When you feel completely hopeless,
The rain is pouring down heavily,
Even though it’s a beautiful, sunny day.
Misery totally controls your life,
You are unable to see any light,
And finding the right path seems impossible.
If you are capable of sparking an inch of hope,
From an outside source or within yourself,
It’s possible to say that existence can improve.
What you need to do is push yourself,
To ignite that small sense of optimism,
Fighting for a route to finally find pure happiness.
In between seconds and minutes,
Lies an infinity of words we wished to say
Are we going to leave it to the winds,
To deliver our hearts messages?
An instant connection, we feel it resonates
Our eyes gave us away, screaming for attention, affection
All the gravity in the universe
Is pulling us towards each other
You feel it too, are you listening?
Will you walk through the storm of fate,
That will lead us into each others embrace?
I am listening, I will..
That one stare and you know that there is an instant connection..
Raw. First draft. I don't know where it should go.. i just feel the urge to write this.
One day-the talk of the Sailors, the next a wreck
a beauty of the universe and the next a Shrek
The king of the jungle today, a carcass tomorrow
from pinnacle of joy to an iceberg of sorrow
One moment you're a trodden road, the next forgotten
fresh and busking marine and then a fossil, you're rotten
this minute, a blossom of the garden and then a wilt
a rock of now that will be glaciated to mere silt
Even an Eagle soaring high in the sky gets to the ground
at some point, the found get lost and the lost get found
drums that rumble will someday go the limpid in a pot
you lack today but someday will find all you sought
The arrow flies straight
into the heart of suns.
It soars past the horizon,
past the countless battles I've won.
The clang of metal
on the battlefield as I cry.
A shout escapes my throat
as I give it my hardest try.
The arrow flies onward,
soaring past destinies long gone.
It speeds past the answers
that are only beginning to dawn.
The arrow is my destiny,
forever soaring in the sky.
For I will only witness history
and I will never utter a lie.
Lost in the vast bog of stories,
It dies a slow unsung death,
May it meet its personality,
Only impersonality shrouds it now,
Under the flutter of wings,
Shall not get all it deserves,
It'll remain majorly ignored in the clutter of words,
Not because it's poorly projected, but,
Entirely because it's not written in my destiny.
Though my eBook novel has the best story,
It will remain unread because of my destiny.
My destiny is dictated by the planet Mars,
And it has so far marred my happiness.
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And help me bear my medical costs.
My HP Poem #1379
It's not until you kick the bucket that you realize
the noose wasn't the solution to your bruise
When none is present to grab your kicking feet
and lift you out the bottomless pit of defeat
there are no problems heavy enough to kill
and suicide ain't no solution, just a bad deal.
even your challenges weigh you down
remember there's always a new dawn.
In between the Milky Way and the black holes
Of the universe inside of this ever expanding mind
Growing only to see itself ever smaller
Humbled truth feels the most
The fragile perfection of sparkles inside the morning dew
And the mind flows in all directions and thoughts
So random but in this infinite state
Logic is only a string you use to control the
Beads of experience and sometimes it helps
And in other times you get a glimpse
Of something unfathomably familiar
And you know that no matter how much Blessings you gathered in life
Without a contact it left an empty space
Or was it there since before the beginning
What DO I know in fact that cancels the
Clarity of the feeling that through a sideways
Glimpse I captured a snapshot of home
In the strangest of places
All this rumbiling cacophony of worlds
Yet again fails to explain
The absence of logic in something
That is beyond logic for it is
And despite it all
Life goes on
You play your part
The way you must
The way you feel
And you still know so little
Feeling the truth on the periphery