I am the warm touch of Springs breeze,
bright rainbow of Summers rain,
harmonious colours of Autumns leaves,
purity of Winters snow,
I am fragile human soul.
People tend to only thing about their body or career and usually forget about the beauty of our souls.
Don't forget to water your roots.
So your soul can bloom.
So today I realized
That she already stole my heart
She can hurt me whenever she likes
I am at her mercy
you hurt others
in an attempt
to save yourself
from that first
When I met her I knew she was a sleepless night in the making.
She lays on a bed fit for mortals,
but the moon places a halo on her head as she sleeps.
I curse my eyes,
as acidic darkness clings to her skin
and eats at my ability to see her at peace.
Seventeen years of life
and I still have yet to realize:
that being a sucker for insomniacs is not good for me.
In the age of
Idiocracy and oblivion
What you believe in
Who you believe in
Make them see
Make them listen
Make them realize
You are a piece of life
On par with them
Start spreading those wings
Breathe in - if you need
Intend to fly, at the very least
Keep pushing yourself.
I have come to realize that the hardest thing
to do is not picking out an option from two that
are very similar in nature, but rather putting myself first.
Ever darkening the trees slowly take the sun.
Ever thickening the trees surely rule this trail.
Ever freighting trees making you have to run.
Ever attacking trees start causing you to flail.
Ever persisting they will do all that it takes.
Ever exhausting you soon fall from their wrath.
Ever defraying all of your major mistakes.
Ever realizing this was indeed the wrong path.
Before you lose yourself, hopefully you'll notice you're on the wrong path
How will you see?
How will you measure me?
Because all I do is state the truth
Truths of life and death; truths
Of fairylands and ruthless errands
So, how will you see
If I truly am being me
The scale I play within
Is just too broad for any accurate measurements
I worry then
Will you ever be able to see
A fact too obvious; a fact so sly:
Two distinct truths, when put together
Are still a lie.
A confession; The gaping holes you see, aren't really imaginary.