A PEN for TWO

I used to play with all my friends under the rain that heaven sends. I used to be happy with mum's little food, 'twas delicious, yes! It was good. But along came some men under that rain. That incidence on my soul left a stain. Me and my friends, those men captured, while the village elders were all tortured. I cried so much I lost my voice. Still cry I did, there was no choice. 'Cause I'd never been flogged but that day I was; On my little body, a lot of open sores. We were taken to a palace faraway from our slum. Oh! In my heart I called those men scum Some who tried to escape were hunted and shot! We were slaves, they said, not even bought! Then worse suffering began, first in a dungeon, with some as specimens for the palace surgeon. The rest of us in chains working ourselves to oblivion. And work we did, we had no other option. Hands cracked from work, legs raw from chains. Stomachs always groaning as we scrubbed out stains. Now I have grown, I am no more a kid, as ...

I REFUSED  TO DIE! I grew up, only to realize sleeping is next to death. Everyone with a date, no antidote for death. As the plants wither, so everyone has to die. Speechless, voiceless,  forsaken because they are dead. Only immortals can never be referred to as dead. Like the wave of the ocean, I arose to face my fear; strengthened to cross the bridge, because life may not be fair. Determined to become immortal, never to be forsaken. I can live forever, I don't have to die! I may not be here, but my words should not die! My voice has to be strong and loud, so my words can forever be heard aloud. As mother Maria Woodworth, whose life forever is of worth; I want to live and not die! ©️Arete.

"I have you where I want you; Feeding my demons and ruling my hell next to me!" Those were the words he said one morning during our honeymoon. I'd asked to know what he had said and he had laughed it off, saying it was nothing. I never pestered him about it, I was still recovering from the high of the wild night we had The hours before the night, were sensational Me in the arms of the man I loved, exploring the islands, Making wonderful memories. Nothing could compare to the bliss I felt. I was in his arms, his face buried in my neck, The hotness of his breath fanning my collarbone, His small kisses grazing my face oh so lightly. The sound of his voice, so raw in my ears, Whispering sweet nothings and setting my body on fire. The feel of his deft fingers beneath my clothes, Torturing my senses till I had no choice but to give in. The day had stretched into the night, And the night was filled with passionate love making. Both our moans could be heard over the horizon, Our ...

IN WAR, IN LOVE (01) I write down the voices in my head, For they hurt and weigh me down like lead. I write of the works they have wrought, For I can't get it out of my thought. I write of wars raged and battles fought, Of broken bones, scars and blood clots. I write a thousand words with my ink blushed, Of mighty men with lives and prides crushed. I write of blood and innocence stained By axes and rods that oh so pained. I write from memories and encounters, By virtue of stories told by the Countess. I write of hearts battered and bruised, Of young lovers who dined and cruised. I write of love found even in wars; Of young babes cradled in calloused paws. © Khrystalz

JOY LIKE A RIVER When news arrive on wings of sorrow, When it's clear there's no path to my goal, Whatever forecast they make of tomorrow, From this river I will feed my soul! Though devil wears the face of human, And deep ugly scars make my flesh unwhole, Beside the banks, I will park up my old van And from it's clear waters feed my soul! Though steps of my life be filled with pain, Tears from my eyes spill over a bowl, I will take heart and move again and again, And feed joyful waters to my soul! When my neighbors work against my good, I'll pay no mind, be blind as a mole. For He has promised success and countless food, And waters of joy to feed my soul. When joy like a river flows my way, And all my sorrows, lost in a hole; For you my brother, I will not cease to pray That God's Joy flows steady through your soul. ©T.F.C.

I've been blinded by the sun And burnt by it's scorching heat. I've been hurt by its fierceness, And Mercury pays the most for it. Alas, the moon has captured my heart! Its slow graceful movement caught my eye Right from childhood When it'd cast beautiful shadows In my path. The moon has listened to my deep secrets, It has caressed my body, And bathed my tear-streaked face In soft and subtle shades of light. Call me sinister for loving the darkness; But I can't help being swayed By the Galaxy's dark and starry seduction. © Khrystalz

He knew the moment his eyes met hers, He knew that he never again wanted her out of his sight. He knew that she was going to be the bane of his existence He knew she was going to be his anchor, tethering him to his sanity—or what was left of it. He knew it was too much to ask, He was too damaged to be repaired but too selfish to believe it was impossible. Her eyes gave him reason to believe the world wasn't a monochrome, or maybe it was, but not the kind he knew. He knew black and white but her eyes gave a hint of auburn in such colorless world. He couldn't part with it, he knew that too. God—or the devil had gifted her to him in the form of a damsel in distress. He would have ripped his heart out—not like there was anything left of it though—if he wasn't quick to save her that day. The feel of her skin when he grabbed her away from danger was forever imprinted in his palm. They'd both locked eyes and had become transfixed with bliss, Only, bliss was for angels, not dem...

  Love is known to be the strongest magic in existence. It brightens the heart and refreshes the soul. But, if all we know about love is to embrace and appraise the best thing that ever happen to us after pizza, what about the characters of love known as discipline and truth? You can never express true love, if you always pretend to be clouded by love in other not to speak the truth. You cover up insanity all in the name of love. Your sight will always be blurred, leaving your brothers to wallow in the valley of their mistakes, which may be detrimental to their souls. If a sister deserves a slap in place of an embrace to reset her brain and to reconfigure her mind, so as to save her life from destruction of foolishness. Don't hesitate to show her love in that manner. Love is not just about sweet words, neither is it all about romance. It is love to rebuke, chasten, or even to disagree to save a fellow from destruction. Pampering when you need to chasten for a change, can be equall...

It started with a seed,  Lacking no need, Germinated, fortunate not to dry. The shoot sprouts upwards, aiming for the sky. Then came, and stood beside it, the Mantis, Same color and looks as it is. Oblivious to his malicious intent, The plant sighed in content, "What fun it is to be alive,  Basking under the sun with no strive." The Mantis attacked the plant, Chewed it up and wiped his mouth. Oh! What a poor defenseless plant! The Lizard saw it all, Looking from a crack in the wall. He got furious and went down, Seeking revenge for the poor soul down. Mantis hid amongst the plants afraid, But got no cover where he laid. You don't get protected, By those you destroyed and left dejected. "Karma is always in the corner, waiting when you slip" Lizard also fed on the Mantis, no chance at a peaceful sleep. Two wrongs do not make a right. We care not but continue the fight. And so on and on it goes. Plants, mantis, lizards, snakes, birds, man...even those not foes. Yea...

LOOK BEYOND THAT Before you rain those curses on her, try to look beyond her words and actions.  Not all saucy and rude ladies out there have forgotten their manners. Neither is it all fun to be high on drugs and portrait a mannerless being.  Some are like that due to  some round holes having a square peg in their lives. Resulting to ugly hardware function, that has its root from the software settings that has been disturbed. Sometimes, there is always something they are trying to hide. Something they are trying to cover with that act and expressions of false confidence, false self defense, fake self worth. Few minutes into any discussion or argument, they spit their anger on your face, before you can ever question their worth, standard or even where they come from.  That is disgusting, but that was the only way they thought their depression, low self-esteem, brokenness, fear, hopelessness and the likes can be covered. After being a victim of a dysfunctional home or...

S ometimes life gets so dark, And living is so filled with pain. Some give up and run to death, 'Cause in living, they see no gain. Sorrow abounds while it's night, And the night can drive you insane. Man buries himself in bottles And takes drugs to dull his brain! Some wallow in regret and debt, Eyes covered by the past's dark stain. Others cry rivers and soak pillows But their tears are hidden by the rain! But there is a factor resonating, That factor keeps us sane! The thing called Hope makes us Believe it'll be bright again! We look to the future and we see That our efforts were not in vain. So we toil with the hope in our hearts That it'll be bright again! It's not a promise, it's a hope. And it's a hope that we'll sustain! We glare at the dark that surrounds us Knowing that it'll be bright again! ©T.F.C.

I raced all the way! I reached the egg first,  And left behind the rest. Though not "alive" yet,  I'm ready for the quest. I raced all the way! Childhood came and passed. I grew up well and fast! I did so well in class, And never carried last. I raced all the way! Teenage years were different,  Neither was adulthood lenient. From blending in and the emotional strife, To striving to be different. No one said it would be easy. It can get pretty greasy,  And so, feel slippery. It can become hazy, Just don't get driven crazy. Along the way you stumble. You either hold fast or tumble. What matters is whether you crumble, Or stay strong and not fumble. This journey has many obstacles. Remain cool like Popsicles, Learn the right way to spread your tentacles, And you'd enter the good chronicles. Whether you walk, fly, jump or hop, Or you run at full gallop, And got lucky, not hit by any wallop, Never forget the aim -reaching the top. Searching for light at the end of the ...

This is me calling love From a thousand miles away. This is me faking smiles, Signing autographs And making symphonies. This is me taking center stage, Singing the lyrics to a song That only my heart knows. This is me being selfish, Keeping my enemies closer So that friends won't hurt me. This is me seeking love In the most unexpected places Hoping it'd find me. This is me finding love In the lyrics of another's soul And a heart that beats my rhythm. This is me being selfish again Knowing it'd hurt, Still I'll love away, anyway. © Khrystalz

For the fear of missing out, We go working ourselves out, Trying so hard to make a perfect impression, While slipping slowly into depression. We get worked up on stressages, Emotional pain and stress-causing messages. We become so lazy and restless, Doing such things considered as senseless. Always battling with a sense of loss, Feeling others are so much better than us. We all have one fear or the other, a phobia. It only becomes crazy when you develop Nomophobia. Just for a Facebook like, Just to get a Twitter favorite, We go on a fantasy hike, Potraying ourselves as living Life Lite. This addiction is a mental disorder, Making us live against life's law and order, Evoking anxiety, and from the real life, we're disconnected. The influence so strong, we need to get treated! If we channel the same efforts we put on the Internet into real life, who knows? Maybe we'd find ourselves a whole lot better off. ~Daisy.

Away from people, away from the noise. Away from buildings, away from it all. The best place you could ever be is with nature. The lush green, the beautiful sight, The silence, the serenity, The fresh scent of earth, the welcoming coolness among the trees. The happy songs of birds, the soothing sound of flowing rivers. The gentle rustling of leaves, the mild caress of breeze. It is the only thing we have in common. Let's not be selfish, let's not be cruel. For the sake of tomorrow, let's keep a natural home.   ~ Daisy.

I feel the lushness beneath my back and palms, The fresh smell of greens has my eyes opening and staring into the night sky. I rise to my feet, the cool air of the night aiding my weary body, I should fall back to the ground and return to my dream but the comfort I feel between my toes as the grasses graze and massage my bare feet makes me hunger to take more steps. It's a dark cold night, I can't even see the greens that I'm feeling but I know they are there, the sweet flowery scent that feel my nostrils and give strength to my lungs like an elixir are enough proof. It's just me in what seems like a vast space, it looks nothing like I know, nothing like I remember, but I love it here and would rather not return to the world I know. I love the tranquility, the peace—with only beautiful songs of birds to punctuate or better yet, accentuate it. I love being able to see diamonds in the sky, being able to see the moon smiling at me, I love being able to compreh...

Dear Mother Nature, Thank you for your blessings That you have rained on us mortals And lowly people Though much are our shortcomings. Thank you for the hummingbirds Sparrows, falcons and nightingales. For the archangel Phoenix With her powerful wings. Thank you for the greens And the nourishment they offer. For the trees, shrubs and flowers, And for the beauty and love they signify. Thank you for the glistening waters That run through the never ending oceans. For the streams and rivers, And for the multitude of lives they house. Thank you for the endless skies, For radiant blues, diamond whites and various hues. For the galaxy's endurance, moon's glory And the ever-shining sun. Thank you for beautiful days And more enchanting nights. For sunshine and rainfall That still promise new beginnings. ~Khrystalz

Who are you? Honestly no matter who you are the world won't stop and wait for you to cry out your dilemma and worries. We all have different things on our minds. Different issues we face, cause we are human. People try to encourage you to be the best of who you are. Be the person your are meant to be. The world is yours claim it. But do you really know who you are? I present to you this haven where writers express themselves through their words. Inner emotions conveyed through literature . Sharing with you how they view the world, how to find ourselves.  We all have different ways to have our voices heard. This is our way of expressing ourselves.  This place is for you to see the world from different angles and hopefully find your own view of the world and you can find the inner you.