07-03-2013, 02:38 AM
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I seek adventure. I wonder into the valley.
The path is bright, but as I walk on,
Two steps there, one step back. Slow with caution.
It gets darker.
Gloomier.
More glorious.
Where am I?
Lost.
Unhinged.
Broken.
Farther, my feet carry me to a place familiar only to few.
The ones who seek it, when they seek home.
It is, in an odd sense. Home.
It’s beautiful, and that’s what pulls me in.
Two steps forward, one step back.
It’s a slow process, but when I arrive; I crash and burn.
I am home now, I see everyone here.
They are home too; it’s where we fit best.
We, the monsters of the valley. And in the woods,
The monsters of our past.
Together, we sink to our knees.
Some of us are scared; those are the ones who survive.
Some are not, they are ready.
We breathe, in and out.
Quietly.
Dangerously.
We live for ourselves, so there is no point of living.
We live for the valley; we live for what brought us here.
It’s different for all of us.
Us, Monsters.
The monsters of society are only accepted in the valley,
And Institutions.
We need help.
We are broken, but we can’t be fixed.
The ones that are ready start to stir.
They no longer have light in their eyes.
Nor love in their monster hearts.
They see nothing but the forest.
The valley is no longer enough for them, they crave the forest.
The middle aged man stands up.
He is brave.
His clothes are one of a king.
The poorer monsters look at him, curiously.
Skeptically.
Furiously.
But they understand,
We are all the same.
Us, Monsters.
He does not cry.
He is blind.
He walks towards the forest.
He doesn’t come back.
He won’t.
He is gone.
We clap for him, he is brave.
My knees stay on the grass.
They will not stand up.
They have a mind of their own.
They would like to walk another day.
A young girl stands up.
Her bruises shine through her white lace dress.
She is singing.
No one moves, as she swiftly, fearfully,
Runs into the forest, as if that’s all she can do.
Hide.
My heart breaks for this girl.
I am surprised my heart can still break.
Her bruises are mine.
Her story is mine.
But I am still here, and she is not.
I wonder if this will be it for the day.
The monsters rise, they are not ready.
We do not mingle here, we come here for quiet.
We stand, staring at the forest.
I see the stream and remember why I am here.
I kneel to the currents, and embrace the waves.
The water gives me strength.
The water is a part of me.
I cry, the tears join the stream.
The stream turns dark red.
It reminds us monsters of our past.
I scream.
I need to go to the path.
There is the boy I love, taunting me from the path.
He is a liar.
He was pretending to be a monster of the valley.
But, he can feel.
He can feel.
He is lucky.
He is taunting me from the path.
He knows of my darkness, he knows all my secrets.
He thinks I am crazy.
But, I’m a monster.
A girl walks up to him, she is my best friend.
They embrace.
I walk further into the valley,
Closer to the woods.
The monsters kneel.
I am almost there.
I see them together.
I turn my head.
I see the woman that caused me so much pain.
The reason I was half purple.
The reason I can’t feel.
But she can feel, she can feel hatred and passion.
I cannot.
I am a broken, broken monster.
I am alone.
I AM EDGING TO THE FOREST.
The boy I love stands, He is confused.
The girl is gone.
He says he’ll give me another chance.
I don’t want it, I don’t want to return to the valley.
But he sees the woman and feels bad for me,
At least he can feel.
But he can’t help me, he can only hurt me.
I am standing by the forest.
The monsters are silent.
Why aren’t they pulling me back?
WE are all the same.
Us, Monsters.
They understand.
I am strong to them.
I look into the forest.
But, I am blind.
I look back to the path to see the boy I love crying.
I want to comfort him.
But I can’t.
I look to the stream. I am running towards the stream.
It is water, it gives me strength.
I see the woman, she lunges toward me trying to pull
Me towards the forest.
I am stronger than her.
The water is giving me strength to walk away from her again.
I run toward the path.
But the monsters are calling me back.
One step forward, two steps back.
I am trapped.
The boy helps me.
He pulls me out.
But when I leave the valley, I leave my home.
The boy leaves me.
I have no one.
As I take a deep breath, I wake up from this nightmare.
I think:
We live for ourselves, so there is no point of living.
Maybe, One day I will have the strength to return.
I seek adventure. I wonder into the valley.
The path is bright, but as I walk on,
Two steps there, one step back. Slow with caution.
It gets darker.
Gloomier.
More glorious.
Where am I?
Lost.
Unhinged.
Broken.
Farther, my feet carry me to a place familiar only to few.
The ones who seek it, when they seek home.
It is, in an odd sense. Home.
It’s beautiful, and that’s what pulls me in.
Two steps forward, one step back.
It’s a slow process, but when I arrive; I crash and burn.
I am home now, I see everyone here.
They are home too; it’s where we fit best.
We, the monsters of the valley. And in the woods,
The monsters of our past.
Together, we sink to our knees.
Some of us are scared; those are the ones who survive.
Some are not, they are ready.
We breathe, in and out.
Quietly.
Dangerously.
We live for ourselves, so there is no point of living.
We live for the valley; we live for what brought us here.
It’s different for all of us.
Us, Monsters.
The monsters of society are only accepted in the valley,
And Institutions.
We need help.
We are broken, but we can’t be fixed.
The ones that are ready start to stir.
They no longer have light in their eyes.
Nor love in their monster hearts.
They see nothing but the forest.
The valley is no longer enough for them, they crave the forest.
The middle aged man stands up.
He is brave.
His clothes are one of a king.
The poorer monsters look at him, curiously.
Skeptically.
Furiously.
But they understand,
We are all the same.
Us, Monsters.
He does not cry.
He is blind.
He walks towards the forest.
He doesn’t come back.
He won’t.
He is gone.
We clap for him, he is brave.
My knees stay on the grass.
They will not stand up.
They have a mind of their own.
They would like to walk another day.
A young girl stands up.
Her bruises shine through her white lace dress.
She is singing.
No one moves, as she swiftly, fearfully,
Runs into the forest, as if that’s all she can do.
Hide.
My heart breaks for this girl.
I am surprised my heart can still break.
Her bruises are mine.
Her story is mine.
But I am still here, and she is not.
I wonder if this will be it for the day.
The monsters rise, they are not ready.
We do not mingle here, we come here for quiet.
We stand, staring at the forest.
I see the stream and remember why I am here.
I kneel to the currents, and embrace the waves.
The water gives me strength.
The water is a part of me.
I cry, the tears join the stream.
The stream turns dark red.
It reminds us monsters of our past.
I scream.
I need to go to the path.
There is the boy I love, taunting me from the path.
He is a liar.
He was pretending to be a monster of the valley.
But, he can feel.
He can feel.
He is lucky.
He is taunting me from the path.
He knows of my darkness, he knows all my secrets.
He thinks I am crazy.
But, I’m a monster.
A girl walks up to him, she is my best friend.
They embrace.
I walk further into the valley,
Closer to the woods.
The monsters kneel.
I am almost there.
I see them together.
I turn my head.
I see the woman that caused me so much pain.
The reason I was half purple.
The reason I can’t feel.
But she can feel, she can feel hatred and passion.
I cannot.
I am a broken, broken monster.
I am alone.
I AM EDGING TO THE FOREST.
The boy I love stands, He is confused.
The girl is gone.
He says he’ll give me another chance.
I don’t want it, I don’t want to return to the valley.
But he sees the woman and feels bad for me,
At least he can feel.
But he can’t help me, he can only hurt me.
I am standing by the forest.
The monsters are silent.
Why aren’t they pulling me back?
WE are all the same.
Us, Monsters.
They understand.
I am strong to them.
I look into the forest.
But, I am blind.
I look back to the path to see the boy I love crying.
I want to comfort him.
But I can’t.
I look to the stream. I am running towards the stream.
It is water, it gives me strength.
I see the woman, she lunges toward me trying to pull
Me towards the forest.
I am stronger than her.
The water is giving me strength to walk away from her again.
I run toward the path.
But the monsters are calling me back.
One step forward, two steps back.
I am trapped.
The boy helps me.
He pulls me out.
But when I leave the valley, I leave my home.
The boy leaves me.
I have no one.
As I take a deep breath, I wake up from this nightmare.
I think:
We live for ourselves, so there is no point of living.
Maybe, One day I will have the strength to return.
