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Portal of the MoonThere is nothing but dust and powdered snow below the portal of the moonPortal of the Moon
The few realities that are left Skitter away under the vast concept of time
Out there you were mine
Now I've entered hollow simplicity Raised by silence and complexity
In here I do not exist I am just a shivering shimmering concept
"Concieved" of a concept of a concept of a concept
"I" have "seen the light" in the portal of the moon
Here there is everything - nothing
but understanding
Dare I enlighten you to this phenomena? &n
by ~Goth-a-rina
Take me by the HandTake me by the Hand (for old time's sake)Take me by the Hand
A paper heart, a nameless girl pages - reminiscent Remnants of a past gone by result of no resistance
A testament of who I was and nevermore shall be Channeling the flow of life not floating passively
Filling in the blanks of self with ink from my own veins
I tear away the life of old won't write or speak her name
But under shine of bright blue skies and rays of ultra violence Out of dark and into danger
I make this one defiance... To a promise that was made
by ~Goth-a-rina
InnocenceInnocence: Part IInnocence
She remembers childhood…
She’s in the kitchen, lying on the tiled floor crying. Freshly beaten, Mother leaves her there. Though not before switching off the light switch.
Baby knows Mother can’t bear to see her face in times like these.
Baby stands up to do the dishes though. Wash them like she was told.
Why couldn’t she just do what she was told? How old was she then? 7? 8?
Step-dad, but warmly accepted as Daddy is finally home now. The scene he’s just become a
by ~Goth-a-rina
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