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Aug 2014 · 290
What We Call Life
J Aug 2014
I walked down a trodden path one day
It lingered alone, seemed to lead the right way.
After awhile I knew I'd been fooled
For every flower I touched there was a thorn, it was cruel.
I tried to turn back but to no avail,
And the longer I went on the more I grew frail.
The occasional passerby would approach and then fade,
Each face fading with next - just as frayed.
It was lonely and cruel - what place was this?
Signs would caution: The reward might not be worth the risk.
I grew angry and removed as I trudged along,
One foot in front of the other, this was now where I belonged.
My zeal came and went like the sun and the moon,
I might as well make the best in this place of ruin.
And finally as I neared the end,
A fellow approached me, extended a hand.
I asked him of what I had just suffered, this strife
He said, "Ah, my friend, it is what we call life."
Dec 2013 · 238
Untitled
J Dec 2013
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Nov 2013 · 1.0k
Catching Stars
J Nov 2013
I wish I could catch
Stars
Like you can catch
Butterflies.
I would bottle them up
And fill my whole being with them.
They would shine
So brightly
That I might not ever have to see
The darkness
Again.
Nov 2013 · 286
Rain
J Nov 2013
I woke up with the rain falling
I fell asleep with the rain still falling.

I grew older, the rain kept falling
I moved on, the rain was falling.

It wasn’t until the very end
That I realized the rain had been my dearest friend.
J Nov 2013
The sentimental yearning of nostalgia
Will never be strong enough to pull you back in.
I used to build dreams about you
I cut my hands on your broken pieces,
Now I have but their scars left to show.
Remorse is strange like forgetting how to breathe
Something once constant is now forever gone
Like losing a limb, my body is unaware of how to move on.

They say if it’s still on your mind, it’s still in your heart
But I’ve known that since the day we left.
The pain of missing someone permanently gone
It is not a pain that yet has a cure.
How bold one gets when we are sure of being loved.
Now I am sure of nothing
Yet I would still drop everything for you.

I am a mess of gorgeous chaos
Perhaps I loved you just a little too much.
Nov 2013 · 531
Thief in the Night
J Nov 2013
She was just some wild thing
Wandering always, but never searching
Free of care with a hungry gleam in her eyes
She ran and frolicked through the ocean tides.
Sun up, sun down the earth was hers to roam
Content with where she was, the adventure was her home.

It wasn’t until that last dooming trek
To travel for something she hadn’t yet met
What she found was something she could have never foreseen,
What she turned into no one would have ever believed.

She fell hard and fast for such a traveled girl,
Stubborn she was, as they watched it unfurl
She wouldn’t stop to look back, for she never had
And too late she found he wasn’t a prince, but a cad.

Gone was the gleam from her eyes that shone,
Forced into darkness and forever alone
The thief in the night who stole her heart
Never again on adventure would she embark.
Nov 2013 · 482
World Disappearing
J Nov 2013
Where does one go,
When there is no where to go.
A world far from here not often known.
Known well by me and myself and I
A world where visits are fewer and far
Not from disinterest but from distraction
The world beckons me back
It cries in its solitude
I try to come back but I’ve forgotten the way
The cries grow more desperate
I am anxiously seeking
My world I am searching,
but it can
no longer
be found.
Nov 2013 · 1.0k
You Live in My Mind
J Nov 2013
You live in my mind
You never leave
If only to give, and never to receive
Why then must I constantly seek
Your face in every place
hoping for just a peak
How can one half move on so free
I wish that one half wasn’t you, I wish it were me
To be free from the bars you’ve prisoned me in
Nothing but the darkness of my thoughts to satisfy the sin
I envy how you can simply walk away, fine
If only I occupied your mind as much as you do mine
Is it our curse, will we always care more
Or is it just me, lost wondering what it is I’m looking for
Time will pass as it already has
And still I won’t heal as you certainly have
I pray, I wish for my own sanity
That as you occasionally catch a glimpse of me
You wonder the what if’s – what could have been
A flash of regret, some yearning again.
Wishful thinking, as always I will tell myself again
Just as I wish I could undo what I did.

— The End —