It shines on those who wish.
It's rays shun the doubters.
Here's for the dreamers.
The Wishers.
The Believers.
It shines for those who don't run away.
It smiles upon the brave.
It opens it's arms and lets them in.
It shines on those who wish.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
Their melodies
sing soft and sweet
bringing forth their light.
They never rest,
or fade away,
working all the night.
They sing and sing,
without a stop,
and give their wings some flight.
And if their tune,
did ever die,
I would not be all right.
For their lovely song,
I sing with them,
and I keep my light.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
Looks can ****
so they say,
but words can't hurt at all.
But whoever came up with the idiotic saying,
*"Sticks and stones can break my bones,
but words can*
Never
hurt me."
Has obviously never had a dictionary thrown at them.
Because words do hurt,
they think we can ignore it,
but the breaking point,
when is that?
They say it'll stop eventually,
but what if eventually isn't soon enough,
before...
The Breaking point.
The breaking point,
no one knows where it is,
but it kills,
everyone dies in the end.
But others aren't that lucky,
when they aren't looking,
tragedy happens,
and it sneaks up on them,
it forms,
from their own thoughts,
a knife,
it will ****
they are called words.
Words make the breaking point,
the breaking point,
where no one knows where it is.
But,
It kills
Words are the deadliest of weapons,
they cause death, destruction,
and everything.
Wars form from...
words.
They are the destroyer of the human race.
So next time someone tells you to toughen up,
or that stupid saying,
or that it will eventually go away,
don't believe them,
it won't,
you have to be strong and break the words.
Like a wall,
they block you,
destroy them,
be a wrecking ball,
because they will come down,
and you will be,
victorious
You will win against...
The Breaking Point.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Watch into thee,
that bitter night,
where goodman go and turn,
hither where the yonder tree,
of death and gore be ware.
Thee hears them marching,
one by one,
into the shadowed field,
where blood has soaked the ground,
and untimely death appear.
"Tis a battlefield!" shouts thee,
into the dark, cold wind.
"No man hath cometh and gone alive,
with all his soul inside."
Death hath cometh to his door,
many, many a time.
At which hour his heart yearns for treason.
to help the fallen men.
And at which hour the marching drums appear,
from the other side,
the man knows that he should surely die,
if he had ever tried.
For treason is a haggard crime,
which all in death, result,
and then the man should surely mourn.
the death of angels near,
he cries to them with painful voice,
"Tis a battlefield!"
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
You tender hand,
held me gently.
Like a rosebud, not yet bloomed,
But as you held,
tenderly,
And caressed me everyday.
Watered and cared,
and watched for hours,
waiting for me to let you in.
I did.
For you alone I bloomed.
I let you know my deepest fears,
and my heart's desire.
But lately all you let me know,
Is that you let me down.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
There's this voice,
in my head.
She screams at me.
I understand.
She says:
You're fat.
She says:
You're Ugly.
And I Am.
Overweight.
And it's not just a disorder.
Or a problem.
But a Number
That is a statistic
saying:
Obese
Overweight
The Tolerance,
to the treadmill,
That I Regret,
everyday.
And I can't do it anymore.
So there.
Goodbye food.
And anything else.
That tortures me daily.
Like the voice.
Her Name.
Is
Skinny.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
What are friends?
When you're down,
in the blue.
They are always there,
to comfort,
and love.
When you're scared,
for a loved one,
or a breakup appears.
They are always there,
with open arms,
and help,
to get you,
through hard
times.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
The world is like a bubble.
Floating,
barley on the edge,
ready to pop,
at any moment.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
Can it be
I'm the only one left?
The rest of humanity seems to have gone to shame.
I'm not even sure they are human,
I don't even think they are sane.
The rest of the Humans are gone.
I am only left.
Yet to be replaced by a race,
of hate and greed.
Where everyone covets and wants what others have.
So now I wait,
to be replaced.
By one of these
Aliens.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
There's that tea shop
Down the street
You never enter
You never mention
There's that tea shop
Down the street
On the corner
With your love
If you'd only
Risk your afternoon
Is it possible
That you could have met them?
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC