Tower

The voices they call me
Luring me into endless sleep
As I stand upon the tower
Where I spend many an hour
Surrounded by the winter torrents
That cuts so sharply into my skin
As I bleed, my blood of ripe-cherries
A storm is brewing
For my demons are unleashing
Their rage upon my sanity
As I stand upon the tower
Getting weaker by the hour
Surrounded by the Autumn wind
That threatens to blow me away
Into the black abyss
That opens up around me
Only the tower left
An island of my sanity
As I stand upon the tower.

Warning

I am a fangirl, simple as that.

I'm Seen As

I’m Seen As

I’m seen as an eagle, majestic and proud

But I am a wolf, silent and smart

They say I’m solid, unmoving and mean

But really I’m gas, translucid and unseen

The police think I’m burden, heavy and wrong

But I know I’m justice, resistant and strong

My friends think I’m orange, outgoing and loud

But I know I’m burgundy, deep and unexplored

People think I’m Saturn, big and well known

But I’m more like Pluto, small and scorned

I’m seen as a child, unknowing and wrong

But I know I’m a warrior, because I’m still standing strong.

Poor Little Alice

Poor little Alice
Fell down the rabbit hole
She bumped her head 
And bruised her soul,
And when she awoke
In the the garden of singing flowers
Alice began to grow.
And poor little Alice 
Wasn't so little anymore

To: Future Me

TO: FUTURE SELF     By: Jiya and Amaya

Dear future me,

I want to give you a box

   A box filled with hope

   The hope you left behind

   To share with others

I want to show you the monster

    That hid under my bed

    While I hid under my covers in fright

    Now I wonder, did he ever want a friend

I want to give you a pair of wings

    Beautiful angel wings

    Wings that will fly you out of hell

    And into the heavens above

I want to hand you my dad’s guitar

    That he played on every night

    Strumming the melody

    That made my mother cry

I want to pass you the locket

    That mom wears near her heart

    So that even when she’s gone

    We will never be apart

I want to hand you a sunset

    Off the golden coast

    Sinking into the waves

    Disappearing to give way to the moon

I want to sing you the moonlight

   Of the middle of the night

   A calming melody

   Resounding with soft meaning

I want to take you on my childhood daydreams

    Of faraway planets

    That I dreamed to adventure

    Only my shadow for company

I want to give you a key,

    The key to unlock yourself

    Free yourself from the chains

    That hold you in place

The last thing I’ll send you  

    Is the laughter of my little sister

    Heart light and free of sin

    And that is the last thing I’ll send you

Maybe, just maybe

I won’t send you these things.

            But I’ll send you this letter

                             So you know that  

                               Nobody can give you these things

                                                 For yours they already are

Sincerely,

 ME

http://jiyaabstractmind.blogspot.com/

Dear Dreamer

A single dream is worth more than a 
thousand reality

Serenade

Serenade me with the music
of angels from up above
Serenade me with lingering touches
from the wind that blows around me
Serenade me with whispers
that float from the oceans lips
and watch me float away 
upon the breast of Aphrodite
warm and protected
as she flies to the North Star.

Unfeeling Warriors

Late at night
You hear the cries
Of the warriors
Struck down, blow by blow
The enemy power rising
To defeat the hope we hold so precious
Through the fog they march
Connected by fear

Soon they will unleash upon us
A suffering that fills our hearts
With the pain of a thousand deaths
They break through the walls
we thought so strong
Bringing ruin upon this city
Creating a wasteland
Their souls corrupt
Their hearts made of sin
Hidden behind their evil grins

Jaron

Words to Live by

Dr.Suess is a genius

The False Prince

Harry Potter is bae

Wonderland

WONDERLAND

In this Wonderland,
this twisted Wonderland
where grinning faces
and shinning places are all that you see,
where singing flowers
and giant towers
seem to rule the scene,
where queens have power
and all others cower.
In this rotting Wonderland