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Faith Hope Grace Love

I met you again.
You walked beside me(:
I was dazed just looking at you.
And you disappeared.
As mysteriously as how you had appeared beside me.
You've grown much taller.
And a whole lot more handsome.
You take my breath away.

You've led me into a web of hopes and dreams.
And there's no more bread crumbs left.
I'm clinging on to you.
If this is reality.

I've fallen for you.
Once more.
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There was a house.
Well to do. Rich.
Known on the surface to be a house full of love. A house filled with happiness.

There was a dog. A stray dog.
Lonely. Depressed. A failure.
A dog wanting love. A dog wanting affection.
But yet, gets none.
It doesn’t deserve any.

It was a stray dog. One which was not inane.
Unlike the poodle.
The poodle sat on the cushion.
Comfortably. Flawlessly.
It lapped milk with its tongue.
Gracefully.
A symbol of status.
The perfect depiction of love.
One which looked down upon the stray dog. With its conceited eyes.
Stabbing.
Yet, it looked at people with its big, adorable, pitiful eyes.
Who will pity me?

Though dim, indeed, it knew how to please the masters.
The masters poured their wealth into the mindless poodle to groom it. Showered their love onto it. To make it contented. Satisfied the wonderful poodle’s every demand.
Oh, what a little angel.

No matter how much the stray dog tried to please the masters, it was a burden on their backs.
A huge heavy load.
With such heaviness it needed to be dragged around.

They gave the leftovers to it. It only got the scraps of food the poodle had rejected.
Hungrily, it gnawed the crumbs.
The masters looked at the stray dog with revulsion.

Even so, they still loathed the stray dog.
The masters would rather squnader their money on the adorable poodle.
It was a waste of time. A waste of money.
The stray dog was valueless. Worthless.
Unlike the pretty poodle.
Attracting the master’s eyes. Attracting all their attention.
The poodle was priceless. No amount of money was worth it.
It was their pride. Their wealth. Their world.

The masters got slapped by their bosses. In turn, they came home with a stick.
A weapon built upon fury, antagonism and hatred.
Lashing the poor stray dog.
Venting their anger.
If only I could die.

The poodle sat on its cushion.
Smiling smugly.
The masters tenderly stroked its precious fur. With delicate fingers.
With much hatred, they indignantly kicked the beaten stray dog.
“Get out! I don’t want to see you! You son of a bitch!”
Tears began to drip.
Not wanting to incur the wrath of the masters, it scampered out of the house.
Disgracefully. Tearfully. Dejectedly.
Pathetic.

Outside, on the grass, sat the stray dog. This area had not once been trod on by the desirable poodle. Not once.
It was deemed much too filthy.
The stray dog watched with misery and abhorrence at the poodle and the masters.
The masters loved the poodle. It was their sole concern in life.
While treated the stray dog as shit.
Shit.

The stray dog was starving. It observed the poodle eating its tinned food.
Envy filled the stray dog’s heart.
The masters would not feed the stray dog after such a dreadful day.
There was no doubt about it.

Hunger.
One word. Six letters.
A word which constantly appeared on the stray dog’s mind.
Hungry for food. Hungry for love. Hungering for the desire to be like the poodle. Hungering so much to be like the beautiful dogs walking on the pavement.
With heads held up high.
The stray dog looked at itself.
Painfully, it hung its head with shame.
It could never be one of them.

The stray dog would be satisfied to even get a quarter of the love the poodle received.
The masters always promised love.
Love. What it has hungered ever more.
But they never delivered it.
Not now. Not ever.

The stray dog was abandoned.
It walked around cautiously.
Senselessly. Lost.
Afraid the uncertainty of the night would consume it.
A feeling of forlornness crept inside.
Was there even an inside?

It wandered about in the darkness.
Step by step. Paw by paw.
Laughter was ringing in its ears. Stares were crawling on its skin.
A dead silence.
The quietness looked with perplexity at the stray dog.
Nothing but the silence could be heard.
Piercing.
The stray dog cowered into a corner.
With fear. With no place to hide. With no where to run to.

There were a few kind souls who took pity on the stray dog.
Giving it what it has hungered for so long.
Meat. Bones.
But never the love of the masters.
Sympathy wept in the hearts of the strangers.
But not love. Never love.
Love was all it had ever wanted.

I am a dog. Nothing but a dog. A stray dog.
A dog waiting for love.
Waiting to fulfill its hopeless and impossible dream.
Waiting to get beaten.
Waiting for this cruel life to end.
Waiting.
© {Pandora's Box}
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Teardrops dissolving
Willingly with the rain.
All those moments I remembered
As I walked down my memory lane.

I tried to recall your last smile,
Searching but in vain.
As your soothing voice echoed in my ears,
Resistance was difficult to sustain.

The ethereal beauty that you possessed;
The fatal attraction that drove me insane.
You had seduced my mind,
But I can’t complain.

In my heart you built your territory;
Trespasses would be slain.
You tore my thoughts into pieces;
In my mind you reigned.

Struggling to break free from this deception;
In your prison I was detained.
You blocked the light which I failed to see;
All the color from my life you had drained.

Trying to find an exit in this maze;
In your soul I was contained.
I feel naked when I’m with you,
Cloaked myself with lies and shame.

Your twisted words that I believed;
The lies which you can’t retain.
The truth which lay beneath it all
In your tongue it should have remained.

How inviting the poison was
As it penetrated my brain.
The illusions I hallucinated;
There’s no one I could blame.

Looking at the reflection on the mirror,
The face that masked what I had became.
The world shunned and ignored me;
I don’t have a name.

The sanity I once had
Disowned me, but it’s all the same.
The innocence which bound me,
I know it will never be regained.

Behold, the Darkness
I proclaimed.
Come, devour me
I’m unclaimed

Drown me in vampire’s blood;
Burn me into flames.
Stay in love with my sorrow;
Melt into my pain.

Words that were unspoken,
Should never be explained.
The cruel life I held then
Was seized when the Grim Reaper came.

Death staring back in the face;
I beg you, please stop your little game.
© {Pandora's Box}
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Sweet dreams to a night
So long ago, memories faded
Into a blissful abyss,
Jaded moments full
Of momentary peace,

Alone in the darkness…

I hide beneath the stars,
Bequeathing my scars.
To a faint silhouette
Lamenting through the night,
I hoped, I prayed for freedom,

Liberation from desire…

To hold you in my arms,
Hearing your voice
Fading into time,
Along the barricades
Of a dream long foregone,
The epitome of my soul.

A threshold of my time.
© something44
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Do you see me watching from afar?
Gazing at you steadily
As I see through your silhouette.
Flashing, before my very eyes.
Thinking.

Hoping that someday
I can make you see,
Make you feel
The love. The passion.
Burning furiously beneath the chambers
Of a yearning heart.
Hidden within the coldness
Of a dark, still façade.

Thinking, perpetually
As I stare at you,
Slowly watching your silhouette
Fade into the night.
Wishing for a chance
To let this feeling
Pass me by.
© something44
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Bewildering memories lurking beneath
The shadows of a hollow tombstone
Where people are laid beneath the ground
Of an uncoiled soil,
Surfacing the boundaries of providence.

As the requiem continues to be sung,
Beneath the setting sun,
Where mournful melodies
Are being sang to recall the days,
Reliving precious moments in dire time.

Singing cries for the dead
Along a melancholy choir,
Of this jaded requiem.
© something44
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