AdornWatered eyes remain untouched.Voices dilate with sharpened jewels.Tenderness, tempers, pity; upheld.Glossed limbs construct every palette.
Chilled WisdomTo quiet fjords frozen and deep oceans rested, I journey by darkness to exist with the crested.For the years that were wasted have at last taken their tolls; my being longs for serenity, near the chilling, soft souls.Upon the solid, whitish mountains lay my ancestor's lives, their bones of icy marrow, but never frozen their eyes.With them I shall rest, nevermore gracing the skies; my existence is now over, for I am one of the wise.
CelestialWyverns within glass.Illustrate cosmic mountains.Of translucent waves.
DisinfectPowdered rivers drench porcelain curtains.Throughout residences of youthful hands.Which, of serpents and decadence, erode upon description.As ensnared coils within fiery sands.
The DrowningTo the lake of dead serenity, so harsh, wintry, and pale, my sinking ship grudgingly dances without a single, tarnished sail.For I am utmost weary and always searching a way to my coming demise; never displayed in the public's horrid view, I truly loathe their lively cries.I swim to the bottom, around the dead bodies, never glancing up to eye the land again; the water calls to me, whispering my existence, it's now the clock to determine the pain.A tombstone and shackles sleep endlessly down, to them I see the way, I stand in Death's hands, so brittle yet immense; my drowning is initiated today.The shackles clench tightly to my sickly ankles, the tombstone etches the placement and roll; assuring not a breath is drawn from my body, I clench the organs from my very soul.The final glimpse of dark moonlight shatters, darkness gives way to my closing eyes; a bubble implodes on the rotting surface, Death's toll had been paid without the lies.
ConstructDownward stairs uphold brittleness.Solidified windows exude flameless stains.Indirect doors withhold unvoiced prophecies.Tattered gardens reek fortified veins.
SereneRaindrops safeguard thoughts.Frigid veils withhold one tone.Unspoken calmness.
SoothedLakes smoothen with songs.Wintry symphonies; brisk chords.Ashiness of lands.
NoiselessGreying hands behold.Parallel tones align thoughts.Vocals separate.
I'm Minnish and I Know ItWhen I teleport by.Link be lookin' like "Damn, he flies."I blast the street, searching for Zelda with my magic *Beep*This is how I roll. Putting on the Minnish cap, total control (Yeah)It's Vaati with the long silk hairAnd like Ganondorf I want the heirGirl look at that VaatiGirl look at that Vaati (Ah)Girl look at that Vaati (Ah)I blow wind.Girl look at that VaatiGirl look at that Vaati (Ah)Girl look at that Vaati (Ah)I blow wind.When I walk through Hyrule, this is what I see.Everybody stops and cowers at meI got magic in my hand and I ain't afraid to show it (Show it, show it)I'm Minnish and I know it.YeahWhen I'm at the Inn, the bartender won't let me inAnd when I'm at the tower, I check on Zelda every hour (What?)This is how I roll, come on Zelda it's time to goWe headed to the tower, baby don't be dourNo come, no go, I still have the power.Girl look at that VaatiGirl look at that Vaati (Ah)Girl look at that Vaati (Ah)I blow wind.Girl look at that
Thank you(French version below)Since that day when you fell from the Golden GateFoundered with so many other human wrecks, solitary;One more treasure lost down to the abyss,And a part of me that will remain sunk forever.I forgot you.I hardly believed there was still enough room in my heart...You would have liked him. Everything about him reminds me of you.I needed a fresh start, a new life;The chalk walls bore the indelible mark of our fingersThe wind's blast whispered in my ears as you used to doOur footprints on eternal snows, and an edelweiss who slept there.I saw you through his smile.I had to forget you.Thank you...For being the drug that made my piteous brain workThe foundation that prevented me from collapsing and being crushedMy Moon while the Sun burned my epidermis aliveMy oxygen, this lung I missed and cravedFor loving me and making me feel gorgeousThank you and... sorry I lied to you.I will never be able to forget you.Merci
Would you love me if...Would you love me if I told you 'bout my past and wayward ways?Will you love me when the past returns and haunts my nights and days?Would you love me if I then confessed about the way I snore?Will you love me still or will you then show this boy to the door?Would you love me if you learned about the girl whose heart I crushed?Will you love me even though I'm shy and sometimes even blush?Would you love me once it's been made known I quit school in ninth grade?Will you love me knowing that my life 'til now's been a charade?Would you love me even though my family name is barely known?Will you love me when I'm old and gray or will I be alone?Would you love me if you knew I once lived 'neath the Brooklyn bridge?Will you love me if it seems I live my life close to the edge?Would you love me if I got down on my knees and held your hand?Will you love me if I give to you this shiny wedding band?Would you love me if I worshiped you and gave you gifts of gold?Will you love me and m
SelfI’m afraid of being afraid, worried about feeling worried, and anxious about my anxieties.Confusion, confusion, confusion, sense.Losing self while trying to gain my strength, finding nowhere while trying to escape my somewhere.Smiling only to end up wiping away my tears.Crying only to end up intensely inspired.Writing to let my soul drip ink; over pages as I blink away the ache falling from my eyes.Feeling so alive, feeling so untouchable, feeling like I can fly.Cowering into a corner when I’m what scares me most.Holding my hand out until I grab it on the other side.Confusion, confusion, confusion, sense.I blossom, only to shrivel up, I shrivel up, only to blossom. I live only to die, I die only to live.© Rocio Belinda Mendez
SometimesSometimes I think to myself,What's the point of existing,If I have no reasonto be living?Sometimes I feel likeI'm not good enough,I blame myself fornot being corrupt,When will I truly understandthe meaning of being grown up?Sometimes in my fantasy,I just want to run awayfrom humanityAnd be completely free,But then I face reality;I'm hit with thosesame notions of negativity.
SuicideI'm hurtBy peopleThey don't wanna admitThey did these things to meThat ruined my whole lifeI was leftOn the groundWith a broken armAnd a bleeding noseAfter mathsWhen I got an AI had to be punishedBecause I was too smartThey said I am a slutBecause they saw mewith a guySo they kicked me in the stomachand threw me of the stairsI'm counting the bruisesThirteen, fourteenAnd I wear my long-sleeved shirtEven though it's summerMy mom doesn't knowshe's busy with her own troubleAnd she says I'm not the daughterShe wants me to beand then she starts to cryIt's on my armI can cut throughBecause I wanna see my painI waitThe tears falling downI wait until the perfect momentAnd then I make myself feel the pain againI've sufferedFor so longAnd you never stoppedYou made me breakyou made me fallNow I'm a broken bodya broken soulWith bleeding handsand a motherthat tells meI'm not good enoughWhy should I live?
DeathPeople are hereand then they are not.we brush our teeth,hold hands,workout everyday all the while forgettingthat these temporary mechanisms,these compilations of pleasures and blood,of bones and bruises,of vessels and kisses are just hostsfor a party of angels and demons.I am here to talk abouta boy that I loved.The one I held in my handslike a baby as he breathed likea leaf sunburned by the June sunand died.he held on to me,more than physically,begging me to understand that we, as human beingsare not bodies with souls,but we are instead soulswith bodies.
Happiness's LieHappiness is...The wolf in sheep's clothing
The LostTheir eyes stolenBy their own handsThey are frozenBound to stoic land
DictateEntice every prejudice.Ensnare every pride.Uphold greying principles.And, furthermore, collide.