ShaLLow DeeP WiThiN.,.

These lexis kept on reminding me how two worlds can never collide in murky ways…

“If you choose me over her, you’ll loose everything in your world… but if you choose her instead of me…. you’ll just loose me and no more.”

It kept on repeating on my skull, the thoughts, the memories, the love she offered and still offering to me… How did it end this way? Why did it end this way? Why?

Admonishing to divulge that this is a big mistake, I let it happen between the two of us. I did not give any promise to her; I just stared at her every now and then. The feelings imparted to our very skin began to flourish as the time became erratic. Minutes then turned into hours and into days and weeks even more, fate did its part to meet our paths as often as the sun rises everyday. Leaving the reality on the corners of the shadow and living in world where ennui is deficient, that became the edict of our dispirited liaison.
But I have to formulate a verdict that would possibly finish this fancy; I have to make things right. It’s unhealthy for us to continue this insanity I should say, for it breaks every breathing being as well as the not-human being who witnesses our fender-bender contact.
She’s not one of our kind and the fact that she’s a forbidden matter of our clan, makes my mind outburst and my heart to grow. I have no heart for I was not born for it; but when I began to know and be involved with her…it was nurtured with her magnanimous love.
The moment came when farewell knocks on our door to get her away from me…I want to congeal the time and steal her away, so far away that even any map finder cannot uncover us.

But that’s the way it has to be…

Things have to be done this way…

I have to let go of her to continue my existence; maybe without her presence I can do stuffs I usually do as a nightwalker… she may be gone for now but our paths will soon meet again; I can sense it, it’s skin-crawling.

My name is “Elliot”, I’m a lycanthrope… and this is my story.

SwEet paiN.,.

Everyday is like hostilities to me
They always admonish even though
They’re not in no doubt if really
I committed a mistake.

Why are they like that?
Why can’t they see my part?
Why don’t they snoop?
Is it really I who stanch mistake?

The accusations they confer to me
The diatribe they’ve inflicted to me
The throbbing and despondent thoughts,
What in this world is wide of the mark to me?!

It’s mom that ended me what is me at this instant,
She molded me as any mother would do
But she’s diverse; she’s really poles apart.
Why are you like that mom?

I’m getting bushed giving my being preeminent
But still you can’t and don’t recognize
Any of my achievements;
How come it’s defunct like this? How come mom?

You enriched me with teaching
Erudition and acumen of thought;
You, for all time told me to do well,
You always told me to do so.

BUT with just a single blunder,
All the good deeds, all those things are ruined?
It’s so iniquitous mom!
It’s really unfair…

Emancipation, reverence and most of all,
Snoop to me mom, please…
I plead for you mom, please listen
To your son;

As if you’re holding me in my collar,
Pungent me from freedom;
Relenting me to you’re fear of bringing up the rear me
Trepidation that I may reiterate your history with dad;

I put in the picture you mom, with my intact heart; I won’t ever do that.
I won’t destroy my dreams and
I’m not that dim-witted enough
To tag along with such transgression;

You falsify me from experiences of youth;
You congested me in bearing in mind
More things that I covet to see.
Even just for a foretaste.

I’m telling you now
That we’re not that alike mom, we’re not.
If you’re scrutiny that I would get hitched
at an untimely age devoid of edifying accomplishment;

I will make a new history not based on your past
But through my own way of
understanding things about the world today
And not the world that passed away.

I can prove that I’m right.

I will…

BaNqUeT oF faLse EmoTioNs.,.

She tried her very best to leave but the louder she shouts to the whole world that she’ll leave me, the more that it’s hard to let go – why? Is it me that she draws upon with great amity? Or am I just a piece of her wanted nobody...answer me Mister Webster for they say you hold every definition to unanswered terms. Answer me so that I can end this brain-wasting fallacy? Mind me or not, it’s just the same. Do you understand this? This or these? Which word should I use to match up the other axioms that will confuse every reader reading this…

Tranquilizing every term that would sedate my heart to what I feel, please make me abscond from this fantasy, from this banquet of false emotion.

CoNfuSe"d" Me...

As every night ends, as every single drop of minute finish, I can’t even find the right words to render to you; I’m deeply confused, seeking what is right for everyone; for her, for them, and for myself… I seemingly cried. How come I ended up like this? Foreboding and full blast wrecked in love with you. Sometimes, the feeling of discomfiture nags me instilling to my mind that you don’t even care about me. That there are times that the sentiment you showed upon me makes me wonder and fonder.

Confuse me more and you’ll see my eyes leaking in the arms not of you…