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Where did the last leaves go?
when the winter crept;
weren't they blanketed by the snow
or were they feasted upon by frost?
Either way I've lost track of them.

If I turn over a new leaf,
am I neglecting the ground work
i laid the past ones out on?
Would I be dishonouring those
that have fallen?
will everything up to this point
now lose its relevance, because
time permits its time to drop old
blueprints for fresh leaves?

What if i'm not ready?
What if I still value the progression
of the elder ones?
What if despite seeing those
old designs bleed amber and red
I can still see green?

Times, seasons and things may change
but even from the beginning
of a calendar year;
What is old can be new again,
Those old leaves becoming new ones,
every time I remember to grow
my ambitions with the ideas
ingrained and well rooted within
old desires.
Those are I hope; the last new leaves
I'll ever have to turn.
SamBee Dec 2016
clouds in sky - sweeping
what does it mean to be wind?
where will I go next?
Nathan Dec 2016
Point me too the person who can't break my heart.

Simple, but tragically

I'm afraid you can't
ordained Dec 2016
church for the nonbeliever
sainthood for the irredeemable soul
i feel hands around my throat and breathe thanks to god
i feel fire in my belly and say his name like a chaser
my hands are raw with sins and holy water stings them like salt in an open wound
no longer the god-fearing seven year old in a white dress at his feet
i look to records for the religion i've lost
pray for sanity and forgiveness in the blank moments filled with music and nothing else
they have consumed me
i beg god for motivation and ambition so i can fulfill his image of me
but in his radio silence i wonder if he's finally done
if there is one sin too many,
one prayer too insincere
has he forgotten me as i have myself?
too many questions and not enough answers
so i get high and listen to songs about losing faith
and i sleep and wake up again
still wondering if
i have any faith at all, and
if i do then when my will deliverance come
in answered prayers and cups runneth-ing over
and ashes in a cross on my forehead
my mother says i'm no longer who i was
and i laugh and tell myself to bite my lip and swallow my tears
i know
a lost soul, a wandering and wondering little girl
that is who i am, who i was, and who i will die as
so i pour another shot and hope for the best in the end
god will come through
even if i don't know if i believe in him
Winter Sparrow Dec 2016
We march.
Broken.
Devestated.
Deprived.
Unaware of our destination.

So as an act
Of bravery,
Of sadness or
Of fear.

But all we do,
Everywhere we go
We still need a purpose
We still need our motivation

To escape and live
To re start and re gain
To achieve and destroy
To become and to forget.

But till we find our destination,
We try to die,
We try to intoxicate
But lack to be remembered after death.

We march
For nothing
For the faded
For the shattered
For a forgotten cause
Aaron LaLux Dec 2016
The King’s Conundrum

Every castle crumbles,
every rise has it’s fall,
every king eventually dies,
no matter how great the life is he lives,

and all the jewels that rest in his crown,
can’t be taken with him when he’s gone,
because everything in this material world that matters now,
will be worthless when Kingdom Comes,

he’s on his throne,
he’s the king of the hill,
but he feels all alone,
because the pyramid gets smaller the higher you go,

while everyone watches the throne,
some with respite and some with respect,
as the ultimate answers stay evasive,
but the ultimate question continues to beg…

As a king what will you leave here once you’ve gone?

What will be your legacy?

How will you be remembered?

What will be your gift to this world?

After the fall when it all falls down,
what will you leave for society other than an empty body?

After all,
you owe everything you have in this existence to this world,

and you have a lot,
you’ve accumulated more than one man could ever spend in a lifetime,
and a lifetime is exactly how much time you’ve got,
and time is running out faster every day tick tock tick tock,

it doesn’t matter how much treasure you’ve got,
you can’t take any of it with you,
and herein lies the fundamental question,
what will you do with all of your immeasurable treasures when you’re gone?

And this my dear friend,
is the king’s conundrum.

Because the more you have,
the more you lose,
the more you make,
the greater the divide with what you can take.

Because you can take nothing,
except for maybe a few memories,
so what will you choose to do with what you leave behind,
what do you want the people to think when they remember he?

He as in you,

honestly,
what are you going to do,
now that you see,
that the more you make the more you’ll lose…

Choose,
wisely great king,
for God,
and the people are both watching,

so what will you leave,
for future generations to view and use,
and that my dear friend is the ultimate question,
but it’s a question that ultimately can only be answered by you,

so seriously,
what will you do?

because every castle crumbles,
every rise has it’s fall,
every king eventually dies,
no matter how great the life is he lives,

and all the jewels that rest in his crown,
can’t be taken with him when he’s gone,
because everything in this material world that matters now,
will be worthless when Kingdom Comes,

he’s on his throne,
he’s the king of the hill,
but he feels all alone,
because the pyramid gets smaller the higher you go,

while everyone watches the throne,
some with respite and some with respect,
as the ultimate answers stay evasive,
but the ultimate question continues to beg…

As a king what will you leave here once you’ve gone?..

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

The Holy Trilogy Vol. 1; available worldwide
Waiting4TheStop Dec 2016
Gal?
Pal?
Wait, what now?
How?

Bound to get some questions from this, some hate; a backlash. The funny side of this is my middle name can basically be a backslash.

Some will say I don't have to mention.
Others will say I'm doing it for attention.

I'm doing it because I don't know.
I'm putting my confusion fully on show.
Whoohoo! Yippie! Let's go!

I don't have to be shy.
So what? Sometimes, I feel pretty much, like a guy
Perhaps, the majority will stigmatise.
For you see, my gender does not fit into a pretty little box, at least not in society’s eyes
(C) 2016
Sarah Steck Nov 2016
Trapped in a body
That isn't mine
I don't recognize
Myself, anymore
Long hair- hate it
Make up- dread it
But still I dress up
Go along with the act
I can't tell anyone
Or my life will go
To shreds
Mazen Edlibi Nov 2016
I'm tired of searching for meanings!
I'm tired of questioning my feelings!
I'm sick of justifying my sayings!
I'm jaded of trying to find reason for silly things!
                        I ask you people!!
What makes simplicity removed from your dictionary!
What makes life equal to death!
What makes innocence equal to drama!
What makes Love equal to naivety!

When there is no answers to those questions.....

Then....

Clumsiness is a clue!!!!
Àŧùl Oct 2016
Tu Chaahe, Tu Chaahe, Ya Na,
(Whether you wish or don’t,)
Main Jiyunga, Haan Main, Jiyunga.
(I will live, yes I will.)

Jeewan Ka Har Maza,
(Each fun of life,)
Main Ji Bhar Ke Lutaunga,
(I will enjoy wholly,)
Tune Diya Hai Jo Dand,
(The punishment which you have given,)
Main Karunga Ise Bhang.
(I will dismiss it.)
Tu Chaahe, Tu Chaahe, Ya Na,
(Whether you wish or don’t,)
Main Jiyunga, Haan Main, Jiyunga.
(I will live, yes I will.)

Tu Chaahe, Tu Chaahe, Ya Na,
(Whether you wish or don’t,)
Main Kab Jiyunga, Kab Main Jiyunga.
(When will I live, When will I live.)
Jeewan Mein Kya Maza,
(What fun life would be,)
Bin Tere Jo Bitaunga.
(If at all I stop believing in you.)

Woh Jeena Kya Jeena,
(Would that be a life at all,)
Har Pal ** Jab Saza!
(When each moment I spend is a punishment!)

To Tu Chhaaja, Haan Tu Chhaaja,
(So be the shade over me, yes please,)
Main Phir Jiyunga, Haan Main Jiyunga.
(I will live again, yes I will.)
Tu Chhaaja, Haan Tu Chhaaja,
(Be the shade over me, yes please,)
Phir Main Jiyunga, Haan Main, Jiyunga. (And then I’ll live again.)
The lyrics to my Tu Chaahe song

Modification to an original composition called 'Tu Aaye' by me.

I made this modification after my life threatening accident.

HP Poem #1229
©Atul Kaushal
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