Slipping Into Despair

I lean over the precipice of gloom. Once I start to slide down this compelling spiral, nothing can stop me from plunging into a cycle of hideous self-detestation. Doubts destroy my soul. No love, no confidence clings on. The only care I possess found me through a fragile, shallow delusion, delicate enough to break under the weight of the slightest honesty. I am free of all true-sightedness; the world is mutilated by pessimism. My unacceptable knowledge consists of false facts. What I see lacks the open-hearted hope I once sold myself, for nothing is worth hope. Hideousness overwhelms the delay of sorrow. It cannot wait any longer, so I fall into the welcome ground of death.

Hollow

Cruel wind carved out my heart. How did it feel to love? It was shameful, much to shameful, to care for other islands. Friendship coated the surface of my manners; inside, I decayed from isolation. A primal shriek soaked in desperate despair fled from my diaphragm, lungs, throat, mouth. Nothing followed. Blackness. I died living.

Living Death

I rise out of the ashes like a phoenix. New, too young to fly, I stretch my weak yet eager wings. I have done this before. Yet another time for me to find myself. Over and over again, I am created. Over and over again, I slowly decay until the flames overpower and consume me. Every death, a rebirth. Will it never end? I am bound to an eternal cycle, everlasting yet dependent on the waxing and waning of time. Perhaps, just once, I will fly away from the gravity of an unambitious ground. I will fall and float, swoop past shielding insecurity. All certainty, all cowardice is lost. Severe the rope that ties me to life!

Rainbow

Such beauty is shown
From each color on its own
In fractured light, a gorgeous rainbow

But the more colors united
The more that is sighted
In white light, a brilliant glow

So come together, my friends
Here, categorizing ends
No labels, and no need for strife

Now we can find
Much-needed peace of mind
To focus on improving life

Continue

The connection rolled through our lives. Entered, traveled, departed. I saw you for a second, but too briefly before it left. No control over the force of destiny. Farewell, Sight. I will not see you again. Now I am an island. How I long to taste the water that flows between me and others' islands. How I long for that water to flow through me. It is frozen by limited thoughts. No! I will continue! Rigid thoughts do not stop me. We are all one, and I know it now more clearly than ever. We exist for other islands.

Shatter

Glassy one-way mirror. Nothing inside, nothing looks out at the world. The world sees itself on your surface. She sees her kindness reflected on you, mistaking it for yours. The void inside you is attracted to her muchness, you need her for fulfillment. She does not know. She loves too much to lose her innocence, shines too much to see through the one-way mirror. So her light pierces your shell, the arrow of kindness kills death. You are gone, you who were nothing but a reflection. Where is nothingness? She writhes in the agony of impossibility, for opposites rely on each other's existence. Screaming, cursing, loathing all that she loves, all that she knows, all that she is, all that you weren't. Humans love her with the names Perfection, Success, Heaven... but she is Pain and Horror without you.

Transcendent

The harsh world pushed me off my branch, forcing me to spread my wings. Serene weightlessness defined my motions. The three dimensions of sky liberated me. Looking down upon the world and its foolish ways, I knew that they would never see what open-mindedness was until they lost their imprisonment on earth. Our world is diverse, infinitely varied, yet united through interconnectedness, with no separate parts. Atrocious, hideous, in its very unblemished Life, which is so beautiful that flightless ones do not stand it without shielding themselves from its full effect. Those who fly have learned the truth. We feel life and forget about ourselves. A flightless one came to us once. She knew our message, our cry of hopelessness and pity for the ones who trapped themselves in imaginary division. "Love is attainable," said the flightless one, "I fly in dreams." We lifted her so the heavy numbness could slip off her soul. That naked soul flew with us in a form like our own, with wings and feathers. The newly-flighted one is our hope for ground-bound sad ones. Souls are alive under dead thoughts.