Those Sunny days Nights with pleasant dreams Gloomy days Lonesome nights Beaming light Heartfelt rainy nights Heavy disheartening mornings Haunting nightfall Patchy light Unsteady darkness Hide tide Low tide The feelings stewed towards Others What bittersweet seasons
It was a gloomy night, I remember it now like it was yesterday, No stars shone for they were out of sight, Quiet on her perch she swayed.
She always sang to me the sweetest tunes, As a reward for reading her one of her favorite stories, Who knew this would have been the last time that I would have seen her underneath the moon, Where she has gone will always be an unsolved mystery.
I soon learn how to move on, Both for her and for me, Even though in my sorrows , pains and griefs, I know that my little nightingale is free.
Should darkness overwhelm me to the last And cruel winds and frozen raindrops fall We all would see, we all would feel the blast; And O dear me and others wouldest stall. Like hatred, mocking, and course jesting too No one shouldst have to face this, nay, not one, Though on they go molesting me and you With this and more until the last deed done. But all around the voice of others weep And me and others listen to their cries; For some awaiteth death approaching deep For others, life moves on and fam'ly ties. But how I long for peace to spread on earth And like the dawn of springtime's sweet new birth.
I would like to say that I am not selfish but I would be wrong I think we are all born this way and before you disagree with me Think about it.... We are all constantly in the Pursuit of Happiness We want to escape from whatever is making us unhappy or suffering No one wants to be miserable (all the time) There are lots of ways to do this There are many choices out there Even when you are thinking of others It is of some benefit to you because making others happy Makes yourself happy This is just the way I see it I know some will disagree and that is okay It doesn't make us bad people To want to be happy It just makes us human
As i stare through my glass window, I see your face; sun-kissed, Your eyes match the sunrise that i admire so much. All is still. A silent breeze disturbs the movement, As the sun says goodbye for the day.
Again I see your face, All is clear now, What I am looking at, A vast reflection of what i used to be. I was like the sunrise, People couldn't wait until I was " Up in the sky," But now they treat me like the sunset, As beautiful as i am in the sky, They can't wait until i drift down (out of sight).
There is no I without Me There is no Me without Others Others highlight Me Uniqueness defines Me from Others Others create someone in Me Those are connected with Me are Others Some stay and some leave At the end of Me,no Others would join Me No joining of Me when others walk away Only one thing remains true No Me or Others but only We!