Letters from the Edge of Tolerance

When the first light spills across the horizon,
the sky ignites in streaks of rose and gold,
clouds burn with molten edges, trembling awake,
while shadows retreat, whispering their last secrets,
softened by the sweetness of morning air I cannot name.

The sky blushes with wonder,
as night surrenders to the blaze of day.
Shadows stretch long across my skin, reluctant to fade,
clinging like old wounds that refuse to close,
reminding me of all I have endured.

The sun does not ask me to be whole,
it only rises, again and again,
marching onward with the endless drum of time,
reminding me that no matter how much breaks,
the cycle continues, the dawn always returns,
promising that even in ruin,
there can still be warmth.

I watch its climb with weary eyes,
weighed down by the sameness of another day,
feeling the ache of ghosts gnaw at my trust,
while any awe I once held flickers dim,
a child’s wonder soured by the certainty that nothing truly changes.

Upon the rise of the sun,
I remember:
I am broken, yet I breathe.
I am haunted, yet I wonder.
And somewhere in between,
a trace of innocence glimmers,
a sweetness that lingers in the morning air,
softly reminding me that even in shadow,
the day begins with hope.

Painless, a private lie we tell to survive.
I hammered that word into armor, thin and false, a shell that sings when the rain hits it.
Forged from sleepless nights, from the taste of rust in my mouth,
from the way trust bled out in rooms that used to be warm.

Pain lives in me like a tenant who refuses to die,
stiched into skin with needle and steel, signed in the language of scars.
I have watched beasts fall, animal and human,
blood painting the floorboards like proof that mercy is a rumor.
Those sights hollowed me further; they taught my bones to keep quiet.

I walk corridors of my own making, armored in steel I forged to feel nothing,
metal cold against the pulse, clanging in the dark like a warning bell.
Shadows talk back; they know the names of my dead.
Dreams come back tasting of ash, smoke, and the salt of old prayers.

I named it painless steel to pretend I could stop feeling.
I wanted a blade that could cut me free from memory, a shield to press over the raw.
But steel corrodes under grief; it hollows and rings,
and the shape of unbreakable is often the shape of empty.

There are nights I have held the edge close enough to listen,
and the silence answered with a voice that promised oblivion.
I put that voice into lines on the page before the attempt, a map back to the place I nearly left.
This poem is the place I kept a spark, small and stubborn, against the dark.

So I keep walking in this armor that is both prison and proof,
holding the brittle word like a coin to remember I still exist.
If painless steel is a myth, then let it be the story I keep telling to stay upright,
a record that I endured, that I felt, and that even when rusted I did not fall silent.

As the day draws near, I think of what I told her
how she finds light where I bury my shadows.
I wonder what hands have traced my scars,
what small mercies touched the places I hide.
She looks at me and calls my ruin potential;
I, broken and unfinished, am revealed.

I slam my fist into a door, a cruel punctuation,
then lie there asking why she stays,
why she sees a lantern in the hollow of my dark.
Light filters through the very black I carry;
we wander the woods of our mistakes,
searching for a fate not bound to exile.

Light pierces my wounded heart,
caring little for what I’ve already become.
I try to seal myself, a choice, a taking,
and yet light finds what I thought dead.
She sees the light in my darkness; that truth endures.

I am not as dark as I seem, not when she looks.
I see the light in her the way I wish to be seen: honest, raw.
I sped down life’s road, headlights failing, gravel flying,
and she caught me; or let me bleed into her hands.
Because of her I am changed; because of her my shadow learns to bend.

The knife drops to the floor; the darkness, for a moment, contorts.
I try to align with this life, breathe, and keep this small prayer:
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Not shredded by the beasts I used to be,
I fold my grief into the drain and watch it go; she watches me unspool.

Hate is easy; love is harder.
Stories of war, hearses, and hollow streets weigh on my chest,
yet even in wreckage; a car over a cliff, a world screaming;
her light stitches through, stubborn as a seam.
I float toward whatever waits, whispering one message back: keep hoping.

The world tells fables of slaughter and three-headed beasts;
stained glass shatters, a puck arcs cruelly.
Widows learn to endure other people’s wars,
yet she still bends the dark with a hand I do not deserve.
She sees me, she sees the light in my darkness.

So let this be my creed, ragged but true:
I drink whatever holy water I can reach,
not for salvation above but because she says I matter.
Light and dark meet, stumble, and trade bruises,
then once more the light spreads through stubborn black.

She sees the doves rise in thin bright air,
and I weave a single thread of hope to answer the sin of men.
I tan the hide of the beasts that once ruled me,
not to claim dominion but to remember they bled.
Because she sees the light within me
and I, at last, return the flame.

Shadows are not empty;
they’re archives—
inked thumbprints of everything that stayed.

They draft the room’s low treaty:
stand with your back to the wall,
face the nearest exit,
learn the floorboards’ language.

I was pressed into the world like a seal in hot wax,
stamped before I had a name.
I carry the blunt sentence:

I exist without my consent.

Even so, the dark keeps teaching.
How to breathe like a held note.
How to stitch a torn night with quiet thread.
How to let rage pass through like weather
and leave the furniture standing.

Shadows don’t ask why;
they ask what now.
They hand me a pen made of midnight
and a page that is the next minute.

So I sign where I can:
this breath, this step, this stubborn pulse.
If I must be here, then hear me—
I will name the darkness mine
and make of it a doorway.

Madness grips the heart so tight,

A lover's touch in the dead of night.

Pain courses through with every breath,

A dance with shadows, a waltz with death.

In the depths of love's embrace,

Fear's cold fingers trace my face.

Walking on a razor's edge,

Each step a promise, each word a pledge.

Eyes that burn with fevered light,

Haunted dreams that steal the night.

Whispers echo in the mind,

Truth and lies so intertwined.

A heart consumed by love's sweet fire,

Bound by chains of dark desire.

Pain and pleasure, intertwined,

Lost in madness, undefined.

Death's shadow looms, a specter's cheer,

Drawing close, and ever near.

But still, I walk this narrow way,

In love and madness, I will stay.

On this edge, I'll make my stand,

Holding tight to your hand.

In this dance of love and fear,

Madness is the price, my love, my dear.

"I feel ashamed with abandon in my heart and on my face

I suffered the blame

I would show to you this way

But I'm too late

When the sorrow, it breaks them

I will replace them

For you

Dead flowers for the torn apart

Laid at the grave to heal a broken heart

Let it rain until it floods

Let the sun breathe life once more

Reborn

Wish you the same

To walk beside and carry on this flame

To see you again

With a radiance

Of pure and holy name

When the sorrow, it breaks them

I will replace them

For you

Dead flowers for the torn apart

Laid at the grave to heal a broken heart

Let it rain until it floods

Let the sun breathe life once more

Reborn

Dead flowers for the torn apart

Laid at the grave to heal a broken heart

Let it rain until it floods

Let the sun breathe life once more

Reborn

Dead flowers for the torn apart

Dead flowers for the torn apart

Dead flowers for the torn apart

Let it rain until it floods

Let the sun breathe life once more

Reborn

Dead flowers for the torn apart "

Good song, definitely a mood though.

Love comes and love goes, we all may understand it, or we all may wish for it. We all take our blows, we  all sing along. We write many songs to describe it. So why not smile and show this futile world all you love, and the one you love.

The doves fly freely, and gracefully, making you smile seemingly out of control. We all see the beauty of the world when we are love struck thus we play those very songs we right over and over yet again.
I sold my soul to the one I love, the woman of mine dreams yet why doth so many say why not send her a dove, why not send her a rose. Is romance uet dead? Or do we just not show the chivalry we used too?
Sending her my soul says I will always be yours forever and always. Yet this poem says I am in love with a girl I hold dear, though that may not always be the case. For we all face the pains and strife of life.

I do not fear at this moment, fore that I'll lose her to someone other than myself cause I can yet see that glitter in her eyes, that one we all call wonderlust. I talk to her, and we laugh, and smile together this poem is something, I shall write to show love for a person I do yet care about. I pray to the gods that she will never cease to love me as she owns my soul for I gave her the key to mine heart.

We all know that people may change, and one can become bored with another, or they no longer love them the same as the did before. This is the change we all fear, for if you do not you are not but an empty shell, whos hell is the lust we all wish we could have. 

Thus unto you I shall not seeth lest I too become nothing more the a husk of the man I was before.

All along we walk these lonesome roads searching for thee. Thy one to bring the horizon. Upon the dawn we ride into the morrow, with high hopes for a living. We stand alone till the day we feel hallow within. Not tull the do we find the one to bring us the horizon. If we could wouldnt we just find an icon for hire to bring us what is we need?

Thus we all hope that there is nothing wrong with us even though inside we are all hollow. Dont we all hope that this isn,t how its supposed to be? We just dont want to break down, but we are all feeling down. Why is it that we ride to the morrow? Why must be alone?

Can we not see the one ahead beckoning us forward to the shade again? Can we not just run to the horizon? Or must we run some more, even though we never made it five feet from our door. Its always far from being easy, it the only way we will find. Its been a long time since we had a peace of mind. Why do we, why do i live lost within this shattered mind. I am always letting down the ones i love, I have paid the price. This is the only way, i find my soul torn asunder. But  lo bring me to the horizon.

We must rise up and gather as one, if only to be whole once again, for I need the peace of mind brought back to me.

Hi depression how ya been? Why must you leave me? Why do you beat me? Whoa, tone it down, you gonna bust a vein, It's just your fate, this isn't just your face, I'm drawn to you, and you belong to me, I hope you see that now you're stuck with me. The voice inside your head, I am the poison in your veins, I toy with your emotions,I take pleasure in your pain.

No that is not what this is about, lo take me to the horizon, we we all rise up. Take me to the place where my shattered self may be made whole again. Though even in life we are broken apart by lies. What if I told you that I didn't feel good enough and I'm broken? What if I said that I'm losing my faith and been struggling coping? Been stuck for a while when I look at the clock man I feel like it's frozen. Then again time is just flying too quick and I'm losing devotion?Truth is I feel no emotion. Bottle it up and all I feel is rage.

So one by one we all walk, lonesome and grasping onto the stinging metal. Where we sileintly wonder where we are. One by one you gotta sow in ashes, grow and behold. Storm and sun are taking care so one day the blossom unfolds. And thus we are brought before the horizon. 

We wander long days and hard nights, endlessly we love, we marched horizons then a day can that she was beholden. She stood before us a gleam8ng beauty beckoning us forth to the horizon, we took her hand and lo I was made whole. We ran over the mountain and through the hills, unto the sea. We waited the nights in pastionate joy, lo those night were sweet better than mine bitter days. We continued through the days, for what felt to be years.

Yet sheared away we were split and yet again I broke and shattered once again to pieces. "Hi depression, how you been?" It's been a long time, we meet again
I've been good, the fuck you been up to though?Lately you look like you're unstoppable. You must not have checked your messages. I been trying to get to you desperately. It's time you came and repaid your debt to me. I owe you nothing you are not but a piece of me, even broken i can yet see. You dont stand before me. Leave me be, there is no dept to pay, my happiness has no fee.

Why must you torture me? I walk alone shattered in piece though we may only be whole.Lo bring me the horizon, lest i be whole again.

As the day gets older I ponder on what I hath told her, she sees the light within my darkness. I wonder what she hath caressed. Had she seen my poteintial? As I am hororendously altered to what I am yet to be. She sees me for who I truely am, but not fore I slam my fist into this door that blocks mine way. A crippleing blow, shattering what I seek. I should say "I believe" yet I lay here wondering why, why does she sees light in my darkness.

As light filters through this darkness so true. We wander thy dark wood. I doth be wondering how to find our fate within, lest I not hate the one who hath put us through this hell. Wandering, yet pondering why she sees the light filter through a darkness so true.

As Thine light penitrates my dark and wounded heart. Paying no mind to what it has healed, I seal my fate; one which I take forcefully; thus it too claims me, as a true darkness. But lo light finds my soul and she sees a light within my darkness that is so true.

I am not as dark as i seem, to because she sees the light in me. Lo I see the light in her which I hath come to prefer.

I ponder on what I hath said. I have sped down the road of life, which is truely dark, and she has saved me, fore she hath seen the light in my darkness. Of which i may no longer contort due to the light she hath seen within me.

The darkness is contorted, so that I may see optimistically of all this strife. Though this knife drops to the floor, as the darkness begins to contort
with this life o'mine. I shall change as I lay me down to sleep, I pray my soul the lord to keep. If i die before I wake, I pray my soul the lord to take. As I partake in this, I am in a heavenly manner, I believe I may see the light within my darkness. As i witness truely beloved, I shoved all my grief down the drain, and she sees the light within my darkness as do I.

Hate is a fate that we we all can partake in, as we see the key to life. The knife is droped to the floor, as the door slams into its jam, life is contorted. Then altered, as we all can falter, as the slaughter of man takes place, as an ace is droped on the table, as we all can tell this is nothing more than a fable, to be heard. As a hearse takes your friend to her grave, and she told me to say this, "you are gay like the fey folk". This life flies by quickly as a shooting star, and I drive my car off a cliff into the tidal rift, so that i may float to the very end.I send a message to those who dont have hope, "hope has yet to come for you dear friend". Thus now I must float to the land of the dead to spread this hate, as we partake in the slaughter of mankind. I pretend the light was never spread. I am beheaded by the beast with three heads, as a hockey puck goes throgh a staind glass window, and she is made a widow because of the war of the worlds. Thys the darkness is once more contorted to her will and she sees me and the light within mine darkness.

Fore say to end this fable, I say to thee my life is a creed, of which to be followed. I swallow the waters of the all holy, hence I souly depend on her to see me for who I truely am. Thy light within me, therein lies the secret of life, which we all pass and not see. Light filters through all of the dark. Not lighted as my foresight is met, but light and dark meet for one last battle as our lives begins to contort and falter.

Then again life hath always contorted to her will. The light spreads through a darkeness so true. Once more she sees the light within me in order to see the doves fly, her love for me. Thus I say she sees light in me, and i must weave a tread so thin so I can send a message of hope. In order to cope with the sin of man. I tan the hide of the beast so fierce that has died due to the light she brought me because she sees the light within me. 

I see my own light shining so thus i slay my beast from within and save her from it as well.

as the day gets closer i ponder on what i told her she sees the light in my darkness as i wonder what she has caressed and she sees my potential as i am horrendously altered to what i am yet to be and she sees me for who i truly am as i slam my fist into this door a crippling blow i should say as i lay here wondering why she sees light in my darkness

as light filter through a darkness that is so true we wander thy dark wood wondering how to find our fate not to hate the one ho put us through wondering pondering why she sees the light filter through a darkness that is so true

as light penetrates my dark and wounded heart paying no mind to what it has healed as i seal my fate of which i take and it to claims me as a true dark but light finds my soul and she sees the light in my darkness that is so true

i am not as dark as i seem to be cause she sees the light in me and i see the light in her which i truly prefer

and as i ponder on which i have said and i have sped down the road of life which is truly dark and she has saved me because she sees the light in my darkness of which i may contort due to the light she sees
as the darkness is contorted to see optimistically of all this strife as this knife drops to the floor as the darkness begins to contort
with this life i shall change as li lay me down to sleep i pray my soul the lord to keep if i die before i wake i pray my soul the lord to take as i partake in this in a heavenly manner i believe i see the light in my darkness as i see true the beloved i shoved all my grief down the drain and she sees the light in my darkness as do i

hate is a fate that we we all can partake as we see the key to life as the knife is dropped to the floor as the door slams into its jam life is contorted and then altered as we all can falter as the slaughter of man takes place as an ace is dropped on the table as we all can tell this is a fable to be heard as a hearse takes your friend to her grave and she told me to say this that you are gay like the fey folk as I lay, this life flies by as shooting star and the i drive my car off a cliff into a tidal rift and float to the very end as i send a message to those who don't have hope and then i float to the land of the dead to spread this hate as we partake in the slaughter of man as i pretend the light was never spread and as i am beheaded by the beast with three heads as a hockey puck goes through a stained glass window as she is made a widow because of the war of the worlds and the darkness is once more contorted to her will and she sees me and the light in the darkness

fore say to end this fable i say to thee my life is a creed of which to be fallowed as i swallow the waters of the holy, to souly depend on her to see time for who i am truly am and thy light with in me therein lies the secret of life which we all pass and not see as light filters through all of the dark and not lighted as my foresight is met light and dark meet for one last battle as life begins to contort and falter

then again life is always contorting to her will and the light spreads through a darkness so true, once more she sees the light in me in order to see the doves fly for her love for me cause she sees light in me and as i weave a tread so thin i send a message of hope in order to cope with the sin of man as i tan the hide of the beast so fierce that has died due to the light she brought me cause she sees the light with in me