The Recipe for a Broken Heart

1 perfectly good heart
3 cups of pain
2 cups of sorrow
1 gallon of tears

2 pounds of false promises
1 cup of broken trust
1 quart of lies
3 pints of missed opportunities

Place Heart in large bucket filled with tears. Soak for 2 hours then poor in the 2 cups of sorrow. Chop of the missed opportunities and false promises and throw them into the mix. Add in the quart of lies and bring mixture to a boil. Slowly stir in the pain. Pull out the heart and cover it in the broken trust. Serve with a frown, your dish is complete.

A poem by Kyo Konoyashi

My heart is empty

Alone and broken

Nothing fill my need for love

My tears fall into a stream of lies

I am the wrong in this world

A burden to all that is right

Nothing brings back the truth

I'm torn inside and dead at heart

No one can save me

I'm a lost soul

Don't come near me

I'll only bring you pain

Just like everyone else

 

Please forgive me

I have everything to be sorry for

Put away your doubts

Don't let me get you down

Everyone is better without me

Without this mistake

I need to leave this world

I don't belong

Now I only cry

Nothing cares for my existence

Goodbye

Everyday is a Nightmare

Step step, drip drip

He's there, watching me again

His endless black holes where eyes should be

Drip drip, the water falling from his body

He is always drenched

Never ending, he haunts me

That evil grin

What did I ever do to that little boy

 

My vases are shattered

He's been at it again

Puddles of water

All over the floor

Bloody footprints where he used to be

A sore on my neck coloured red

He visited me at night

What did I ever do to that little boy

 

My curtains torn

Couches and chairs ripped apart

Sounds of pitiful laughter

Water along the ground dyed red

Again my neck aches

Hiding in the shadows

Never ending, he haunts me

Guilt rises in my chest

What did I ever do to that little boy

 

Heart shattered

Hope torn

He has taken the last

"There is nothing left!" I scream

He never answers

A laugh in place of a response

Blood pours from the holes in his eyes

That's my blood

What did I ever do to that little boy

Loving Torture

His soft voice fills my ears,

I am wrapped up in him.

The smell of blood lingers on his clothing.

How can someone so violent and so cruel,

Be like this in this moment.

Holding me gently,

Slowly kissing me.

The taste of blood filling my mouth.

Its metallic taste,

Its warmth,

In this moment it was alright.

He was so different now,

No more crazy,

No scissors in his hands.

Instead it was gentleman,

And my hands were in his.

 I have forever awaited for now,
This moment.

He has finally given into liking me,

He has finally admitted it within himself.

Now I can be happy,

The one person I love and will always love,

Now tells me he loves me too.

That is the best new I could hear.

I wish for this one moment to continue on forever,

Him touching me,

Kissing me,

Loving me.

I want nothing more than him.

He may be violent and still strike me with objects,

And tear through my long back with his nails,

But he fills me with such joy.

The feeling of my skin tearing,

The smell of blood around me,

It's all so wonderful.

Best of all,

He is my torturer,

He gives me this joy.

Erasure Poem

A      range of shades      allow
bright              from                                        dark
                                                         which symbolizes                             the
beginning                                     Anything                          carries
negative
                                 experience,                                                    and put
people                                        open                                            was
                      I                   a celebrity                                        wearing
            a smile                                                       That             overkill           can
leave you                                                        investing                       instead

                     keep in mind      not everyone can
           have a hard time                                    and                     only
                                 find the                  good
                                                                      The                           red's depth
            is      perfect
                            action                                   active                 in
red is much more                                   perky                              when you want to
                             hit                                work                      is said to
                                      symbolizes               endurance        also                     when
you         stand     without              risk         because
                     If you're                                            red
                                   almost everyone has
      a little
                                                                                                      luxury
         you need
a young-looking face          to appear                                                    to help
                                                                                                black makes you
                                 instantly                                                                put on
                                                                      the darkest
                                                                   downer                                    feel
                                                                                    the villain
over the years               become more
    elegant                                                  clearly                          you want
more                                                    Every woman needs                  everything
           so you                                shine.

Death of Love

When I close my eyes

There he is in front of me

Laughing, playing, his smile so bright

He was always happy

He was always kind to everyone

I loved him

Still do

My beautiful little boy

With short black hair

The softest pale white skin

The brightest green eyes

He was perfect

My perfect boy

If only I had seen the car

When he was playing ball in the yard

If only I had heard the car

When he was in the street

Tears run down my cheeks

The memory I suffer with every day

So vivid as if it were yesterday

Three years have gone by

He would be seven today

So young and he is gone

He was perfect!

He didn't deserve this fate

It's all my fault

It should've been me

Autobiography in 5 Short Chapters

I

 

I am young and in a new world

I come across a beautiful treasure

Stepping closer I go to pick it up

In my hands it shatters

I am depressed

 

 

II

I am older now and in the same world

Another beautiful treasure is there

Maybe if I pick it up this time it wont brake

I get close and it shatters

Again I am depressed

 

III

 

Older and wiser I am still in the same world

Yet another beautiful treasure

I want it so badly and can't help myself

I take two steps toward it and it shatters

Depression stays with me

 

IV

 

Still getting wiser with this same cruel world

A fourth beautiful treasure is before me

Once there was a time it was mine alone

I want it back, but I cannot get any closer now

For it will shatter if I do

I sit down and stare

Wondering if it'll ever be mine again

Depression stregthens and I cannot smile

 

V

 

This world has treated me wrongly

It stole my beautiful treasure

But I know now

That I will NEVER get it back

Black darkness swallows me up

Will I ever be happy again?

Shadow Boy

Dark nights filled with creeping shadows

He opens the door a peak

Peering in the small crack,

Waiting for me to fall asleep

He never leaves while I'm awake at night

Always staring, always watching

Sometimes I wonder what he does,

While I am sleeping in bed

Does he hurt me?

Does he curse me?

Or simply does he do nothing at all?

Perhaps all he does is look,

Until the sun comes up

Perhaps he's friendly,

But too shy to come in

Sometimes I hear him crying,

Small whimpers of a child

Perhaps he's a little boy,

Who only wants to play

I suppose that boy is lonely,

Hiding from the sun

Where does he go?

I wish to find him one day,

Tell him, "I'll play with you."

For at night he seems so scary,

Creeping in the shadows

I feel wrong in being afraid,

A selfish child

Maybe, just maybe,

Tomorrow night,

I'll finally say hello

Eyes

Her eyes began to sparkle,

Filled with the past that she wishes to forget.

It's trapped in there.

The tears run from her eyes,

Dropping lightly on her dress.

The eyes were delicate,

In the sense that they were filled with emotion.

A bright blue with hints of purple.

You look into them and wonder,

What was going on behind those eyes?

Where did she come from?

Why is she so sad?

I want to speak to her,

Give her a hug and make her feel better.

I can't sadly,

For I am not there,

Nonexistent in that world.

I am just a small figment,

Who was forced into her world.

I am invisible to that beautiful girl.

All I can do is stare into those never ending eyes,

And I am frozen.

I can't move,

Can't speak,

Can't think,

I am trapped in her eyes.

Why can't I talk to her?

I want to become part of this world.

The world of gorgeous people,

With emotions and the ability to cry.

I want to be there for that lonely girl.

Inventing Beauty In The Darkness

 

If I could see all the darkness but the light

From the sea of pain shall it open,

I would know by heart

About the beauty within the dark.

If only you were here by my side I would know

This was a painful cause where an alter hangs the light

And a vampire's teeth sink in as a soul leaves.

If I could only see the light but stay in the darkness I would know

About the suffering you and I could forget

The love we share and keep hold of the secrets inside,

The gravestone

My heart was an angel with torn wings and a broken soul

In a world of hurt and anguish,

Hope seems lost

I could fill an ocean with all my tears

And keep plenty more among the sullen eyes of the angel,

Among the stars of their beauty,

 Deep darkness,

Love, and pain.

I could see you in my teary eyes

And think of you

With the sweet beauty in the darkness

The smell of roses between my eyes,

I could see the dark angel who always stayed by my side

About love especially in the heart with its beautiful darkness

So I would travel across the world

To see the beauty that you hold.

If I could love the light that purges through the dark,

I would discover what good it could bring

To this blackened heart,

I would redden the world

Safe from harm like the dull blade

Made of the sharpest metal forged

Or the unknown waters,

That carry sailors,

Dreams, and me

Far away from shore.

The Black Sky of Imagination

He comes to me, a dark angel of love

It's me he’s flown so far for

The softness of his warm touch as he caresses me

I am surrounded by his black wings full of delicate feathers

My eyes feel the hurt he’s suffered

He reeks of sadness and pain

The quiet whimpers of this poor angel

Prince Raveyn Cartner of the kingdom of Gravesend

He wasn’t really much of an angel

Fights and battles he’s one, he does it for me

He’s a man with a dodgy personality

“Because I love you, I will stay away”

The Black Sky of Imagination, my eyes wonder to it

I imagine the life we could’ve had

This made me as happy as rain on a gloomy day

My eyes were swallowed up by my tears

His Gothic Princess begging him to stay

Soon the battles will cease and he will come back to me

Glass bridges tie us together,

Our path almost invisible

I will always remember him to the point I shall forget

Demo, watashi wa kesshite wasurenai koto ga dekimasu.

The mood whispers his name and he leaves once again

The stars follow behind him, just in case he falls

The Prince of Gravesend, my dark angel,

Reeking of pain of the battles he’s won