Under The Veil

              POOR    GOTH! We Goth princesses are hard to look into !  I’m reckoned to   only be who I am ,   To Rebel. Being a lady of the darkness is hard enough as it is. I am   constantly gawked at by more colorful humans,   And   the normals in space   think I’m   a misery . Who hates everything and everyone?  Please consider that I too have a life. I want to   be the true gothic princess   I am   in your heart-blackened soul. But do you know what makes that a task ?   Non-stop sunshine for months   endlessly,   that’s what.   No goth is having a good time in the summer. That’s just a fact. Warm sunshine   is conducive not   for my poor self, therefore should be banned forever.   Here are just 10 of the many,   many hells as cemetery-dwelling honeys   ...

          STOP   ( Aline Amike ) I said stop! We can stop here and I promise I will be alright. Not right away but eventually. The longer it stays, the more it hurts us For, we don’t even know how to care. Does that even make sense? We pretend that everything is alright We pretend that all is well We pretend that we are so good to each other We pretend. We even pretend just to pretend Am I really selfish to let you go? Is this what it means by love might mean letting go? I think this is it We bring the worst out of each other and settle for less. We all want to meet each other’s standards Yet for me, some are too low I might have to be taken back to my toddler days. No underestimation.       I only mean to be truthful this once This is the problem with ‘us ‘. Being real is an insult You have to talk like you’re walking on empty eggshells Do you even know what that fe...

        Stones Stones. Yes, stones. As in stones What else do you hear?   Like I am strong But there is one things you’ all are so wrong about; I don’t exist to destroy the weak. I mean to give them my back You just use me wrongly. That is all. In colors, I differ and I still accept me. You ‘all can’t see that if you aren’t doing the same. And, stop criticizing me for destroying flowers with thorns Flowers whose help you use to break people with a lie called ‘love’. You really think Rose likes how her blood is always shed to seal a lie? Yet most of you are so fond of where you grow up from. What do you think makes her different? You after all claim that she lives. Yet you murder her in cold blood. I don’t breath according to you despicable humans. With a bright smile, I would rather just exist than live like you do. I charge towards you with the named me Stones. Not that I am many Just that I stand for al...

                     The you in me The curve of your bottom lip, The contrast of red and your standout white tiles, Under that half tilted smile. In that 7th room , the wind disentangles itself. Oh my days! It was wrong the very first day I strained under your breath. But those bumpy heartbeats go on through me . Heavily! That they cross mt veins and . Then to the sea of a heart towards no arrival That rough skin that caught, A dying light of a sulking star That selfishness aimed for my heart. I see myself forgo'ten like those old anchors... But too Bad ! My heart is already with you. Wake me up not . Until the bird double-sings the loudest Soprano That touches the heart and the  Base that scratches it . Of the beautiful memory scars. Oh eternity, how they hurt the most ! How I wish ... That the world was such a rush That time would stop when I see y...