The Secrets of Broken FractionsOne day we'll share secretsThe Secrets of Broken Fractions by Synaesthetic1
One day, the broken fractions we collect we'll share
And be filled with wonder at what they could become, and be a little bitter as it does not come
One day, those fractions will make sense
And the incomplete will be complete.
What I would give for that fleshy fraction of myself to "return".
Teach Me The Dark ThingsTeach me the dark thingsTeach Me The Dark Things by Synaesthetic1
the things that make me hungry
the things done in the light
the curves and the softness
the hard edges
the shining pieces
the things that make me sad
the things I hide
the things I am afraid of
My heart crows in the darkness
I am alone only for the sake of the disjointed half-
mirrored windows that keep
if they are there
if it isn't just broken
and tinted reflections
If you are there,
on the other side of that mirror,
someone, anyone, you in particular
My little game of regicideMy little game of regicide-My little game of regicide by Synaesthetic1
You'll never know how it goes.
You'll never know the scale.
I hope to one day remember everything I have sought out,
so that I can use it for the endgame, oh glorious Finale!
In such a Game as this I cannot even know the outcome.
Moves too subtle and insane- don't even dare to figure it out.
Unless you feel game to it. In that case...
Feel free to join me.
She's a WriterShe sits at her deskShe's a Writer by kiwiootori
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.