Memory

In between

The Dream

Where visions are illusions

And voices of faraway music

All come to life,

And the Reality

Where objects and beings

Are clear-cut,

Authentic, and emotionless.

In between

The haziness and the clearness...

The emotion and the motion...

The expectations and the disappointments...

You come to me...

In the sensation of rough paper,

In the enticing scent of an old book,
In the weathering rose petals...

I live with you...

In between the truths and the lies...

In between the spiritual and the physical...

I die with you...

Amongst the simplisities
And the memories
Of a past long ago...

© A Furious Child

Wounds

It slashed my soul how those people used me
And belittled me to insignificance.
Blood beat out of my heart
Where the wounds created by their tongues cut.

The world was never mine, 
Nor was it theirs,
But I kept on smiling
Causing them to carved my flesh even more.

I wish I could be stronger with expression,
So I could convey the truths within my mind
And the hurtful pains of my soul.
I wish I could voice it all better and clearer.

I wish I could express everything.

I wish I would express anything!

© A Furious Child

Sentiment, Long Forgotten...

I will take back the road I took before

I will pass the hardest only for you

 No matter how long it takes

 No matter how much time passes

 I will be waiting

 Through the darkness in the night

 You are my light

 My dream and my fantasy

Come my knight

 Rescue me from the dangers of my thoughts

 As I keep looking in every face I see

 Hoping to see you

 Come and search the world for me

 Take my hand to the safety

 Hold me and promise you will never let me go

 My knight, take the pain away

 My knight

 Live happily with me until the end of our time

 Do not forget our promise

© A Furious Child