Too Much Nothing

What a journey this seems, endless, pointless....

Nowhere to go

Nowhere to be.

Thinking the words of my hero. Always.

"How do we prove that we exist? Maybe...we dont exist...."

Through the blinding darkness i stumble.

The silence louder than any noise.

With each step the light, the hope moves further away.

Observing those around me, laughing, dancing.

With a smile i watch them.

Unable to hear their jeers.

For they do not know that we are nothing.

We are not what was intended.

The Shadowman

The bells chime loudly

Crows caw

Gates creak.

The wind howls at her arrival

The bitter cold like a thousand knives digging into her..

What is she doing here?

Why is here this late at night?

Even she does not know....

But she wanders anyway.

Down the spiral path, past the broken graves

Tripping over rocks

Glancing over her shoulder.

To see the man under her control

The curse she put upon him

The walker between worlds

The end of everything

The ShadowMan.

The One

Such age. Such wisdom. Such knowledge

He wandered why the Sage had summoned him

Led him into the Temple and spoke of his "destiny"

He? Have a destiny? Surely not

He was merely a minion. A nothing!

Why did the Sage chose him?

To learn his life was not what was intended threw him

To learn he was not what he thought scared him

Worry grew: What if he failed?

"Failure is not an option" the Sage told him

Dare he believe these words?

Why wasnt it an option?

And then his destiny became clear

The Sage knew his choice was true

For he had a strength they knew not

Such power. Such magnificence

He succeded.

And even am eternity after his death,

They raised a glass to him

No longer a nothing

Forever remembered

The One.

Untitled

She was rather good at it actually.

Dissapearing without a trace

Only, nobody noticed she was gone

She had a curiosity so powerful, it rivaled that of a child

She had a smile so heartwarming, it lit up the darkness

She was adored by everyone who knew her

This girl had knowledge to rival the creaters of the Earth

This girl had the strength of goodwill

But one day, that curiosity left her

Her smile faded

Her knowledge blurred

Her strength lost

And she stands there

Alone. Numb.

The situations around her, out of her control

She could scream for hours, but would they hear her?

Would they even look up,

And stop the arguements that make her cry herself to sleep?

Why her God?

Why her?

They

In the glow of the sunset They stand there

On top of the mountain, staring out to sea

Soaked by rain

Glued in their embrace

Their silence saying a thousand words

The smell of night surrounds them

A love so perfect, so powerful, it was almost too good to be true

Their smile never wavered

Their happiness brighter than the newly risen moon

Their feelings, so true, it was almost scarey

Never once are They apart

Maybe....just maybe....love....really does conquer everything....

Autumn

A scarlet sky surrounding the glowing orange sun at dusk

Leaves fall like paper

Turning from their vivid green to a golden brown....a deep red

Trees look bare, ageing a thousand years

The blazing heat of summer has passed us

A new dawn. A new day arrises

A season of strength. Love. Power

So close we can smell it

Rotting wood. Fire. Rain....

A sound of silence

A flutter of leaves as they shed from the tallest oak

No longer will the heat suffocate us

No longer will the sun emit its raging inferno

A blissful cold dampness returns once more

A much welcome darkness

Autumn begins.

Garnet

Well into the early hours of the morning

Sceptre raised in frount of her

The Princess of Alexandria gingerly walks down the steps of Treno.

Her only companion, her trusty Sceptre

Protected only by her White Magic

Leaving her guards behind

She searches for him.

Her one true love. Her saviour. Her hero.

Taking her from her life of Royalty and shelterdness

Bringing her with him on his loney travels of pain, struggle....dispair

Zidane..

Because he was always there for her!

When her spirits were low

Held her as she cried.

And now?! she wept

He is lost in Memoria, never to return

How can she take the throne without him?

So she left Alexandria, travelled to Treno

Why? She did not know....

Her companions feared for her

Sinking deep into herself

A shell...

A shell only Zidane could break

Only Zidane...

And she sits there

Where she and Zidane once sat

Wishing upon a shooting star

Staring at the moons of Gaia

Why couldnt they see it?

There was NO life without him

Not untill she found a way to reopen Memoria

And bring back her beloved Zidane...

A Summery

Inner torment, no longer hidden by the mask.

Problems deeper than any scar, and memory

No way to escape. Not even a map to show the way

Wishing something would just take away the pain.

Trying so hard to forget

To be better

Does an antidote or a cure exist?

Of course not....

Light is there however.

Some hope

In the shape of love

Strong. Powerful love

But sometimes that love wont stop the shouting

The constant shouting

Constant.

That love may never sheild the fact that what is heard hurts so much

How could it ever sheild that pain?

Whatever happens however...

...that love will remain in such a way it will take away that pain

Sometimes....even if just a little

But...deep down...

Untill that day comes when that love finally becomes complete...

...dispair will continue to crack the mask that can hide the pain in the heart..

..in the soul.

Really....that love....will keep that hope there...

...True love...that's what it is!

Deep Anger

I look into the mirror, what i see scares me

The windows to the soul, firey yet sad

Tears run down my face and i whisper;

Let today be my last.

Unwanted and alone, i feel

Nothing on earth would change that

As i struggle with life,

Stumble off in the wrong direction

Direction is something i never had.

And It whispers

And It smiles

And It hides behind Its mask

It screams

It trembles

Alone.

Ripping out Its hair

Destroying its soul

I do...

And my reflection stares back at me,

Says only two things:

"Youre a contradiction"

"And i hate you!".

Excuses

I glare at those in the "Christmas spirit", loathe their carefree minds.

Christmas gifts, decorations, food.

Is this really what 'normal' people look forward to?

Because for me, that is not the case.

These are my excuses

That is what they are.

I have a daily battle with life...yes its true.

Scared to lose those close to me

Hiding in the shadow of a lie.

The lie...my smile.

Because im not happy. No im not.

Doubt i will ever be.

For i crave that wooden box

Six feet under, i hope.

Nobody has to feel what i feel.

This is my excuse.

One of many

For i only wish to be with him.

Anyone else: A mindless crush

Yes they are...

...I know that now.

But is it too late?

Has the damage been done?

No, you silly person, not to my love,

But to myself...

Have i now become so insecure i must cling dangerously close to them?

Maybe...

God, how i wish i didnt feel...

This is my excuse.

My excuse for being a coward. A liar. Alone.

My next excuse?

Never letting anyone close will stop what happened to me from happening again...

And though i swear blind im not sorry for it...

That i dont crave affection

They can feel the pain of my loney heart

And im NOT perfect...

But noone said i was...?

Maybe im starting to crack up...

Heh.

Everyday seems darker, colder, blacker...

Im losing my grip...

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide.

Please....

...Im begging you....

...Make it stop.

Niasen Iexvana

Barely five feet tall

Bloodthirsty and deranged

Chews her nails obsessivly.

Glaring and angry

Eyerolling and drooling

Sweet sixteen? I think not.

An outcast

A nobody

A somebody

A sinner.

Gabbling in tounges noone speaks

Mirror writing.

Hiding under the stairs

Peering through vents

Crawling amoung filth

And spiders.

Niasen Iexvana.

Who is she really?

Return to Basics

Imagine you are standing in the middle of a crowded room.

Glancing around, attempting to talk

Whether it be voicing an opinion, or attracting attention.

Imagine you have nowhere to go

Nowhere to run or hide

Noone to turn to in your darkest hour.

What do you do?

How do you deal with the terrible truth that noone in that crowded room knows you are there?

How do you...feel knowing that they do not care?

Spare a thought for the loney and sad.

Those who never did anything to deserve the tragedy that is their life.

Make them remember that soon happiness will come

And theyll never be alone, sad or neglected again.

Just...dont let them suffer...

Because maybe, when there is a little more love in the world,

And the pained, wronged souls of the world unite,

These sad, scared, loney, neglected people wont exist anymore.

We need a return to basics.

Remember, your support counts.