Lysalle

TIME: Unspecified OPENING SCENE: TSARA hovers in the rafters of the ceiling of the ancient theatre as INNISFREE completes the final act of a nameless play. SCENE: The curtain call passes within moments and the actors and actresses disperse – INNISFREE is soon left solitary in the centre of the stage. TSARA: [slowly descends, as if floating, from the beams, and touches down lightly, or rather, seems to, beside INNISFREE] The curtain call is now completed, is it not, my friend? INNISFREE: Indeed. This play, though, has not a fraction of the emotion I find is present in the curtain call. TSARA: Of course. What are plays but barbaric display

Rising like the phoenix from the ashes You're Flying through my head, Setting my thoughts on Fire And what be emotion but nothing at all? Feelings ain't your weakness, dearie. Tally-ho, the windows are opening, And what did you say? I just can't hear, because My brain's all but fried. Why don't you Talk? He's waiting in his own concrete Jungle, all Tied up with the contents of some Forsaken maths equation, And then you stop believing and everything Fades to BLACK, yet Nothing Is lost because I'm going to keep talking and Making you go ahead and say a word Before you cause me to lose my cool. Smile; the effect's dazzli

Flies are crossing the desert Of your hair, Dancing the Tango, Salsa, And more, feeding On your puerile fear, charged With white storms Of Broken electricity. Why Not dance to the rhythm? All you did was Scream in time to my ceaseless laughter in the background. - dedicated to my pal Tweed -

Passion; romance; love, and The like, emotional expenses skyrocketing And your mental credit Cards, as payment, Charged to the very Limit, and volatile Heartstrings Played like the violin, And when all but One Snaps, ohh, Only the vanilla ice remains. -For Sham, a poet in her own way-

Yellow taxi's Stranded In traffic, and I'm leaning, so Bored, against some Lonesome wall. We're leaving On a bus, and if you were Late by a few              Minutes, We'd be long Gone. Much to our great fortune, you Were just on time with Minutes to Spare. You embraced All of us in Distinctive warmth, gave Us an immeasurable quality Of profound happiness. We'll Never Ever Forget your great intensity, and you'll stay in our brains During hideous Math lessons, during The greatest days of our life, which Can't ever be complete Without your Company. dedicated to Waish

Every day, the empty hole in her heart grew larger. Every day, she pined for a single glance from the one whom she… loved? She didn't know what it was that she felt for him. Many of her waking moments were spent thinking of him, hoping he would notice that she stood there every day, silhouetted against the flat, grey scenery, waiting for their eyes to lock, one day. Nothing, nothing, and nothing again. She was wasting away, as each lot of twenty-four hours passed by noiselessly. She took inspiration for her many portraits from him, and there were many likenesses of his face within her studio, some of them on canvas and others digitally ren

One day, someone told me the meaning of love. She said that love is blind, and that it is like a disease. She told me that it is the kind of affection parents have for their children. She said that every being with a heart has the capacity to love. She claimed that love felt a little like having a hook through your heart, pulling you off somewhere to a beautiful end, perhaps. When she had finished talking, I told her that I had no parents. Really, I don't. They are always out of the house. They are always overseas. They have never told me that they loved me, and if they did, I have no memories of that. I then told her my parents do not lov

Rain falls like tears but I don't want you to Cry, not ever. Keep smiling and weather the storms Because we'll always be here, and Through it all, I'll go On Holding the tattered Umbrella Above our heads like a Roof. Since It's raining, I'm not planning on keeping Dry - I'm going to Dance forever in the rain, as if it Were always summer, And I hope That you'll have The same Happiness Through your life Evermair, because You're the only one of a single Category in this world That I've Been Blessed with. Friendship Lasts forever! For Rainstreak

Dark shapes slither and rustle in the shadows, whispering words of hate and malice into his ears, filling his heart with poison, and hatred. Worst of all, as it shames him – self-pity. I am strong. I will not listen. Their laughter mocks him. In anger, he lashes out at the empty air with his fists, blows raining into nothing. He overbalances once, and falls to his knees, the stance of surrender. I will not be defeated! With utmost difficulty, he struggles to his feet, hideous giggles ringing in his ears. They are telling him that he cannot go on another day. They are telling him that he will fall to the darkness, and that he and they will

I think there are monsters living in my closet, Mother. Don't be silly, dear. There are no such things as monsters. Now go back to bed. I can't sleep with the monsters in here, Mother; they are frightening me! My child, there are no monsters in this room. Your mind is only playing tricks on you. Please! Listen to me! Can't you hear them? They say they want to eat me! They want to devour me, and they laugh at me every night! They are everywhere in the room! Please, don't leave me alone here! Go to sleep, my dear. You'll feel so much better in the morning. The woman left the bedroom just then. Later, she was awoken some time after midnigh