Maybe it's Better This Way by Pyrus-Nightwrite, literature
Literature
Maybe it's Better This Way
You've told me
So many times
I never really seemed to understand
And maybe I still don't
Even when it is in my own language
The thing is
Maybe it's better this way
You're not like others girls huh?
you look at them and see perfection
and look at yourself and see failure
But doesn't it seem odd to you?
I agree, you're not like other girls
Doesn't it occur to you that
I picked you over them, because
You're better than them?
Every memory we've made
In this last year we've been together
Some of them may fade
When we first started
We both were broken
Both of us needed each other's protection and love
The second we found each other's
Stained a
Undeserved
There’s a certain feeling that comes from having something you don’t deserve
A certain heat emanating from your heart
While within your heart the chilling wind whispers
“You don’t deserve this”
As inside of your soul you feel
Bad
The only word that can truly put it’s lyrical finger on the feeling
Just, bad.
Like eating stolen candy.
You know you love it, you know it tastes good
But your tongue feels nothing but bitterness.
And no matter how much you apologize for thieving sweets
You just can’t seem to wash the sugar off of your hands
Too often we feel entitled.
We deserve to be treated b
Pounce
Pounce
Claws grabbing and pulling
Paws white and furiously following
That curious red dot on the wall
Flick
Black lightning with a white tip of thunder
Or smooth and gracefully flow
The tail echoing the paws for balance
Leap
Effortless glide vertically
Like liquid steal
The highest perches are no match for those strong legs
Twitch
Listening for the faintest sound
The lightest ruffle of feathers
Or the faintest beat of avian hearts
Call
The name of those loved
Looking to fix that strange itch
Right behind the ears
Claim
Those who are rightfully yours
Your best friends and caretakers
Watching vigilantly as you nap
Sleep
Curled by
Volume
Plug in the black headphones
Press play
Volume is set to 20.
Your voices raise a little
Never mind, I’ll just turn it up to 25.
Up the stairs
One voice challenges another, deeper one
And the low voice responds, louder than the first
Going back and forth.
A frown. And then volumes follows itself to 50
Matters invade my ears.
Matters that I don’t want to hear
Matters I don’t need to hear
Matters that don’t matter.
Volume turns to 75, but I can’t seem to end the assault.
Finally grinding to 100
When the conversation turns to me, I turn to go louder.
But the volume won’t go any higher.
The screaming
Plugged
I don’t hate myself
I’m not depressed for my own hatred
The truth is
I hate seeing others hate themselves.
Every time I look into the mirror
And see myself
My reflection screams “you’re worthless”
Only because I know deep down I couldn’t help
If only I could find a way
To climb the walls around your heart
And glue it back together
Mend it with my stiches, bandages, and painkillers
I only know I’m worthless because
I cannot find a way
I cannot tell you how much you mean
Because your self-hatred is plugging your ears
Your purity has won.
I could never been as great as you.
Just as the light of the moon will always stand subordinate to the strength and beauty of the sun,
I will always be second best.
Because nopony likes the night.
This is where I belong, dear sister,
Out here where everypony can see me but choose to look away,
Just as they always have.
I will not lie and say I'm sorry for what I have done.
Because I'm not. How can I be?
When all I ever wanted was love from somepony.
The one I loved the most ignored me in favor of her subjects
Our subjects? No. they were never truly mine.
They always adored and loved the daylight,
The morning,
The sun.
But
Letters
Letters
My hobby, my passion, my job
So much feeling, emotion, and thought
Coming from a simple 26 part code
Really nothing more than small lines and dots of ink,
Yet letters pushed into the right places can start rebellions
Mend wounds and rip open new ones
Letters strung together write and rewrite history
Can flood the mind with questions and answers
They say letters are mightier than a sword
But really,
The pen is much more like a bow and arrow
Useless if used the wrong way
And deadly when in the hands of an expert
You Know What's Best For Me by Pyrus-Nightwrite, literature
Literature
You Know What's Best For Me
You Know What's Best For Me
Stand by my side
When I’m facing the world alone
Let me be
When I say I need a friend
Hold me back
When I abandon you and abandon hope
Let me go
When I tell you I want to stay
Push me up the ladder
When I’m afraid that I will fall
Let me hit the ground when I do
Throw water in my face when I’m asleep on a Saturday morning
Heal me
When I say I’m just fine
And let me bleed when I say I need help
Push me to be the best I can be
Because you know what’s best for me
Even if I don’t see myself in the mirror you tell me is the picture of perfection
My Meditation
Spread your wings and fall
Into the smooth flow of notes
Take a deep breath, Inhale, exhale
Your breath follows the guitar, which follows the wind through the leaves
Shedding leaves and shedding troubles
The creek beside you licks the river rock music
As it flows through your headphones
The distortion thunders like lightning in the cloudless sky
Bright with the sun and speckled with stars
The bass shakes through your bones and stops your heart
Which is taken by the lyrics, shocked back into beating the drums
Close your eyes and watch the light show
As you step into my meditation
Afraid of the Dark REVISED by Pyrus-Nightwrite, literature
Literature
Afraid of the Dark REVISED
Afraid of the Dark
too many people are afraid of the Dark.
they skittishly bolt away from the Shadows and rush to the sanctuary within their Sun.
they attack with flashlights, candles and lanterns
to shun, beat back, and defeat the Darkness
they cringe and squeeze their eyes closed
and pull the covers over their head like children
to escape the Dark
they only come out in the Daylight
tasting panic whenever they're caught without it, in the cold Dark.
but me? i'm afraid of the Light.
the blinding Shine, so full of Brilliant assaults of Color and Bright, noxious Daytimes.
i've spent too much time in the Dark, my eyes burn in the ove