A PEN for TWO

I'm lying here, in my bed, Just wondering how it works in your head. How you manage to sleep in your bed, Right after you made her blood shed. Wondering how wrong it was To have given you the benefit of the doubt; To have trusted you when others wanted you out; To have given you a chance where others saw none. I'm wondering what your excuse is, Wondering what pushed you to do it, Wondering how even with her pleas you went ahead; Wondering how even with her cries, you left her for dead. "Please, don't do this", I hear her voice. Each time I close my eyes, I see her face. I see her face and I hear her voice, and my heart bleeds; And I wasn't even there to witness the deed. How then, how do you sleep? Knowing that you cut someone so deep, Knowing that you shattered someone's spirit, And did it like there was no limit. Like there was no limit to the amount of her tears, Or there was no limit to pleadings you heard. Like there was no limit to the pain she could...

You don't know, but I recognised your voice. You saw my innocence as an added plus. As I lay on the floor, curled up and fetal, I can still feel the strokes so painful and lethal. You hit me when I laid still and wouldn't move, But why should I when it wasn't exactly a time to groove. My soul watched on as my body was tainted; My sister uttered every imaginable curse word as I waited. For the tears that wouldn't come even at my summon, I guess my heart was too frozen to be thawed, not even by a sermon. Your mask couldn't hide the endless emptiness and anger, At a world so fucked up, but why make me your cougar? As I bask in the darkness that comforts my sanity, I retreat amidst the chaos to find clarity. ©Krystalz.

  TO ALL HEROES The winds of time blow And ages come and go; Memories are left behind, Forever etched on the mind. Memories made day by day Form legends that gently fade away; Fading into myths and stories Of grand battles, heroes and glories. Stories that move and stir us up, Imaginations flowing non-stop. Scenes that exist just in our heads, Tossing us about on our beds. Scenes of lives saved and salvaged, With the savior broken and damaged. Scenes real and totally true, That strengthen and build hopes anew! Today we stand to pay our tributes To men with outstanding attributes; Women who against all odds, fight To end pain and make dark hearts bright! Nurses present when Flash comes late, Doctors who save lives from Death's gate; Men who risk skin to quench fires, Wigged ones who prove they're not liars. Those stern-faced ones in uniforms, Who really keep peace through gun-storms; To those on thrones that mean and do well; Those who are honest in the things they sell. We hear...

  DUMPED ON THE SHELF Here I am, pining away, Hopelessly waiting maybe you'd look my way. Though I know you'd never be mine, I still wish you'd come relieve me of this pain. Even when you realised I care, Not a glance for me you spare. You're bothered not if I am fine, Yet I can't even complain. I'm burning with so much desire, But I have to conceal this burning fire. Yes I've read and understood the signs, Still I want you so much, I can't explain. Freely, to you I gave myself, But I was not even held, just dumped on the shelf. Maybe I've been a fool all the while, Would have been better if I was slain. These feelings of mine remain undead, Just curled up in a corner, pained and defeated. I thought these wounds heal with time, But I only got used to this pain. ©Daisy

  Just before I fall today, I see glimpses of yesterday, Of things I could have done, words to say; And when the seams started to fray. Just before I fall at all, I play on repeat the hoots and catcalls, The loud whispers and hooded footfalls; I see it all like I've done before. Just before I fall, in advance; Tell momma that it was my last chance To save something other than a blasted romance; Something that once seemed to me as a farce. Just before I fall-unlike last time- I want my best memories on repeat a thousand times, To bring back feelings so true and sublime; Maybe then I'll feel like I'm worth more than a dime. Just before I fall or leave the dark, I drop the knife and take a step back. I ignore the noises, even the loud and lone bark, And for a minute, I'm not bothered by the clack. Just before I fall, I kneel. I lament my broken state as I cry and keel. I wear my eyes out as I let myself feel, And not be condemned by oaths or a binding deal. Just before I f...

  A deplorable past I had, Inflicted by them. Many cries unheard, Wounds, untended to; Taunts, unpleasant to the ears; Storms after turbulence; Heart, shattered into pieces, With no energy to put them back together. I couldn't put up with it all. An execrable mind I possess, Brought about by them. A murderous one, Filled with vicious thoughts; Sparing no being in questions, Seeking for redress, Longing for revenge. Later to realize we don't repay evil with evil, We overcome evil with good! Payback is not gonna heal my sore heart. Ready to forsake the pain-filled past! Ready to embrace a new life! Reinvigoration I need, Restoration of my lost vigor. A new me is gonna emerge! © Royalpee

“Twenty friends cannot play for twenty years.” A line that has always brought to the eyes, tears. A line as old as life itself, But still as pure as gold in itself. A line that reminds some of damage, A line that becomes the tether to salvage; For over the years, we've become to each other savage, No more do we think of each other, as we have all now come of age. “With great power comes great responsibility,” Yet another line that would forever ring true. Only in our case, age welcomes our responsibility, And before we know, we're stuck in ourselves, forgetting the pacts we made when we were little. And then time would pass, for it waits for no man. And while we're busy figuring life out, and in the process forgetting each other, Only to remember once in a while, how we had one another; Only then might we think to reach out, but then be met with a shocker. That one who we rode bikes with, Now resides in a place we can't reach. That one who we stoned lizards with, Now ha...

And like in romance, we fell in love. Trust, loyalty, support; we do not lack. Sailing together when smooth and rough; Sticking together and having the other's back. Though from different homes, different beliefs, Different likes, different views to life; We never have given one another cause to grieve, Nor made anyone tired of life. Bound by love and acceptance, Sharing ourselves amongst one another; When wrong, quick to repentance, As if born of the same mother. Good friends are hard to come by. They are family not related by blood. So rare and priceless, money couldn't buy; Only a gift given by God. ©Daisy.