elyx-sterling-rivera
As for me... I love writing, it's always been my passion. When I was a child though, I hated it. It was only because I was so impatient back then, and also really frustrating. But now almost 17 I've realized many things. I'm now writing a book and many things. I also love poetry, love the emotion in it. Well, I have many things to say, but little time..
Foundation painted in lies
Existence collapsing without energy
And so time flows by
A landslide in a blink of an eye
I want to avoid any neutral paths
A shining stage
I want to bathe in that place's light
Is that too much to wish?
At the far away shining blue light
Stacking fatigue, Overtaking nervouness
It never disappears
The darkness of sadness
It seems like i'm living with no disabilities
But i was
Hiding them
The engine broke
From knowing too much of this reality
I'm dried of everything except the future
I possible couldn't know about you who are lively
When numerous sadness sweeps in
I held them in white staring at the muddy water that was closing off the path
At that time there was no light
I was nervous after looking at you
Who had bright eyes and spoke of hope
Even though I'm not strong, I wanted what not possible
And lived in vain as the cost of it
Still, this cold mind overflowed
Due to lack of rejections and consent
My poor brain uselessly tried to find the lost time
Black rain, hope that was hidden in the avalanche
The curtain of red blood, not blue, surrounds it
I'm not the one who is crazy, it feels like I can't breathe
Because you who was running towards the light was so bright
I couldn't catch up so easily
The whirwind of the hideous jealousy overlaps with my emotion
I didn't know the truth so I lost without defections the game monster
The only one that can calm this depressed mind is me
I was tired from wandering around so i came to this place
The limit has already broken trough
And is flooding out from my capacity
The identity of the pain that overcame me
The rain of despair ripped apart the silence
I only have to make it throw away the sinister mind
When numerous sadness is sweeping in
If I keep on slowly walking instead of being sweapt away,
I bet the long, long night will one day
Be a little brighter
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my head and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver for giving
The soul of my gladness a voice.
In the glow of the glorious weather,
In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,
My burdens seem light as a feather
They are nothing to bear.
In the strength and the glory of power,
In the pride and the pleasure of wealth
(For who dares dispute me my dower
Of talents and youth-time and health?) ,
I can laugh at the world and its sages
I am greater than seers who are sad,
For he is most wise in all ages
Who knows how to be glad.
I lift up my eyes to Apollo,
The god of the beautiful days,
And my spirit soars off like a swallow,
And is lost in the light of its rays.
Are tou troubled and sad? I beseech you
Come out of the shadows of strife
Come out in the sun while I teach you
The secret of life.
Come out of the world – come above it
Up over its crosses and graves,
Though the green earth is fair and I love it,
We must love it as masters, not slaves.
Come up where the dust never rises
But only the perfume of flowers
And your life shall be glad with surprises
Of beautiful hours.
Come up where the rare golden wine is
Apollo distills in my sight,
And your life shall be happy as mine is,
And as full of delight.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
I heard that when things were painful for this girl I knew, she'd cover her ears with headphones and escape to the world of music.
I tried it too.
It was like everything was blown away.
The vocals screamed for me.
They grieved for me.
The ones who put on the act of common sense were wrong.
Those who cried were right.
We, the lonely were more human.
They screamed at the absurd, beat it down, and destroyed it.
They saved me.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC
What does it mean to be reborn?
That isn't the life I had anymore.
It's someone else's life.
Everyone only gets to live life one time, and it's right here.
I only get it once.
This is my life.
I can't entrust it to someone, I can't steal a new one, I can't force it on others, I can't forget it or erase it.
I can't stomp over it, laugh at it, or beautify it!
I can't anything!
I'd have to accept my one shot at life no matter how cruel, merciless, or unfair I thought it was!
You don't you understand? That is why I must fight.
I must keep on fighting!
Because... because I can never accept that kind of life!
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 5:05 AM UTC
One person needed courage to face the past.
Another person needed effort to make a dream come true.
Yet another person needed time and friends.
What about you?
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
Some may not wake up
Can't see the morning
Can't hear the nature
Can't feel the warmth
Can't smell the fresh air
And can't taste the sweetness.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC