Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC
I remember sitting by the lake, my legs pulled against me in the darkness.
The sky flashing above me and the wind whispering through the air.
So many feelings in one night...
The water glistened with each strike of lightening and shook with each deep rumble of thunder.
The grayness of it all was enough to make any and all wonders unparalleled in my mind.
I wish I was on a boat in the storm feeling each and every motion of the water.
I wish I could have felt it breathe in and out and cradle me in its arms.
I wish I could have tasted the moisture in the air and smelled the rain.
I know that no matter where I go, whenever I hear the rain that lake is quaking anxiously awaiting my return.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
There's a rift between the dead and me,
Sinking and falling faster into the dark,
The closeness of it seems sickening,
I can feel the teeth of the vehement shark,
Closing in around my throat,
I feel lured and enticed to feel the pain,
Is it wrong to want to feel something,
Is it wrong to be this insane?
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
Paralyzed from the heart down,
Abandoned, lost and found,
The relinquishing of the crown,
Breathing, feeling my heart pound.
Haste takes my calm mind,
Enduring, hatred and pain,
The ropes caressing feel the bind,
The world submissive, barren and plain.
Sold for a cruel desire,
Abused, jaded and forgotten,
The burning of a torrid fire,
My soul defeated, life begotten.
Taken away from my morality,
Stolen, fought and lost,
The time considered a technicality,
The hours dragging, a heavy cost.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
You are your own worst enemy,
You illustrate your destiny,
You decide your fate,
You create.
I make my own mistakes,
I ensue my heartbreaks,
I choose the rate,
I create.
We take anything we need,
We decide who takes the lead,
We make the world dissapate,
Yet we have the tools to create.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
Crawling back to everything you threw away and every day spent in pain ,
And shielded hearts touch lost thoughts,
Of lives worth living and hungry sayings in throats.
Shudder for complaining suits,
But you'll never know their hidden truths,
Even if they came back and yelled them in your face.
You'd never get why they've cried out in vain.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
I used to wish for your demise,
Now I just hope you're miserable,
Candy and cigarettes,
What have you ever done for me?
Except leave me choking in the alley.
I'll pick up the pieces myself, thanks.
Dizzy nights and nauseating steps,
You never believed in my dreams.
I never believed in you.
I wish the sunset would stop waking me...
Every single day I wake up with something to regret.
Life's a cold-hearted ***** sometimes.
Do you feel your breathing becoming labored?
That's me.
I'll take every breath you have until they are all gone.
Even the very last one.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
The meadow so perfect and serene,
You'd think it were plucked from a dream,
The blooms so elegant they gleam,
What a delightfully perfect scene.
The sun shines warmly on your skin,
The stems reaching can hardly bend,
A day so beautiful should never end,
How could I possibly know where to begin?
The laughter echos in the towering trees,
The joy dripping from a drifting breeze,
Happily reaching out to seize,
The feeling that makes me fall to my knees.
I can no longer avoid the need to be free,
I run through the grass that's enveloping me,
There's no other place that I'd rather be,
It's a shame that it's beauty only I can see.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC