Strive .. Set up standards Earn gold Glorify the empty space With hope Transition from a seed Into a rose , Queen stand tall upon Her thrown Ruler but rather Misunderstood Kingdom comes upon the envy Fights back with horns Consolidate the negative, concurs her thrown . A mind over matter is no matter of time . Grid the world , a journey for treasured riches .
No rules or enemies can manifest the energy of a strictly striving soul.
I wrote this feeling anticipated and intrigued of what tomorrow has to bring. 5/15/2015 @8:35pm
Maybe we can go back Try undoing the past Where is the thrill of Anticipation?
In the last grade of Elementary They allowed us To sign our Virginal names in Blueorblack ink I was ten, I Had already written My script then I did it in Permanent pen
There was no time to erase
Mother wasn't excitable some days, she was She tore up my script My script after script Every idea To her Just **** And I'd begin Again in pen
Body hurts from last night's wine and This morning's lifting. Hands shake, sounds of construction Like an insane symphony of Unsilence.
My limbs are the fingers of a clenched Fist around the hope that The hours may grow wings. The city, a snail outside The construction site fence.
We're both prisoners under a Sky that's waiting to downpour, Giving each other nervous looks Through iron bars, smiling Unwillingly with tears in our eyes,
To immitate consolement. Today, a line has been drawn between The world and its enemy, Of which I'm on the wrong side. This is how I die;
A drowned flower. A bleeding scar. An Exposed nerve in the rain. At least I have the wine. Without it, I'd never get this thirsty.