When did we become soldiers instead of human beings Game pieces instead of flesh and bone When did we become so consumed by hate Seeking vengeance against those who just want to live their lives When did our purpose become so blurred Our faith sealed in a blood oath to die in pain and agony When did we close our eyes to the truth Allowing lies and deceit to corrupt our way of living Oh society, When did we become this A pile of empty husk desperately clinging onto polluted air Lost in a barbaric way of thinking as what makes us human slowly disappear
It's amazing how I call myself a poet A master of words Able to bend and warp them in ways you cannot even begin to fathom But when I look at you, my mind reverts back to that of a toddler Unable to comprehend what is happening right before his very eyes It is as if your beauty transcends reality Trapping me in this dream state with only one goal in mind Making you mine until the end of time So even when I open my eyes, I could relive the moment your smile lit up the night skies
in the soundtrack of my story, there exists a lone percussionist... and he plays to fit the demands of passing moments.
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to the calm he plays steady. in uncertainty he hastens. he matches the ticks of seconds when all is quiet, and he thunders to crescendoes and climaxes.
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in the symphony of my life there exists a lone percussionist... and he resides unseen in my chest.
Time, We never seem to have enough So we gaze upon the forbidden skies, lost, confused Unaware we are desperately clinging onto silence Waiting, for when time meets its tragic demise
So I don't have a title for this poem yet and open to suggestions
The night was young. The moon had traversed, but only a minuscule fraction of the sky.
Between the stars was quiet... And the breeze gentle. Waves weren't angry and they caressed the shore with unspoken affection.
Ripples in the water took their time riding the surface - harnessing, carrying each piece of the moon. Whispering to each other in a silent pact. With plans to spread the shards of silver as far as they could; before gifting it to the next batch of carriers.
If the moon exploded into a million tiny pieces, that was what it would look like - confetti of silver and white strewn over a large black cloth that's gently flailing in the wind.
A spectacle of unwavering continuity... Beauty and grandeur in such tender unrest...
"It's time for me to leave. They say if you love something..set it free..if it comes back then it was meant to be... I love you with all my heart..But this is a goodbye"
He loves you so much that he's willing to let you go He's taking a huge leap of faith right now But you're to blind to see that he cares about you, He truly loves you He puts you're happiness above his He's the most selfless person you've met But you're too blind to see it...Too blind to see his effort* You don't realize that you have to take that leap of faith too.. if you truly love him No matter how badly it might hurt No matter how scared you are Sometimes when you *truly love someone you just have to jump And trust you'll fly with them ............
