| I had not long turned 16. |
| This poem means a lot to me. When I wrote it, I felt the ache in my heart and the longing in my bones. When I read it these days, I still feel the same. It is simple, but who needs long words to express something so personal and so tormentingly human? I read it softly and quietly. It has greater effect that way. |
| This seems to be quite a popular poem to the stragglers coming across my page. I don't mind, I quite like it as well. |


05.07.11 Depression is a slow death. Death, stepping with calm and certainty, closer and closer to you. You are at the end of the hall, and all of the people you know are on the outside staring in through the dirty windows. They don't see you. How could they, to just let this happen? And yet Death's embracing you, and infecting your soul with loneliness, helplessness, worthlessness. You're almost empty. There's almost nothing left. Except the touch of Death.05.07.11 by ~Aedammair-Feline


Moth- 1.Moth- by ~Aedammair-Feline
I must be a moth
Too easily forgotten
Too bland
Wallpaper
2.
Fragility
I must feel so cold and lifeless
To those intrigued enough to try me
Taste me
So colourless compared to the other bright butterflies
3.
I must be a moth
Tangled hair and fluttering eyes
Grey
Grey
Grey
A soldier in battle attire
4.
I was once a butterfly
I wish to have those wings again
But I can't rewind the clock
5.
Put on the mask of the butterfly
Put on the mask
Put on
Put
Repeat until the end
Repeat


Too Many Words Too many wordsToo Many Words by ~Aedammair-Feline
On the tip of my tongue
A LOVE so passionate
A bold HEART won
FOREVER we will last
Our hearts sing TRUE
ANGEL you are mine
And I BELIEVE in you
Too many words
That hold so much STRENGTH
Too many terms
MEANINGFUL in lengths
FREEDOM, EXPRESSION and the spark of HOPE
BEAUTY, LOYALTY and COURAGE
ETERNITY, PROMISE, KARMA and LIFE
LANGUAGE