Great Divide: Off My Hiatus

Things hurt; that is forever a given. That seems to be the piece of knowledge no one can escape.

Scars act as a reminder of those givens; a piece, of a fragment, of a morsel of the pain. There was a instance in his life, where no scars were bare on him. He was blank as a white piece of paper; no rough edges, no lines scribbled. Yet a day approached him in his adolescence where he suffered the worst scar he’ll ever come to experience. He was on the phone with her, listening to her silence, hoping what was playing in his head wouldn’t sing out of her mouth; he guessed wrong. The words didn’t hit him like bricks or knives; rather they were an earthquake that shattered a crevice into his being. He hit the red button, ending not only a conversation but a time in his life. And the only reminder he will have is the divide, caused by an earthquake, manipulated by a woman.

(I’m back ladies and gents.. time to write some emotions)

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NPWM Twenty-Seven: Live-wire

My chest is filled,
With a heavy sense of warmth.
Not with the desire of lust,
But with the passion of fire.

My chest feels light,
With a delighted sense of intrigue.
Not intrigue to learn more,
But with a wanting of the next day.

My chest feels safe,
More than just bones protecting me.
Not protecting me from danger,
But protecting me from the things that scare me.

My chest glows bright,
Finally happy to be filled with light.
Not because I did anything,
But because you are my live-wire.

NPWM Twenty-Six: Pulled-Apart Heart

Destiny is pulling, calling me towards my prime,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!

Destiny is pulling, driving me away from the dark,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!

Destiny is pulling, dragging me towards a harp,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!

Destiny is pulling, pleading for me to feel the strings,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!

Destiny is pulling, guiding me towards my art,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!

Destiny is pulling, placing a flame to old lies,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!

Destiny is pulling, lighting a candle for the demised,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!

Destiny is pulling, pulling me towards the path of my heart.
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!

NPWM Twenty-Five: Neat Little-Box

Something about your hidden kindness,
Makes up for the brisk cold of the surface of your hands.
You have wild blue eyes,
always willing to tell a story,
Always willing to be the star.
Your wafting brown hair,
Matches the inner whimsical being that comes out when you’re content.
You believe yourself a failure, always needing to do better,
But truly in my heart, there is no one greater.
You have your heart kept in a neat little box,
It has decorations, of blacks and blues
Pretty enough so the outside unawares don’t want to peak in.
I’ve always seen past the colors, to that inner layer,
Where that pulsing violet hue is awaiting.

Something about your tiny little box,
Will always, forever have,
A piece of my heart.

NPWM Twenty-Three: Perfect Match

Why do your eyes glimmer always with hope?
Perhaps it is because of your kind heart.
Maybe it is your willing soul coming to life.
Perhaps an underlying nature to do good.
Maybe simply for the benefit of others.

Why does your smile only glimmer when it tells truth?
Perhaps your mind is tired of being under crucible.
Maybe the lies seeping through you hands are tired.
Perhaps your heart is weary of believing its lies.

Why do you only show me your good side?
Perhaps I am special to you in your mind.
Maybe you’ve only known kindness from few.
Maybe we’ve both grown to only show the good side.
Perhaps both of our sad stories match.