they dance on the edge of nearly unperceived breezes the sighs of dead men's final breath that follow me to the edge of the thickets many lay at the feet of those who wish to taste death but not know it brothers in arms who cross from the horrors often placed upon them by man into a swath of light that holds no measure of time or space or pain they are free to walk from the remnants that linger in living consciousness yet remain tied to the moment of their crossing the essence of their love for kindred souls
Working hard is an art Working hard is a duty The call of duty that's Updated every day It's obvious If we want to eat the fruits of the garden of God We've to work hard cause Good things don't come from comfort zones It's just like Food wars passion and hard work But no Not at all should we be in speed The kind of Need for speed with hot pursuit The importance is the destination How far you go NOT how fast you go Surely the evil is there You will believe you are in Resident Evil mission But trust me ; look not for monsters Look for human monsters not to **** but avoid and warn against In my long run of life I had to travel deserts i said to myself O my God !! Desert Storm and they are all here Bradely - my spirit Foley/ Sheerman - my soul Conors - my body Jones - my hard work Even when i had crossed the desert , battles were not over , are we in Battlefield till the end And somebody told me better were in Infinity war so far as we breathing No End game Life without Hard work Motivation and God's Courage Is far more frightening than: Thanos with the 6 Infinite stones ,or Galactus at the peak of his Strength and Might.
Life is real Everyday is now and gone So let's act now and not tomorrow
So this very amazing and speaking to video games and film fans , if you such a person make him read it it's more in his language as yours
I am at war. with my heart and my brain. my soul and my mind. it’s a free for all battle right in front of my eyes. but instead of attacking each other, they only attack me.
I can feel my heart beating. Too hard. Each pump pushes not only the blood throughout my body and the air in and out of my lungs but it also unleashes doses of pain. lethal in high amounts and unfortunately for me it feels like the whole bottle has been emptied into my system. As I close my eyes, I can hear the words my damaged heart whispers into my ear.
A plea for me to cut away all the ties of this world and to curl up with the only one I know means peace.. Me.
But, my brain is intent on interrupting those thoughts. It has its own need to manipulate the feelings swirling inside of me. It has its own agenda, one where it leaves me standing over a ledge overlooking my own downfall. stranded and wondering,
why do I tear myself down? because my mind tells me to.
the words that wiggle themselves down my eardrums have one and only one goal in mind. and that is to torture me for the rest of my time.
and it’s working.
a storm is brewing within my head. Rain and hail beat down on my brain like they’re the hands and my brain is the drum.
the sound it makes is enough to bring a man to his knees.
a beautiful masterpiece at the price of a life.
but I guess that’s okay because that life never mattered anyways.
or so my mind tells me.
who am I to listen to, when both want me dead? A heart that is tired of beating? Or mind that is tired of thinking?
(Either way, I’m *******.)
I wrote this based off of a picture and I wish you his could see it .. but I’m in the process of launching my blog and I will have ALL of my recent poetry on there ..