End Of The Journey

Resistance.
Slowly as he regained his conscience,
All he felt was resistance ..
Resistance !
Move! He screamed.
To whom? 

Darkness engulfed his sight,

Shackles of distraught snaring him further down.

Magma-like liquid assaults his lungs,

Voiceless rasp is all he could utter.

No noise to be heard...

Is this the end ?

All he felt was hopelessness..

What brought on this fate upon him?

Who's sin was he forced to bear?

Why was this the ending to his story?

Questions were all he had.

What was he fighting for ? 

Who led to his demise?

Why was he drowning?

Questions were all he had.

What was there left?

Who's was to blame?

Why was there no one to save him?

Questions were all he had.

And as he drew his last breath...

Questions were all he was left with.

And with one final gasp, his candle extinguishes.

The end.

This will be my final poem to this world. 

It had been a wonderfully bitter sweet journey with just my thoughts being poured into either spoken word form or poem. I ... Think I'll end it here. 

Once again, thank you.

Lonely Wanderer

 Lonely wanderer, 

Destination unknown, 

Tightened his embrace upon himself,

His shuddering breath,

Slowly materializes as he exhales,

Yet dispersing in urgency,

As the cold dry air assaults his lungs,

Whisper of the Breathless

Jealous, indeed I am..
Every breath taken away from me,
Stolen by her;
Stolen by the heavenly her,
A conspiracy concocted against me,
Beginning from dusk,
Ending at dawn,
Leaving me breathless,

Purgatory🔗Darkness

The frigid canvas brings ardor,

Why does it do so?

A warm shower feels cold,

Why does it feel so?

The night zephyr carries comfort,

Why does it appear so?

Why ?

Tribunal of Life - Ghost

A forceful change, 

desired by none.. 

Treason,

Brought forth by thy sun.. 

Destruction, 

Invoked in the name of dishonor... 

Desolution,

Left to decay; the darkness to devour...

Somersby Night

 Days, Months, years, 

As if it wears on briskly,

yet...

Hours, minutes, seconds,

Crawls away slowly,

As I lay on my mattress,

my thoughts wonders,

How did this came to be?

Delivered - From the Abyss

Forsaken, i was floating. 
In the ocean of melancholy ,
Flown by the will of abyss,
Rudderless, I laid, 
Awaiting the verdict, 
My fate.

The judge, eternal darkness,
Mighty and relentless,
Bore through my anima, 
Judging... Judging... 

Doubt assulted my consciousness, 
For the little spectre of hope held, 

Paragon Seraph

Paragon seraph's Behest,
And as such your patron,
To illustrate you through my eyes.
Can I uphold justice to your perfection,
Never, for words hath not inherited,
ponderousness of your nobility,
To describe the the seraphim herself,
Where shall I begin?
A goddess incarnate?
An enchantress of the night?

Soulless

Soulless.

For she have abhorred my presence, 

For she have coil my serenity,

For she have left my intuition intpinse.

Forsaken by her.

Spoken words : Diabolic Temptress

So uh, Not a poem, but more of a "spoken words" -esque thingy that I wrote down because a happy Logen's thoughts have gotten past annoying to downright frightening and hopefully writing this will pour all the excessive happiness & romance out of me and I can go back to being a bitter bastard. 

Living Colours : Memories

Memories, fond memories.
As I reminiscence and scavenge,
Through a vast ocean of blur clutters of shards,
Shards emitting a fading glow.
One by one, they flash before my eyes,

Hope - Through His Eyes

Hope,

What his soul grasped onto ..

A hope for a new tomorrow,

For a new beginning,

Hope,

To ease the loneliness,

To make him whole again.

Hope,

What he saw in her eyes,

What he needed to survive,

The harsh winter of solitude,

Or his withering happiness in autumn.

Songs of You

The songs you adore when heard by me.
Tears me apart, From the inside.
As it strenuously instills the thoughts of you,
Into my pathetically weakened mind.
A little you running rampantly,

The Deep infinite

The deafening silence,

The calm water's wavering melody,
The dark depth of never ending..
The hidden threat unseen by eyes,
Cowardly hidden,
Deep in the infinity known as ocean..
The ironic resemblance to the love we crave,
The embrace of the one we desire,
As accepting as the ocean to all our wills,
the Ocean,
Calm and accepting ..
A vast and never ending freeway of nothingness,
But as resemblance to love we wish to aquire,
The ocean , as vengeful and cold as she can be,
The calm and collected surface,
When tormented,
Turns to violence as only she can..
As does love,
When not treated well,
Could strike our heart,
By the blink of an eye,
Once loving and warm love,
Decimates the core of our soul..
The heart that once wished to only accept the good..
The kiss of doom from devastation,
To all that we built from love..
Leaving us rendered , loveless ..
The man who once loved..
Who now holds only the memory..
The memory of she, who he once loved ..
The emotions that she,
Who once was his had left him ..
The void left in his soul,
She who once filled with her embrace..
He, the man ..
Like the land the sea vanquished,
Now a deserted wasteland of nothingness ...

Look into his eyes ..
The man who once lived and loved ..
Now dead and lifeless...
Look into his eyes ..
He who wishes the warmth ..
Now not deserving of his desires ...
Not worthy ..
Thats the man who once loved ...
Not worthy.

"The Ocean can be loving and providing ..but the flipside of the ocean, once do her wrong and the re precautions are fatal ... so how is the ocean not similar to love?"

Treachery : Bitter Heart

There I stood,

Aware and alive..

In clear sight of her distorting eyes,

Her voice uninterrupted by burst of breeze,

Chilling gust of November,

The deception in her tone,

Pummeled me persistently...

As one of her countless twisted lies,

Rollicked away from her luscious lips,

Carried by the brisk air,

Danced into my ears,

Slicing what left of my battered conscious...

Final Note From Logen Author Beastly

Hello readers,

[First of all, I would like to thank all the supports and emails I received from you guys throughout the period of this blog's active period.]

The main reason I started indulging myself in writing poems and literature in general was to get rid of the emotions I experienced in my rough days and writing them down and expressing them with words were much easier for me compared to talking about them. And to be honest, I didn't have anyone to talk to to begin with. And as years passed my, I believe I started to improve on my writing skills and started involving myself in online competitions. www.poem.org was one of those websites that I used to go for any advices and encouragement and I am very grateful for their support when I felt like giving up. The other website that used to host competitions for amatuer poets was shut down as of 2010 due to lack of funding was one of my biggest inspiration in my life an my writings too because of the submissions from whole over the world and I am happy to say I won 2 years in a row [2007-2008]. I think of it as one of my biggest accomplishments eventhough people might say it's just a stupid competition that was hosted online because I never had a chance to showcase anything in my life and for me to come out of my shell and showcasing my poems and not to mention winning was a great boost for my confidence. 2009 was the year I decided I will start a blog and post my poems on them, and to be honest, I was expecting mean replies about how my poems suck... but instead I received words of encouragements and tips from you guys . And I loved every single moment of writing for you guys since then...

The purpose of this update is to inform all of my beloved readers that as of now [ 04/06/2013 ], I'm no longer going to write poems and update this blog. I'm not going to shut this blog down though because of all the memories I've had with you guys in this blog and I'm going to keep it up as an archive.

Once again, I'm deepy thankful for all of your traffics to this blog and all the emails and supports I've received from you guys.

So what's my next move, you ask ?
Well I'll keep my second blog which is http://beastlylives.blogspot.com/ updated on my current projects and path. If you still wish to support me throughout my next adventure, I gladly accept it. :)

anyways time to wrap this message up.
I really had fun guys ... you guys were there for me and stuck with me through thick and thin ...
I'll miss this bond more than anything ..
I thought about this for a few weeks now and I guess I can finally let go and say ...
Goodbye ...

~I lived, I loved, I learned, thanks to you literature.~

Dear December

Dear December,

How you are loved by many ,

Adored by the norm,

How you would carry the year,

To a season of joy and giving ...

Yet as each term passes by,
You would reject me of the season of happiness,

Batter my soul into oblivion,

Imbue loneliness into the pith of my existence,

Drown me in the depth of sorrowed ocean ..

Tormented, I would be left to ...

Alone

Rumbled, the arcane night sky ..

Counting the tears of heaven as it glided down the window..

The heavens must have felt my agony;

I thought,

Alone I sat ..

I could hear a melody,

As nature forced it's will on the lands,

The sound of draught, 

Whistled away as it the trees danced to it's tune...

A sad melody of whispers, the wind hummed, 

Alone I sat ..

Demon Named Vendetta

Lost in thoughts ,

He laid , Amongst the moist meadow .

As rain drops danced off his skin ..

A well battered and scarred skin ..

Each scars , Each wound ..

Seemed pointless at this point ...

Betrayer

A certain man drowned uncertainty ...

As he faced the beastly wrath ..

Time stripped of his glory ..

She stripped him of his love ..

Simple leap in time ..

Apart from each other ...

Lost he was to the world ..

Believed , him too ..

Lost in despair ..

But a tale he held on ...

Once he heard ..

A story  fools were fond of ..