T'is a special kind of pain,
The kind that forms when you are
Surrounded by people
Yet, feel completely alone.
The pain of being surrounded by kindness,
Yet none of it softens your heart,
Clenched like a fist,
Waiting for something to go wrong.
T'is not an ailment that a salve can cure,
No witchcraft nor solidarity can erase this ache I know by name,
An illness called Loneliness.
-Desdemona
At least you, child,
Had the decency to kiss the dagger
With which thou rent my Heart.
I have much time, to think about things now.
I could notice every hungry stare at my Crown,
But not the sheer Trickery played by those Carrions on thee.
Surely, they would have persuaded you their cause was Just,
Using the Honour thou cherishes most
As ammunition against thee.
I blame ye not, Brutus, for how could I?
If even my Angel has turned a blade against me,
There is no point to living, simply to breathe.
– Desdemona
In my Heart there lies a Songbird caged,
Yearning to sing in the breeze.
Yet it is trapped in Human flesh,
Far too heavy with sorrows.
And each day that passes,
It drowns a little more in the blood of Human veins,
Far too poisoned, more than any
Heavenly Choir that inspired it.
– Desdemona
Stop! What are you doing?
Your life is ebbing away,
And here you are, ever idling.
The world is still spinning,
The sultry Swallow's birdsong still sounds,
The flowers still bloom,
And Life moves on.
Your labours shall last forevermore,
Your worries shall never end,
For as you live and breathe,
You shall be troubled yet.
For that is Life, my friend,
Full of beauty and sorrow in equal measure,
And so many feelings strange and new,
While so familiar, and so old.
So take heart! Move on!
Go forth, knowing that
There shall be greater follies than this to come.
The road is tough, the path is long,
But where it leads,
Is your life's call.
– Desdemona
Can I still have this
For just one night more?
I know that you're not right for me,
And I'm not the one that you want.
But I don't want to pack my bags yet,
And remove myself from this place.
This place we built up together,
Where we could just be ourselves.
Just let me ignore the world
For just one night more.
Once the sun's up, I know we'll be strangers,
But tonight, I just want to stay.
– Arsh
Are you a burnt little matchstick?
Struck against scraping sandpaper
Till you shine bright enough to be a star,
But the joy of being enough is robbed by the end, without going far.
Burnt, crippled, broken, and used,
Now showing no more potential nor promise,
You are thrown away by the world,
Tossed in a pile without a thought,
The light you brought, they forgot,
So they have simply left you to rot.
-Maya Desdemona
I suppose there was truth when Calpurnia said:
"The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes."
For as I stare out my window,
Glancing at heaven above and ground below,
I see white lilies mourn the loss of a kind soul from this world,
And the mighty heavens themselves stand in shame at their helplessness.
On this day
A great and kindly spirit was robbed from this Earth,
Far too early, sooner than one would anticipate,
And simply...
That.
That spirit has left this Earth, and left us mortals in its wake
As fleeting as the picture captured
With these gifts called memories.
-Desdemona
Sweet lilium,
Thy ghostly pallor paired with thine emerald stem,
Reaching for golden sunlight to bask thy head,
Symbol of rebirth, and of death.
At the feet of the Madonna thou art placed,
Purity of the soul returned to Heaven’s embrace,
Flush with life, forever in graceful sway,
Sweet lilium, now in decay.
– Maya Desdemona
You didn't have to say a word,
You didn't even have to look.
I knew it when you left,
Knew it in my bones
You were here,
But you had already left.
– Arsh
"Can I go to sleep now?"
My mom said not to,
And dad said do.
But mom is sleeping
In a big, red puddle,
And everything hurts.
But mom won't wake up
To kiss it better,
So I guess I'll go to sleep now.
– Arsh
