She was obsessed with the idea that tragedy is beauty and death is immortality.
He would watch her when she opened her mouth in class, watch the way she flashed smiles when she spoke. He swore to commit the crinkles at the corners of her eyes to memory, the freckled valleys lit up by her eyes.
He soon found that he could be the cause of those valleys, a Creator building up his own world from the base of her narrow satisfaction. She soon found that his convictions in tandem with hers had the power to endlessly pursue the edge of the universe in its expansion.
And when they first kissed that cold December night they were simply instinctual lovers consummating the thread that already ran between their souls. They vowed in one hundred wordless ways that as long as there remained a star they had not counted they would be everlastingly, inseparably entwined.
Neither of them considered the implication that forever included the grave and beyond, for when Death placed its lips on his the morning of graduation and welcomed him home, she fell reeling from their Olympus to her knees on the ground beside his impersonal stone.
With his disappearance went the memory of the light of her eyes, and her radiance was captured in his coffin like suffocating fireflies in a child’s jar, entombed in the curiosity of innocence.
She was obsessed with the idea that tragedy is beauty, until she got her tragedy. Now her eyes are imprisoned by the weight of the knowledge that the universe contracts as much as it expands and immortality is vacant and valueless. As her freckles fade her soul is gently guided to its place beside his by the skeletal strand that still connects them.
He would watch her when she opened her mouth in class, watch the way she flashed smiles when she spoke. He swore to commit the crinkles at the corners of her eyes to memory, the freckled valleys lit up by her eyes.
He soon found that he could be the cause of those valleys, a Creator building up his own world from the base of her narrow satisfaction. She soon found that his convictions in tandem with hers had the power to endlessly pursue the edge of the universe in its expansion.
And when they first kissed that cold December night they were simply instinctual lovers consummating the thread that already ran between their souls. They vowed in one hundred wordless ways that as long as there remained a star they had not counted they would be everlastingly, inseparably entwined.
Neither of them considered the implication that forever included the grave and beyond, for when Death placed its lips on his the morning of graduation and welcomed him home, she fell reeling from their Olympus to her knees on the ground beside his impersonal stone.
With his disappearance went the memory of the light of her eyes, and her radiance was captured in his coffin like suffocating fireflies in a child’s jar, entombed in the curiosity of innocence.
She was obsessed with the idea that tragedy is beauty, until she got her tragedy. Now her eyes are imprisoned by the weight of the knowledge that the universe contracts as much as it expands and immortality is vacant and valueless. As her freckles fade her soul is gently guided to its place beside his by the skeletal strand that still connects them.
Your heart is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing by you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
You are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times you told everything-
It was a lie, I love you became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. You probably cannot move away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing by you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
You are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times you told everything-
It was a lie, I love you became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. You probably cannot move away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood by me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood by me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
I never thought it would be that easy,
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
You can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But you and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though you are not with me,
I can feel you with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That you are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
You are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
You can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But you and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though you are not with me,
I can feel you with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That you are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
You are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Some of you may go through life,
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
Or even my worst enemies.
This year I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
Or even my worst enemies.
This year I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Why,
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.