We were placed inside a glass fortress
Dull knives were all we were given Expected to know how to survive We attempted to carve our way out To leave a mark of any kind Desperation flooded our insides What will we do if we never make it How will the world ever know of our existence Right above our righteous heads The sun flooded in Yet we remained oblivious To warmth it gave The light it provided The life it created The sun was above us all along The fortress was never sealed We were far too busy trying to leave our mark We could never see There was an escape all along Into reality
the raven quoth "nevermore" and croaked himself horse for Lady Macbeth while the crow is an omen of doom or a messenger carrying secrets for the gods but if i saw one of these blackened birds in solitude i doubt i could tell which it was
Will it feel the same way
If I give you a poem today? The same as the day I first conveyed. Will you fall in love with me again? Will you believe that it's me and you Until the end? Can we revive the butterflies, the withered flowers, And the nights of thoughts and dreams ? Can I hold your hand again ? Without promises or wishes, I am simply the man you once sought. The man who gives you love, And not colorful leashes. Will that be possible? I will give you some time. Will your heart be able? To give a chance to this heart of mine?
I have to make them proud
but I don't know where i doubt They make sacrifices for me but all I do is to let them down I always endeavour not to hurt them but it's me because of whom they cry. Maybe I am cursed to make their life miserable Maybe I am a loser who is destined to fail forever Maybe I should stop giving them hope Maybe I should move out from their lives I'm hopeless, I'm empty, I'm broke, I am faithless, I'm vain, I'm a failure. Just for once i wanted to hear them saying that they feel proud because of me but maybe I'm their doomed son and just like me my dreams will also be in vain...
on my back surrounded by the beauteous and magnificent i had intended on being absorbed immersed softened; instead that which i carry proved too distracting to ignore i did not see the grace of the clouds watching only in hope that it might drift away with them; dismayed to see only cirrus and cirrocumulus and neither looked strong enough to bear the weight i could not feel the warmth of the sand instead focused on burying attempting to crush and blend it to a fine grain but it would not breakdown; its bulk remained providing neither comfort not support i was not worthy of the calming embrace of the sea saw no point in making an offering to the waves only for it to be rejected and returned by the tide; the swell spitting at my feet in dismissal noticing the sun hiding its face i packed up my belongings making sure not to leave anything behind; all that i had carried would return with me
and then i like to turn off the lights let the moon and instinct guide me swallowed by the dark there is no path to choose only chance; blind luck balancing upon the finest of lines eyes will adapt to the pitiful offering of the clouded crescent but there is neither enough silvery light nor confidence to be sure of safety for long in the enveloping darkness anxiety rises fear overpowers and faith in the self becomes questionable; headlights are flicked on again in panicked haste as the road and its obstacles become clear once more i am left wondering if i truly believed i could navigate without the help being offered or if i simply wanted to force myself into failure
I stand here at the doors of a strange land
Being bid farewell by the parting band Behind me the bridge burnt by me I seek the keys to my destiny I look at the rubble called past Ahead apprehension and opportunities are cast Failure, hurt and envy are pitted Against the edifice I hope to build
When you first fail,
you learn to fear When you fear, you continue to fail When you fear to fail, you learn nothing When you fail to fear, you’ve learned everything.