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I struggle to notice the simple beauty of the stars which are present only at night
You look left and right and see people care for you, however I do not and that is not right
I feel laden when I am misinterpreted for the wrong reasons
I wish to feel equal, appreciated and capable instead of a treason
A simple person like myself has a simple life to fulfill with problems in my position
A simple person like myself has a simple life with an exposition
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The light fades behind the moon
My heart is once again tainted
It is as if the darkness assumes
My soul is to be repainted

It's claws thick and stained by blood
Like a werewolf it howls sadly at the sky
I thought then it understood, but
I plea, I beg, dear god tell me why

I become this monster in my flesh
When the sun descends and retires
I become overwhelmed by death
And give myself over to haunted desires

I am asleep inside my own mind
These acts are not my own
I wake horrified to find
That inside I'm not alone
War
War is the savage sea roaring in my veins
Calling to the animal lurking inside
It's twisted, and breaks a person down bare to their instincts
It beats past flesh, rips past pride, soars past your thoughts, tears your mind from inside
It dances on your feelings, slits the throat of your heart and feast on your bones tell all that is left is action.
War creates a robot inhabiting flesh
Kills your mind, before you can look deep down inside
For all you'll find
Is death
Put out my eyes, and I can see you still,
Slam my ears to, and I can hear you yet;
And without any feet can go to you;
And tongueless, I can conjure you at will.
Break off my arms, I shall take hold of you
And grasp you with my heart as with a hand;
Arrest my heart, my brain will beat as true;
And if you set this brain of mine afire,
Then on my blood-stream I yet will carry you.
Out of the night that covers me,
  Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
  For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
  I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
  My head is ******, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
  Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
  Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
  How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
  I am the captain of my soul.
(10W)


...........a   h e a l t h y
........p o w e r f u l
i m m e n s e l y
b e a u t i f u l
...f o r m   o f
........h u m a n 
..........c a r b o n
........d  i  o  x  i  d  e.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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***...I am a plant, a tree, an herb, a bush, a ****
the ants on a trail, the Blue Jay, the cicada, the lizard,
growing, roaming...in the green forest, that is your mind
i could be the wind, the rain, anything that comes out with your sigh...***
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