Shriya's Thoughts

Oh, the Anguish of living, Runs so deep through my veins, They mark and trace those crossing lines, And stain my hand with untold pain.   The anguish of living is like a book, Whose covers bound all ache, It has so many chapters deep, Shadows and words, mirror my thoughts, And I read, so addicted, Until the familiarity, lulls me to sleep.   Chapter one, Of the Anguish of living, Makes us wonder why we’re here, The curiosity of depression, Is so unique, Alas not many can understand, And I hope they won’t too, For the words of this chapter, Are like a forbidden poem, So lovely, and dark, We’ll all want to hear.   Chapter two, Makes us realize, That this world is not as sweet as we thought, We at first want to ignore, And tell our hearts that its not real. But how can we overlook, These small, small instances. The bitter unfairness, Soon sprouts in our souls, And then we see, The glamoured world we created, Has peeled

  The Heart’s Tinted Facets ‘Good and Evil were names for actions by a person, judged by the others’   The dark, red apple, glinted off the morning rays coming through the scarcely open curtains. Its scarlet surface hid the cold white pulp underneath, and drips of juice ran in streams as its owner dug small crescents into its skin, while swinging in a chair. Scarlett Whitlock smiled. Her usual frosty, malicious one, made menacing by the red lipstick applied on them, relating too perfectly to her name Looking back, Scarlett could see her mistakes. She was just like this apple, vulnerable. Easily dug into. But now she was tough. Her parent’s separation built her, instead of breaking her. She set down the apple on the table, now decorated with scars of crescents. And then before it could breathe a sigh of relief, Miss Scarlett Whitlock whipped out a dagger and plunged it in the skin. Shouldering her bag, she headed out for her first day at the Agency.