The beast inside…
© 2017 SachikoMochiko " Sachi Ruaya
What’s worse than killing someone? Leaving them suffering alive. Now, whether or not they suffer is up to them…
Cracks…that’s how the light comes in.
You found that someone,
Who you deem; is the last piece of you
O’ but that one…that other one just "
…
How long will your grip hold?
It’s a dark feeling; jealousy
Where green, grey and black swirls weave your heart
Like steel, poison ivy
As your blood curdles and boils,
your red-laced eyes eyeball
That one who touched your precious
Your precious gem that you admire from afar.
Your precious one, who births a hazy warm chest.
Your precious half…the other fading half of you.
But you refrain from killing
And instead of making arrangements to prey,
You keep that one alive but suffering from your fangs
Your inner beast lurks inside,
already devoured half of you and yourself.
Its true form will not feast unless you do
Your fangs…its fangs bite, drawing thick, oozy blood
Of the one you hold captive in your prison
All for that one precious one, you shed blood
Your bite…your torture…your beast
Is a reflection of the steel, poison ivy
Is a being born from your selfishness…your jealousy
But you continue to feast even when you know
Know that this beast will soon consume your flesh, Bone-clean
Because pleasure will come from ones’ suffering
You are blinded by the beast; your scarlet eyes see no more,
the beauty of your precious gem…
Blurry. Vivid. Pitch-black.
You have lost sight of your intentions,
And your precious gem’s light is no more
Now, you know: You. Are. Devoured.
You sit there on the bottom of the beast’s stomach
Living with the pure darkness of your own
Alone. With your crackling, dry heart -unable to love
After all, you were just blind.
Destined to lurk in darkness.
Emptiness. Your skin slowly peels off from the dry darkness
Slowly…painfully, in this prison, the veil is ripped
Revealing something undeniably powerful
You.
The bleeding wounds of which the skin is peeled
Thus, shunned the lies and unveils the truth
The truth of you embedded inside -within the beast
…
The light suppresses the dry darkness
With your passion, memories, joy and love
You slice through the belly…striving for freedom once more!
Author’s Note:
This is one of the small fragments to ready one of my upcoming masterpiece. I will write more poems like this (having the same motivational force). WORRY is next.
Abyss
Within each man woman and child you will find the dark side of a husk, growing and never faltering, I am the abyss, your depression, your pain, your primordial hate; some will fall, and some will rise.
Hell itself resides within us all at some point or another, be it you next? Are you an angel or are you a thing of purgatory? Young bleeding hearts may feed my strength, I am the wolf, stalking my prey from the deep sanguine shadows; I will stain your infant world with horror.
If you stare into me I will always stare into you, the old may be blind but the young can see me just fine: the distorted siren of your soul; the holiest light may never scorch me.
Vulnerable hearts change their devotion, love for life turns to love of emotion, manifesting within yourself like a melancholy potion. Burning against your skin, my pain is cured by no lotion.
At the end of it all you're all bound to fall, after life you descend to that hellish hall, a life full of gall of posturing and acting tall you'll find your corpse a shell ever so cool.
For what am I?
The Abyss, slayer of young hearts and taker of arrogance.
You look in side me
Into my heart
What do you see
Dreams, wishes and prayers
What do you see in there that makes you want me
I look in side me
Into my heart
What do I see
Hate, pain, demons
I want to I see in there that makes you want me
We look and see nothing the same
I see what I know
You see what you know
Because of this I can grow
A graveyard of dead trees
Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas
Squirrels scurry before winter strikes
As children play while others pass on bikes
A harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing
As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing
Children shrieking and screaming as they play
Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away
Memories start of when I was a kid
Only broken away by time an what it did
Sitting still only in question
Of who I am and to what is my impression
I laughed . . . I played here
I was happy unknown of fear
But then reality again breaks memory's connection
Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection
Tell me, is it ever really "Okay?"
At times I wish I could disappear, away from the day.
Tell me, was it really all a mystery?
Or was I really something plagued by history?
Judge me, try to reason my scars,
Yet, were you there for my unreasonable wars?
Did you ever set foot in my shoes?
Taken account of what brings the blues?
Tell me, does it really matter?
If I was any more the sadder?
Perhaps it's just my business, only my trouble.
Not another place to intrude into my bubble.
I'll solve my self alone, and myself alone only
Not for you to break my silence, maybe tonight, I'd just like to be lonely.
Blame my shortcomings for my scars if you dare.
For me, it just occurred, the past isn't something I ever chose to wear.
Beauty
What is beauty? What is beauty?
it matters not outside
What is beauty? What is beauty?
is it not inside?
Love is beauty. Love is beauty
It should come from within
Love is beauty. Love is beauty
Please, do let it in
Love is beauty. Love is beauty
it's a precious gift to us
Love is beauty. Love is beauty
do not waste it thus
Beauty
What is beauty? What is beauty?
it matters not outside
What is beauty? What is beauty?
is it not inside?
Love is beauty. Love is beauty
It should come from within
Love is beauty. Love is beauty
Please, do let it in
Love is beauty. Love is beauty
it's a precious gift to us
Love is beauty. Love is beauty
do not waste it thus
Take a black felt-tipped pen?
Rip a sparkling-white piece of paper out of a fresh notebook?
Without thinking make one single dot anywhere on the page?
Without thinking make a second dot anywhere on the paper?
Thinking as hard as you can?
Draw whatever line you'd like?
You don't have to start or stop at any point?
Without thinking put the piece of paper up to a light?
Close your eyes?
Draw what you just drew on the sparkling-white piece of fresh notebook paper in your mind-eye?
Then draw it again?
Draw it backwards?
Draw it upside-down?
Then don't draw it?
Open your eyes?
Take the piece of black felt-tip inked paper and crumple it up?
Think of nothing?
Think of everything?
Can you see it?
Don't see it?
What is there to see?
What paper?
Dots?
What lines?
What thought?
Backwards?
Upside-down?
Close?
Open?
You?
Self?
See?
Directions?
cardboard memories shadows dweling in the sun..
let me touch you to know what it is to be alive..
let me feel you deep inside and surrender to you to feel that life flowing pure into your embrace..
i look to see if i live and my eyes stutter across your beautiful skin and therein lies my answer..