Long Awaited Dawn

Icy dew drips down a frozen petal.
Has it really been this long?
The timid sun has refused to show its face.
Lovely sun,
Your absence creates nothing by desolation, a hopeless coldness.
To be touched by your warmth...
How long has it been?
The soil has frozen to stone and nothing grew.
Innocent life kept from existence, an unending emptiness.
At last, a bud blooms and the ice cracks.
The beauty of the world, once more, begins to show.

Little Heart

Little heart,
slayed and decayed.
It's not the end,
let go of sorrow's borrow;
for tomorrow is another day.
Another day for feeling and revealing.

<3Dil.

Starstruck.

Girl with the stars in her eyes-
for all their sweet beautiful lies.
Their heart is in the wrong place,
her head is in the wrong time and space.
Drunk off soft, intoxicating kisses;
"If only it could be." she wishes.
Is she really so gullible,
and really so unlovable?

<3Dil.

Words Left Unspoken.

These words that escape are not but vomit from my lips
a symptom of the disease that tortures my mind -
a vision, illusion of something for which I pined
the sickness deludes and confuses invading with darkness like an eclipse

If only you were here now to comfort me with pretty claws so sharp
you are the sickness, the disease which spreads and infects -
unreachable, untouchable just the image my mind's eye reflects
but still your words reach out to me and lull me like a harp

Do you even know these feelings?
If only you shared the same cravings.

<3Dil.

This time

Sold my soul to God for a night with a devil dressed in white.
Though it may not look like it, I am human too.
But, the blank stare like you don't care is the pain I can't contain.
Emotion is the language I speak and even anger is a word I can understand
I can't remember the last words you spoke,
but I remember the emotion I felt,
when you left forever, never to return.
And I'm not sad, I just want your attention.
Let's venture far, far away.
I just need something,
anything,
I don't know,
I don't care,
anything will do.
Nothing always disappoints me.
Deja vu never hurt so much, but it's a language I speak.

<3Dil.

A work in progress.

This is the world I live in, where smut has replaced romance and uncouth blatancy has replaced mystery, but then again, wasn't "romance" just another name for control and deceit?
My hobby used to be people watching until they all became sort of a gray colour, washed out. Everything is so easy now a days and no need to tend to the details everything is always "just fine" and "that's good enough" along with a fix of different hormones brought upon in the easiest way possible. I'm no better, but I feel remorse for the loss of effort and abstract beauty and it's lonely looking for another one of my kind; someone that still has some colour in them and stands out, like the imperfect ones. I wish they could see it like I can, but they're too pre-occupied by perceived beauty bombarded at their eyes from anything but the mirror. Like the "nerdy" boy on the street that walks with no self-esteem and doesn't wear clothes that are quite fashionable, or the chubby girl with glasses on the bus holding her bag to her chest like a sort of comfort blanket. I wish they could see it, but then they might not be so beautiful anymore.

<3Dil.

At last we meet again.

A clear mind, blurred eyes and tarnished soul-
nothing more beautiful than the image in the mind.
Always dreaming and afraid to wake - reality is never what you think.
No such thing as perfection, just merely the illusion,
the scale of imperfection, and the mask you wear.
Inner and outer beauty - hardly ever both.
Do you wear your hardships on the outside, or keep them concealed?
Perhaps one day it will be revealed...
until then, keep hiding, and smiling.
Reading,
writing,
and escaping.

<3Dil.