Imagine living a second life
Everything is a repeat of the first
All the scars gained
All the emotional loss
Everything you do is already predetermined
Without a ounce of might to change fates roll
The dice rolls on 0 and luck becomes non existant
That would terrify me.

All the people i have met
All the mistakes i have made
Honestly i wouldn't want to meet them a second time
To be the same failure i was the first time around
Is a unforgivable act in my eyes
Cruel with words and a heart of sorrow
A temperament that couldn't be worse than the devils
A second go of life would only be torture.

Yet giving up a second chance to see her again
Despite knowing what happens next
Maybe it's the heart that's tortured
Or maybe it's my selfishness despite my love
I wouldn't be able to face her the same
Knowing glass breaks
Promises broken to carry her away from her misfortune
What would be the point if all of it would end up
For naught it would be no better than all the failures
Of the past.
When he stopped in the middle of the road and ran into the woods, returning with a daffodil for me and said, "It reminded me of you."

I think that was the exact moment it hit me.

He saw me as bright as the sun, while I saw my reflection as shades of midnight, and I knew I had met my other half.

And I keep that same daffodil dried on my shelf as a reminder to always be his sun, so our love will never burn out.
On the edge of the shore I stood,
the waves hitting my feet roughly,
the wind being jealous.

Far on my left side,
was a lighthouse standing mightily,
unbothered by the waves and the wind
that were fighting for its attention.

Standing mightily, in spite of being alone,
like it was waiting for someone,
for something to happen.

The lights tell otherwise,
they were always flashing brutally,
like telling people not to come close,
like warning them they'd get hurt if they come close.

It looks blue,
with the colors that started to fade
on every side.

How does it feel to be a lighthouse?
Standing on the edge of two worlds,
with the waves crashing, with the wind blowing,
when the tide rises, when the tide falls.

Does it ever get tired?
Aishah Feb 14
did you ever
truly love anyone

or are you just here
to claw out at the
hearts of other people

because you yourself
is heartless
Evangelia Feb 11
When I'm with you

Sky is not the limit
00:00 isn't midnight

When I'm with you

No place exists
No time goes by

We're just lost
To galaxies and beyond

In the right direction.
Time stops with you.
Amoy Feb 12

The burning sensation of those word were hard to digest
Sorrow, Tear, How ugly can I be
Black is Beauty I say…to whom they say

Midnight! Midnight!.. you are as dark as Midnight
I'm haunted by those words, As they stuck to me like fresh sap from a tree..
I’m drowning, I’m drowning, I can’t get free, those words will forever trail me..

They trailed me; they jarred me, Blackie Tutu! Blackie Tutu!
How can kids be so cruel using skin color as a tool
I held my own and stayed cool for I knew has long I was in this school my fate was doom.

Pickey-Pickey! head was the melody of the song
I listened allowing the word to sink into my soul
The beat made me sick and I knew this one would also stick
I Looked up to the sky wondering why
No! No! No! Woman don’t cry
Be an African and hold your pride…

Hands by my side, I held my head up high
I found the fight within me, Stone faced Killer bee
I faced the music and it set me free
On the attack I had them flee…using word to conquer thee
I carried on knowing freedom wasn’t free and then
Like bolt of lightning it occurred me  
To defeat them I had to BELIEVE in ME
Abhra Paul Feb 6
I realise you were always enough,
But I walked away and tore us apart,
Because no one deserves a crumbling heart.
Pagan Paul Feb 5

The unknown depths call out to me
promising oceans of tranquility,
so let me slip down silently
'neath the waves of a midnight sea.
Addicted to this supplicant swoon,
witnessed only by the waxing moon,
the descent into a liquid room,
as Sirens wail their plangent tune.
Surfing out the softest of tides,
'pon the crest of love my being rides,
to where the deepest of feelings reside.
I sink with ease most graciously.
So let me slip down silently
'neath the waves of a midnight sea.

© Pagan Paul (04/02/18)
sindy Feb 2
Tonight I feel like writing, nothing comes. I am getting out of track.

I follow my head and my heart is crying. I keep myself focus at work and keep reaping in my head that everything will be OK. But that's just for my head, mid time I feel my heart crying.

I hate this feeling so much.
It's 1 am on a Friday, I worked all night, I can't sleep.
Midnight is the free festival of bright ideas
This is the time my side of the world sleeps
When bold and brilliant ideas suffers insomnia
Courtesy of the time zone, a victim of yesterday.
My side of the world is asleep momentarily
Yet the mind eyes of those awake deeply sleeps.  
Some sleepless nights can be progressive nights,
And though the mind eyes suffer defeat,
The reserved army of neurons have lights
With powerful beams to make outputs great.
And just because the ensuing battle looms
It doesn't mean the insomnia demon has won.
This is only a pause in momentum, call it a recess
Oh you renown nemesis of night ravens
Why do you torment me and impede my progress?
Now brace yourself for battle, it's time for revenge.

A lot of things happens at night..for some, it can be a period of battle.
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