I dream of a day!, everyday,
I don't know who far the day is,
but i dream of that day everyday.
The day where the lone shadow that lays behind me no longer lies aloof.
The day where my voice no longer echoes through the hollow walls.
The day where the song of my heart is heard.
The day where my words finally make sense.
The day where i salvage my soul from the ruins of my past.
The day where i finally find myself.
I dream for that day!, Everyday.
and i know that you too, dream of that Day.
No amount words can ever truly console a heart that lays weary of itself.
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What keeps me holding onto my old self,
preventing me from casting it into past swells?
Something detested, adored, hymned too,
haunted, cancer ridden, inflamed, grieving
and torn- yet beloved, pulled forward
into an ocean of tomorrow and tomorrow’s
swimming to hope or drowning in hopelessness,
never knowing where my forgiveness exists
or where my identity will be marooned,
my crueler self will beach
and be rescued or
die in the unlit sun.
an autumn bear
A box of rusted feelings hides in the salvaged yard of my mind.
Jagged sorrows and broken promises surround the dismembered machinery,
forgotten and guarded.
The old dog with his once beastly growl, no longer cares who leaves or stays.
The dirt below, slowly pulling
forming his final resting place.
Shabby parts like tired looks rot under thunderstorms of powering weather.
Torn threads like once relationships, patched and torn asunder
The Stacks pile high, a top the years of mistakes
The box slowly sinks
heaving more and more heartbreaks
A metaphor for the pain we pile up
Welcome to the informational age
We're enjoy the world of technology
Never felt this modern world could emerge
Magical world with braveness and courage.
Welcome to the social media age
As everything we do is on page
We live like birds in a cage
It makes us falling into a rage.
Welcome to the insane and madness age
To make headlines,create a **** sweet savage
Can't believe we're on this stage
But we are still holding our grudge.
Welcome to the sweetest scientific age
Your reputation,you better manage
Like passenger manage it, as your luggage
Saving it, save safe from the salvage.
every footstep taken
sinks slightly more
into this marshland, into life
can i cast my hand out
and have her catch it
or will even the attempt
be yet another misstep
Have you ever seen a bird of prey
Flying high above the sky so blue
Even this heat that enduring the day
Waiting to meet the bird of prey
Up above little they known
With no problem nor struggle as they flown
Dancing like naked indians as i lay
As i wait for the bird of prey
Minutes gone by and he land beside me
Helping me with my suffering
Thinking it as a God wanting to feed me
Save me bird of prey save me
The bird move closer
As my vision gone blunder
Pain shook my skin and water surrounds my body
Oh thank you for being death bird of prey