TheFableTeller

They say we are born from the stars And that nothing can change who you are But this night is lonely And I don’t want to be all alone For the rain keeps pitter patting as the night waits the for day As I sit here singing this song Staring at the sky praying for you How does it feel to know you are just a face Just the start of a painful game the angels asked Just a name on a blank page In a room filled with misery with nothing to gain They say you can’t fix this Fix you and her   So things can live easily life doesn’t work like that It doesn’t miss It doesn’t kiss I just say watch me walk my fears awa

Nice guys... Here I was thinking that it would mean something Be good for something But I’m wrong, girls don’t want someone to nurture their heart Rather they want someone to smash it and tear it apart Nice guys don’t even enter the race They just sit on the side of the track, not bothered tying up a single lace The truth is they need to learn you can’t give a girl your all Because if you do they won’t even bother giving you a single call People say the more you make her cry The more she would want to try But I don’t understand this maddening scheme after each day that passes by This is your heart they

We often yearn for that special place we know... a refuge that gives us a sense of peace and belonging. However paradoxically enough this visionary conclusion incarcerates us all regardless of who we aspire to be or do in our mortal bonds. I am a writer. I am a member of a diatonic realm where colour cannot be fathomed. I advocate the ideology that the pen is mightier than the sword. I live through the blackness of words and the whiteness of their medium. I am a soldier who opposes the chromatic spectrum's vividness with menacing letters. I even possess a vocabulary which may seem vulgar or verbose. But as much as I envy it, as much as I den

Audacious, argent rays penetrate through the transparent window, to resurrect the iridescent sanctity that once lived in this apartment of sin.  Resplendently they march through the unknown, forcibly dispersing the creatures of the night back into the blackness. The moon's lustrous radiance finally greets me, moistening my profane countenance, awakening me from my evanescent, peaceful slumber. Once discovered the light immediately evaporates back into the night, as my damned reality sets back into format. I raise my throbbing head and disregard the woman lying in this bed beside me, as I realise I am located in a peculiar yet famili

The lights flash in an exhilarating fashion. Everything is dark and then for just one moment, the world around me ignites with wonder. From the sky above lasers come blaring down, striking the dance floor as if they were beamed with the precision of God's own hand.  The music reverberates through the room as the beat bewitches my body to dance as if no one was watching. It vibrates through me and for that one second it intoxicates my soul, uplifting me to a place I cannot reach in this tedious physical dimension. The air is electric as my conscious rejoices that tonight is my night. Scattered throughout the club, my friends glare at me in a

Love... That raw emotion that poets dare to frolic with That magical commodity that fable tellers dare to mangle with That filler of voids that we individuals strive to understand As we walk down life's foot path searching tirelessly for someone to grasp our open hand For some, love is merely a word blended into this achromatic world in black and white Perishing in the gutter alongside with our homeless hopes and our banished dreams lying out of sight For some, love is more frightening than pain, than misery, than death They learn to fear the angel bearing crimson heart shaped arrows rather than the reaper of souls, the agent of death.

Life Is a choice of pen Having good or evil intentions and ambitions doesn't alter its colour or how much is written It scratches down our cold past, our interchangeable present and waits advertently for the mysterious future It holds the same intangible qualities of life by being able to spur our devious species to make irrational decisions I've seen our despised kind kill in the name of what is written or being audacious enough to die defending such simple words But words do not bleed, they do not care, they do not fight or love but only embody our existence giving us meaning manifesting life In the end all we really want is to leave

My world wasn't enough for you, nor was my all My weakness is I can' t do much, much at all Maybe it was my fault by being foolish enough to believe in such gambles Maybe it was my fault to fall into these cursed shambles Thou art My Juliet and I thou Romeo Seems like how things ended up I'm another mark on someone's folio Seems like this ended like the end of Macbeth Leaving me assimilated with eternal death They say God is in the rain But all I feel is my floundering heart in the cliché of pain What you found in peace you left in pieces What you left behind never ceases My love was your disposable commodity Now leaving me to mo

Maybe it's my fault Maybe I pushed you to take that leap of faith that it was all easy that You could do the inexorable Maybe I could somehow change the undeniable Maybe bounds of mortality did not affect You Maybe pain and suffering revealed something that no one else can learn but You Maybe freedom was not a God given gift, but had to be earned Maybe knowledge was the curse that humanity had learned Maybe love gave You life Maybe love gave You strife Maybe heroes were born to embody the benevolence and honesty in this world Maybe villains were born to embody the abnormality of our human nature in this world Maybe things fall apart so bet