The Past is past, such is her nature
Always behind the Present
And yet, so many choose
To live within her
To sacrifice the everyday
In order to curl around those
Past fleeting moments of joy
Giving a flickering light
The Present, the instant, the suffocating dark
Always ready to ***** out that small spark of light
Never stable, shifting with the winds of time
A sudden change, a sweeping wave
The Future, both hope and doom
The light of hope, of love, of joy
The dark of dread, of hate, of death
But never foreseeable. Never done.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
As humans, we lie
To the people we care for
Again and again
To protect ourselves
Or to protect those we love
But it does not work
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
Beneath the willow
A young man sits, wishing past
Would fade at last
To silence his past
Seems but a feverish dream
A distant hope, lost
To blot out these marks
Would cleanse his scarred past of pain
Give a final piece
But what of his loss
Losing the small good times had
Those fleeting moments
A smile, high laughter
Eyes like earth, hiding rare gems
To be with her, love
Beneath the willow
A repentant old man sits
Glad to save those Gems
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
I sat there and thought
I was rooted to the spot
Thinking in what ifs
If I was not there
Would anyone care
If I did not show
And I concluded
That none of them ever would
Then began to smile
I went through the day
Thinking, Smiling, about that
Until I saw her
I owed her a gift
An old promise to fulfill
And then I ran off
For I knew well, that
Should I look her in the eye
My smile would just break
For I knew the look
That I would receive from her
Of fear and worry
As she could see me
And what I truly think of
For she has seen it
Reflected on her
And that night I felt my life fade
For I had done it
I had made me fade
But a bright light, a siren
I pictured her face
And then I woke up
Sprawled in a bed, but not mine
The wound stitched shut
And again I thought
Of what she may do, Should she
Not see me again
For, she may notice
If I was never again,
To give her a hug
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC