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

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