Nocturnal PoetryNocturnal PoetryNocturnal Poetry by Krikak
Nocturnal poetry, the sound of the life,
Flames in my heart, the words of love are rife.
Suffering from the bitter pain I was voicelessly screaming.
Caught up by my own demons, never even dreaming,
That one day, the darkness within me would be vanished,
By the eternal light of yours with love so deep replenished,
We would rise from the ashes, not in the distant future, but today,
Standing together inside flames…
We would forget about the pain of yesterday.
Those things never even dreamt are becoming true.
You’re the light in the dark night’s blue,
The life running through my veins,
Getting me rid of all chains.
The last thing I have in my mind at the evening,
Belongs to you…
So as the first thought at the morning.
Nocturnal poetry, the lines written by feelings,
Guided by the heart, staying day-dreaming.
I’ve never thought that I’d feel alive once again,
That one day it will be the end of the rain.
You’ve showed me the b
Absolute ZeroAbsolute ZeroAbsolute Zero by Krikak
Deep down inside, reality so rough,
Paying for the one who was never sure enough.
Deep down inside, can you still see me?
Can you still remember the better version of me?
Deep down inside, staring to the skyline of this town,
Disappearing, lifting like shadows, down and down.
Paid for every tear and every smile,
Burnt out by the fire called life.
And can you hear me now,
When all that once was a miracle is completely down?
Hearts are torn apart, memories remain the same,
But somehow too painful when there’s only me to blame.
Deep down inside, reaching the absolute zero,
I’ve never promised I’d be your hero.
Deep down inside, can you still remember me?
Do you still know whether there once was a better version of me?
Deep under the absolute zero, hatred and cry,
‘cause the fallen angels can also die.
Under the absolute zero, beyond the wings of a wind,
All alone and broken, left behind blind,
The darkness within, surrounded by fire,
Angry Little GirlI have an immense fear of embarrassment. I wouldn’t say it’s an ego problem. I mean, I’d rather be playfully insulted and teased than complimented outright. Pretty much anything I’m not instantly good at I tend to drop. From sports to making the first move with a guy, if I’ve messed up at least once and someone pointed it out I quit. I can even be too nervous to make friends with people. It’s annoying, like I’m perpetually stuck in that sixth grade atmosphere of being inhibited by some unknown force that doesn’t exist. That’s why there have been very few additions in the past several years. If I can avoid rejection of any kind, or any moment of weakness I will pretty much do anything. That being said, by no means am I crying in a corner every time things don’t turn out the way I want them to. I actually get over it quickly, almost too quickly. I’ll look myself in the mirror, ache hard once, and drop it just as hard. LikeAngry Little Girl by piro-and-the-phobia
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