Ten times harder
Ten times slower
Before
Ten time lighter
Ten times faster
Before
I lose it altogether
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
Seeing sunrise and sunset
Is a blessing given to us
By the complex thing called life
But when seeing sunrise
Turns into a ball of dread
At the pit of your stomach
And when sunset brings worry
Of the forthcoming night
And the dreams
That may lay within it
They are no longer blessings
And the days are cursed
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
You scare me
You know you do
You feed on my fear
I know you
Beat me
You know I'll bleed
Beat me
Because I'm human
Beat me so
Ill be black and blue
Beat me you know
Only I'll feel them
I'll feel them
Maybe I'll be them
Maybe I'll hide
So they don't see them
One day they'll
Notice them
See that I'm
Not right
See the thing
They can overcome
Turned me into one
Big mess
Under the skin
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
What at peculiar question that is
Are we living or are we dying,
For there is no elementary answer.
The most natural part of life is death.
Even the most alive moments we have
Are the ancestors of the end moment;
The inevitable moment.
But once we are deceased,
And our skin has turned a fleshy grey,
we still have our life
For people to remember us by.
From the moment we are given our lives,
We are inexorably dying.
But while dying, we are more alive...
Than we will ever be.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
My great grandfather stood on the sixth of June
Nineteen forty four hoping to return home soon.
A non-wavering ball at the pit of his belly
Told him constantly that he was not ready.
He feared for his life, his safety, his wife;
Being stood at home holding a bread knife,
Making sandwiches with that same non wavering ball
Hidden tidily away for the safety of them all.
His children knew he was on a boat
Being so brave that they could gloat
About how their dad was marching around,
Saving innocent people n that stolen ground.
But what they didn't know quite then
Was how his life very well may soon end.
Fighting with hundreds of thousands of worries soldiers
On five thousand ships not nearly as strong as boulders.
For the day he fought with many men
Against not all Axis; only ten
Thousand but still quite a few
Because he knew so much justice was overdue.
People back back at home saw only weeks before
Large green vehicles passing by their door.
The children wondered and parents knew why,
But not as much as the soldiers about to pass by.
The soldiers said "Don't fear for me,
I'll be back home so soon you wont miss me!"
My great grandfather said the exact same thing
To his wife, his kids, although not willing.
Of the three thousand that died on that day alone,
My great grandfather was lucky to be one
Of my family to come home life intact.
I am just grateful that God had his back.
For all of those that did die on that day
The memory of their bravery will never go away.
we will always cherish the thought of their fearlessness,
Their courage, determination and dauntlessness.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC