The Choice is Yours... by ladyslaughterhouse, literature
Literature
The Choice is Yours...
Two paths traversed in a wood
One was built with treacherous rocks
the other was ashes or soot
I made my choice without fail.
I picked my prison, my jail.
For when I walked on the rocks,
I bled
And as this blood
was quickly shed
I espied another, one on her own
Back at the path, down in the gloam
She was covered in jewels and gems
and on her head, shone a single diadem
In robes of crimson she was draped and wore
I had not seen this woman before...
She chose the path to roam, alone
Not the path that was covered in stone,
But The path that was covered
in in obsidian jet attire
In coal it was bathed- She thought of it no m
Beauty from Ashes by ladyslaughterhouse, literature
Literature
Beauty from Ashes
I've braved my tests: I passed. I've endured my trials and tribulations.
I live my pain, everyday: every moment: every dream is a nightmare.
Is this not enough? Must I walk through fire as proof that I'm good enough?
Worthy enough? That I am all that you seek?
Hand me the torch and tie me to the stake.I will set myself on fire as proof.
I will burn with my dignity: which was stolen from me: yet I regained.
Let me have that as a fools gold, when my ashes cool.
Take what is left behind as pure: in hopes that is what is the real treasure.
In the end
nothing matters.
we all disintegrate
into tiny particles of flesh
pieces of glitter
spewn over lifes' canvas
we become art, in our non-existance
as if living never mattered.
Hang me on your wall
remember me thusly:
I was a ghost, a transparent image
formed into celluloid
for one split moment
just for you.
So keep that photo
to remember me by.
Because when I'm gone...
I'm gone....
and there is no turning nor coming back.
Not even in spirit.
I wouldn't waste my time....
death is a gift
the soul determines
just when
just how
just why
and at that exact moment:
epiphany strikes.
And ascendance occurs.
I w