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Spread your wings and start flying
This sick world is now dying.
 Sep 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
NvrMnd
•••
*You would never
taste victory

If

You'll turn back
early.
Being coward is stupid and I hate being one. I have all the chance but I lose it the moment I stop moving forward.

The time I give up is the moment I failed.

And i failed because I fear to fail.


~So don't be~
Some days are heartless, some days are cold
The stories of us can never be told
Months and years passed by like wind..
I never thought that we..would come to an end
We used to be the alphas, had our own pack of wolves
Now all that's left is nostalgia, all I am is a lone wolf
Wherever I go your scent will follow
Without you I remain like a bird so hollow
Can't keep you out of my mind, you're like a drug and I'm blind.
and I'm afraid..
Afraid if I get strayed there would be no one to my aid
Clear out my head from this blur, from this fade
And there I start walking because I'm tired and sick of talking
Throwing my past behind,this is my life,I've made up my mind
I'm walking away and never coming back..
My past keeps haunting me in my dreams
I'm done with all the nightmares, done with all the screams.
I'm walking away because it's time to let go,
Time to rise from this overwhelming shadow..
And I know my heart is full of sorrow..
But it's time I live for a better tomorrow.
separated for reasons we couldn't control
Oh, when I was in love with you
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.

And now the fancy passes by
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself again.
This is what defines us as the human race,
the protocols
we put in place.

When the improbable unthinkable is the unstoppable tide that washes up on the shore and becomes the reality which some would wish to close and bolt the door on and others just stand by the well wishing it were all gone and still others who sit on the fence as if this was a sideshow,
stony-faced watching the constant flow and the ebb of the dead.

This is what defines us as the human face, the uncaring where the race is the same as the one that we're in, there are no winners here, no standards to bear, no medals to win to pin on our chests.

The boy on the sand in some far distant land,
this is home?
are we there yet?

We get what we are served, but who deserves to lay and die? and I reserve the right to wonder why the locks are on the gates to freedom, freedom, but only
for some.
This modern age
the opening of a Twitter feed
the turning of a Facebook page, the YouTube, brain **** all pieces in a sugar cube which melt into our daily tea, not for me the new age thing, I want a sing song, play ping pong, Mario and what's his name can take a hike, I want a bike ride, a seesaw slide a time that doesn't wait for tide, I want my mum to come and tuck me in, I want everything, but not the modern age.
WHAT AM I?

What am I?
No more than a moment of time
Suspended between the now and the future-
With the past clinging to my back
To which I could never return.

What am I?
The tiniest and frailest of leaves
On the slender bough of life
Soon to be blown away by a sudden storm-
Buried among fallen petals and flowers.

What am I?
An unknown and unheard voice
In a faraway corner of nature I have chosen
Surrounded by quiet meadows and smiling flowers
Where the incessant sound of song-birds
Hushes my small voice and consoles my heart.

What am I?
A single note on the score
Of a grand symphony-
A speck, a comma in the limitless expanse
Of time and destiny.

What am I?
Only this my heart truly knows-
It is in the dying of myself unto love
That transcends all-
To be eternal in that blissful state
Untouched neither by time nor human sorrows.
NIL
 Aug 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
NvrMnd
And so I cry sometimes
When I' m lying on bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from top of my lungs
What's going on?
Lyrics from the song What' Up
By 4 non blondes
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