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 May 2016 Shiny Star
A
What does it mean to lose?

What does it mean to be stripped down to your core and stand, yielding, for the entire world to judge?

I sit alone, among snowy abundance and beauty so severe, that the very thought of countering it is laughable. The sky is poised with such excellence, whilst all around me, the birds display their intentions through a chorus of chirps and chatters, and yet, somehow – all is still. I ponder the idea of loss.

And wonder if, in this noble cycle, anything is really lost at all...
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Write with intensity
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from a mountain's peak
your words
would be mistaken
for
stars
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 May 2016 Shiny Star
Aeerdna
We are but two roses in the same vase
sharing the same water
same light,
but our leaves never again touching.
You've grown colder
we've grown apart
separated yet together dying.

Tell me, why do we, roses, die so easily?

Our scents fading,
but our thorns getting sharper
in a world where all the flowers bloom
we are the ones to be wilting.

Tell me, why does the moonlight darken our colours?

I know
I will love you with all my thorns
and with my fading shades
until the last petal will fall
until the sun upon me
will stop shining.

*Tell me, why is there blood on your thorns
and why is my heart leaking?
Together we stand
divided we fall.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFjmvfRvjTc
 May 2016 Shiny Star
Aeerdna
for you
 May 2016 Shiny Star
Aeerdna
I know it's hard to touch the clouds
when memories
hold you down
I know you cry a lot inside
when no one is
around
I know it is hard to wake up
sometimes
when breathing cuts so deep.

and the birds, they sing
but
you cannot hear
and the sun, it shines
but
you cannot see
and there's a lot of warmth around
but
you cannot feel.

I know it feels so hard
to live
with so many scars

but

light will shine and you will
see
and birds will sing and
you will hear

It's just a dark path
you have to walk
and I will be there
to walk along
don't hold your breath
don't give up yet
just
keep your hope
and you'll find one day
that you can fly again
for you deserve
the highest clouds
the purest air
the deepest love.

and I'll be here for you,
you, dear soul,
the sweetest lyric
of them all.
for lyric, <3

https://soundcloud.com/aeerdnaloony/for-you
 May 2016 Shiny Star
Aeerdna
You feel that you're falling, but
that's just your body rising to the skies.
See the sun shining upon the green fields
let the rain tickle you and
smile with your soul.

I know it hurts,
it does, of course,
after all
there's a war in your soul,
but, I tell you,
it's only your demons falling
the good in yourself is the one with the glory.

It's confusing, your legs are still weak
but slowly you'll forget about crawling
and start walking instead.

It takes time, you know
after living in the dark
it's hard to get used to the light
but you'll see
your eyes will stop hurting
and with the moon they'll shine
in the highest skies.

I know it's scary
and you only want to hide
you feel you're fading
but trust me when I tell you:
*You are not dying,
you're coming back to life.
wrote this to myself in one of my good moments
 May 2016 Shiny Star
Just Melz
You are the
        window
              to my pain
  Cloudy with
            no chance of clarity
      I can see
               how far
away you are
                    Out of focus,
           still hurting me
                      *so easily
Not everything that breaks is unusable, like my heart for example.
 May 2016 Shiny Star
Tree
Feel it
 May 2016 Shiny Star
Tree
Remember soft suns melting onto the soft blades of grass as you lay there parallel with the perfect view
Think of the feeling of hands pressing on you, into your hands and onto your back when the only sense that wants to work is your sense of touch
Imagine the fall, filled with death as irony creeps in making everything seem alive.

Remember your words, how poetic and how destructive to your sanity, as rays of light cascade down drawing a nervous world into peace
Think of the promises you made and keep them. Never let them grow big enough to swallow someone whole
Imagine the life you want and become your own hero. Find your ****** in someone else's words, their actions; the way they'll scoop you up when you're feeling low, the way they'll lay you down in your bed in nothing but silence after days of barely speaking just to be in your presence. The way they'll bend down to clean a spill off your favorite shoes just to try to make an effort.

Remember your innocence, remember where you came from. Try to hold onto it. When it leaves it flees but the memories can give you peace. There is beauty in two bodies, every thing but innocent, coming together and only in acts of purity.
Think about the chaos in someone else's mind. Understand it, study it. If someone who's soul you can see through their eyes, a person you only want to draw closer to, can snap in an instant's moment, can turn into the person you'd never want to tie yourself to, understand it. Get under it. Get into it
Imagine two minds wrapped around the other so tightly, imagine the damage that would follow. The turmoil, the remnants, the wreckage; the worth.

Remember those memories from your parents' downfall and think to see if that turmoil would be worth it in your own life. Be kind, don't always do as you're told. Imagine if you could be your own hero. Imagine letting yourself go and giving someone else the power to make you vulnerable.
We're here for each other.
What hurts me most
Is not knowing
Your heart has no desire for me.
What hurts me most
Is not the knowledge
That I will never have you.
What hurts me most
Is knowing
That the one who has you
Will never truly love you
Just for who you are.
Oh I know she will love your beautiful parts.
She will laugh at your jokes,
She will live for your body,
She will smile at your crazy, carefree antics.
But she will never love your ugly parts.
The parts you hide away from her.
The parts of you I know.
What hurts me most
Is knowing
That she will grow irritated
By your bizarre, obsessive habits.
What hurts me most
Is the knowledge
That she will learn to hate
Your shaking, angry lip.
What hurts me most
Is knowing
That there will be nights
When you fall asleep
With the person beside you
Never telling you
That she loves
Every dark part,
Every lovely part,
Every strange part,
Every joyous part,
Every monstrous part,
Every part of you that makes up you.
Every part of you
That I love
(And I love,
And I love,
And I love)
Behind my silence
And pleasant facade.
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