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Ekuu May 2014
You cannot feel my thunder,
although it trembles true.
A million moments of laughter,
every time I think of you.

I hate you like a cold breeze,
that tears right through my skin.
I hate you so much more,
because you are my sin.

To live a life without you,
would take my soul from me.
But I guess it's like they all say,
that love is like the sea.
Ekuu May 2014
In the past, the future looked too close to hold..
And now the present seems like it's too close and cold
Inside myself looking out, it all seems fake
Whatever motivates, the day puts it away
Used to be apathetic, loved the only one living
I'm speaking to the world, but I'm the only one in it
Your eyes couldn't watch the way the world spins
I'll sit there and watch on the day the world ends
If its burns then, and flows in the wind
Because who knows if your steps are planned out..
I feel lost, and no body's there to stick a hand out
I feel like I lived with my self too long
This isn't the right time or place for these words
We don't have the right kind of space for these birds
If we all could fly, If we all could cry
Everybody would laugh, and we all would die
The sky hangs over my head, I can feel the weight
Conceal my fate, and let me just deal with hate
I don’t even know why I feel this...
Why my existence is one long, endless abyss.
But, I’m still here, no matter what my dreams might say
And I hope that one day I will actually be okay.
Ekuu May 2014
All that other folks can do,
Why with patience...should not you?
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a vague man
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victory cup
And he learned too late when the night came down
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems really far
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
Far too many times we let
unimportant things into our minds
And then it's usually too late
to see what made us blind.

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