filled with goals
Now just a barren waste of land
I promised myself
Never to cry out
Never to be weak
Never to call out
For anyone but me
But the craving is there
The craving is strong
That I don't know
How long more I can ignore
The craving to be loved
The craving to be wanted
The craving to be needed
The craving to be accepted
All so scathingly brutal
All so scathingly hurtful
All so scathingly never ending
Free me now
Free me from my shackles
Free me once and for all
So I may never
It never used to be this way
Having to stay in bathrooms
Having to sit out in the porches
Just to be me
Just to be someone
Just to be free
It's funny
I guess
Being me
Is never enough
Being me
Is never the norm
It's weird
I never really noticed
How the toilet bowl's porcelain
Can just as easily be shattered
As a person's hope
As a person's dreams
As a person's soul
Wow
I feel so
So
Numb
Alone
Abandoned
I've never felt so vulnerable
Like the first time
I met my father
After some 14+ years
Like the first time
He held me
After some 14+ years
Like the first time
He sang our promise song
After some 14+ years
I t
Calm In The Storm by AthenaNekoAstraea, literature
Literature
Calm In The Storm
I stand at the mountain top
Over looking the vast city below me
The wind gently playing hide and seek
Between the tresses of my wiry hair
Its rather funny how
A few days ago
There was a war taking place
Upon the land I called home
Altho many soldiers have passed
And many more shall pass
I know as long as I have her
There's a certain peace inside me
I suppose one can say
That she was my reason
For joining this war to save home
And all I tell them is
She is the calm in my torturous storm
The first time our eyes met
The first time our hands held
The first time our lips touched
The first time our bodies melded
It felt like I was trapped
It felt like I was comforted
It felt like I was loved
It felt like I was home
Then something went wrong
Then we lost control
Spiraled down the hole
The love we had hitting the wall
This isn't you
This isn't me
This isn't "about" us
This is... Reality...
Silent tears falls from yours
Deep pain hidden from mines
I have no choice
But to look away
Yet my heart still skips a beat
Yet my fingers still tingles
Yet the feeling still lingers
Yet I still feel like Time stopped
I w
Do Videnja, Moj Hatar by AthenaNekoAstraea, literature
Literature
Do Videnja, Moj Hatar
JA prieljkivanje JA mogao reći te
Koliko te namjeravati mene
Ali nato JA pokuao to
Te pravedan smijeh at mene
Te misao Sam bio aleći se
Te misao Sam bio igranje
Ali istinabog stvarnost
JA stvarno je poput te
JA stvarno je itanje biti sa vaim
Ali JA pogodak Sam bio pravedan bitak omamljen
To misliti taj netko kao savren kao te
Moe ikada hatar netko poput mene...
Do viđenja...
As I cupped your face,
Softly caressing your cheeks,
Memorizing your eyes,
Silently filling up with tears,
I can't help but ache,
Hurt,
Yearn,
To envelop you once more,
In my tight arms,
Never wanting to let go,
I know I have to,
I know I must,
We were never meant to be,
Together and happy,
So here we are,
Standing face to face,
Words silently passing between us,
Unspoken like the first time
Like the first time we met,
The first time we kissed,
The first time we said
I love you,
WIth all my heart,
Someday you'll love again,
Someday you'll forget about this day,
And someday,
Just maybe,
You'll forget about me too...
The floor is cold
The air is hot
The walls are closing
The mind is blank
Once filled with thoughts
Once filled with ambitions
Once filled with goals
Now just a barren waste of land
I promised myself
Never to cry out
Never to be weak
Never to call out
For anyone but me
But the craving is there
The craving is strong
That I don't know
How long more I can ignore
The craving to be loved
The craving to be wanted
The craving to be needed
The craving to be accepted
All so scathingly brutal
All so scathingly hurtful
All so scathingly never ending
Free me now
Free me from my shackles
Free me once and for all
So I may never
It never used to be this way
Having to stay in bathrooms
Having to sit out in the porches
Just to be me
Just to be someone
Just to be free
It's funny
I guess
Being me
Is never enough
Being me
Is never the norm
It's weird
I never really noticed
How the toilet bowl's porcelain
Can just as easily be shattered
As a person's hope
As a person's dreams
As a person's soul
Wow
I feel so
So
Numb
Alone
Abandoned
I've never felt so vulnerable
Like the first time
I met my father
After some 14+ years
Like the first time
He held me
After some 14+ years
Like the first time
He sang our promise song
After some 14+ years
I t
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