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

Resolution

Acute slashes of pain run through chest,
Lungs tighten with repressed air, refuse to release,
Eyes well up with salty drops,
The heart aches with the memory of those passed...

Why does the world feed on the agony of others?

A few who believe have the right
To rule over a world they think theirs.
They steal, kill, and torture the poor,
The weakling, and the innocent...

When will the rest of the world take a stand to demolish these exploits?

Take the hands of the innocent
Boys and girls whose tears
Pierce the hearts;
Save them all from the torment...

Save this world... Let us change!

© A Furious Child

Brave!

Oh, how changed life is now!
I was a child
Living in the beautiful days and nights
Of absolute satisfaction
With a world that forgot my existence.
I lived in isolation of the tormenting
Spirits of lonesome.
Indulged in the beauty of silence
And the warmth of love.
I lived parading the truth
Of my emotions and my love,
Unaware of the complexities of reality,
Ignorant to the cruelty of envious beings
Surrounding my little private world.
For in their attempts to destroy my spirits,
They found voracious resistance
And courageous defenses!

© A Furious Child

Amazing Memory

It’s quite odd how faces fade from our memories

Of people we’ve once known…

And how those we do remember become strange

When we come across…

It saddens me to think of the friends that

I can never see anymore…

It is heartbreaking and lonesome…

I think of the stories we’ve once told…

Of the songs we’ve heard…

Of the music our heart strings played on warm instruments…

Why does my mind fail to repaint the pictures it once caught?

Why does my brush forget the strokes of our adventures?

Why do the colors wash off in the sea of Oblivion?

I need to have them all back

So I can meet my once so vivid dreams…

I want to have them all back

So my soul can be again complete…

I couldn’t find the people from the past in my present

I need to revive their dying hearts…

My love for them is the entire existence

For they had been once a beautiful part of this life...

© A Furious Child

Thirst

     They stood in front of one another and kept staring at each other for a long moment. He was absolutely enchanted by the beauty of her sparkling eyes as she could never take her eyes away from that gaze… That look of his eyes would always and at any time make her fall apart and want him to take absolute control over her shattered soul. He had drawn nearer in an instance with an astonishing smile on his lips. Her instant reaction would never change at these circumstances. She couldn’t help but smile back at him with the sweetest smile. His neck was on the level of her eyes, and she could see the rushing pulse of his heart beating pushing his heated blood in one of his neck veins. He got closer to her, lowering his down to her level, and his smiling lips came to contact with her cheek with the softest kiss. Gently, his hands held her shoulders and moved upwards to the back of her neck. His kissed moved slowly to reach her partially open lips, while the tips of his fingers were moving her head a bit upwards to meet his lips. As his kisses turned more passionate by the second, her increasing need for him moved her hands around his neck and held him closer. In consequence, he pushed her against the wall, putting more pressure on her feelings with his kisses.

     One of his arms was wrapped around waist and the other was leaning her head further backwards uncovering her tempting neck. He started kissing her behind her ear, and moving slowly down to her throat. Feeling his warm breath on her neck, her pleasure grew higher, gradually. His embrace tightened, its strength pushed out an excited breath out of her lungs. He smelled nothing but the beautiful smell of her hair and skin. His lips had strongly captured her fast pulse as her blood rushed through her veins. Imagining its wonderful taste, his desire tremendously increased growing more and more intense. He repeatedly, passionately kissed that part attaching her neck to her shoulders. His hands on her shoulders, he pinned her back against the wall. Her reactions to his moves made him happier and more willing to what he was about to do. Her body shivered in expectation. He licked that particular part of her neck a couple of times. Then he gladly lowered his fangs longer to reach her skin and sink into her tender flesh. Her over-whelming blood ran down inside him putting out that firing thirst.

     The slow moan that came out of her throat stopped him from drinking all of her. He had mistaken that moan. It was one of wondrous happiness for becoming a true part of him as she had long wished. He held up in his arms preventing her from falling on the ground. He carried her to the wide bed and gently laid her down. He looked at her face with a tender smile on his lips… A smile of warm happiness and fulfilled love. He gave her a peck on her forehead and laid next to her… Holding her in his arms, he slept a long resting sleep for the first time in long years.

© A Furious Child

Unknown

     The sun was bright and warm on that spring afternoon. Cool breezes swayed the long green wild grass in the fields she stood on. She put down her heavy luggage. Her mood was still pleasant, for the lovely surrounding comforted her concerns. The evening approached as she dreamt of the future awaiting her and her beloved. She absent-mindedly sat there on the soft grass, unaware of the rapidly changing weather, until she felt the first drop of rain on her cheek. It took her out of her daydreams in a most disturbing nature. She was shocked to find the sky crowded with dark, warning clouds. Only then she discovered his annoying absence. He should have been there a long time ago. The time they had agreed to meet upon had long passed. She ran quickly, her bags at hand, to take shelter under a large sycamore tree, hoping that he would notice her from the red coat she was wearing. Associated with shrieks of thunder and wild wind, the heavy rain seemed to become stronger with every passing minute.

     "This is my punishment," she thought, "for trying to elope." The lightening stroke several areas of the meadows and finally hit the huge tree she hid under. She became absolutely frightened, fearing she would be struck by lightening, so she ran towards the road. She kept praying to God at those threatening moments to send her someone... Anyone to find her! Her efforts nearly faded against the massive strength of the wind which carried the rain drops like bullets shot against her. The ground beneath her feet was muddy and swamped and caused her to slip so many times. She fell on her knees once she reached the road. Wet... Shivering... Dizzy... Feverish... She fainted. 

     Sounds of horse hoofs, men and women's fading voices, crackles of burning wood, the scent of burned herbs, and warmth all came to her as in a hazy dream... A young man's vivid face asked her, "Who are you?" Insistently she searched her mind... then said, "I don't know."

© A Furious Child

Hatred

I can never deny that I have hatred in my heart...
Those who have done me wrong broke a part of me...
However, no one can condemn me of being evil...
For unlike others who claim purity and piety...
Yet do all sorts of hurtful things to weaker beings...
I never acted upon my hatred to the people I hate...
I never attempted to harm them in any way...
My hatred harms me and me alone...
For it eats away pieces of my heart... Of my soul...
All I can ever say for myself is that...
If I ever did hurt anyone... I'm sorry...
In my attempt to not harm...
I might have harmed you...

Peace & Love,
© A Furious Child