I am still standing on two feet...
I'm starting to put on the heat...
I'm planning to fly high...
Into the night sky...
No one will reach me...
I will look around and I will see...
I will forget all the bad things...
And I will fly on my own two wings...
Up in the air, I can laugh into the wind...
I will leave my sorrows behind...
No heavy rock on my back...
No more things which I lack...
Some people won't notice that I'm not there...
Some people might see that I'm not to be found anywhere...
But I can't really care...
Because I'm here...
I'll come to you,
and you'll hate me.
you would like to have it rough,
but i can't understand
all the tough years that are gone,
weren't they enough?
wasn't it enough to know who you are.
was that time good to be cut
by the shadows of some wrinkled paper like souls,
who only wants to cut and take,
well how can they accept others in.
do you walk, you know by now
the road that leads you onward.
on that road i stand still, I'm waiting.
"keep on going, without returning the silent sting of the destiny.",
those words you said keep me waiting
standing still in the middle of the road,
because i will find love
even in the unknown with my eyes shut.
Life, throws life at you
After you've been down life's path
If your still standing
Brian Hill - 2019 # 152
Are you winning?
I am becoming
stirring the flames that I subdued for you
cultivating the embers
that ate away at my innards
When did I allow
my fangs to produce honey
when venom was what I needed
to stand up for myself?
Too long I’ve tarried
in the shadows
shedding one skin only to don another
caught between a disguise of who I am
and who they want me to be
Esther L. Krenzin
Somewhere in a meadow
Beneath the rows of fielded corn
Between the sky, above a water way
Where a million tiny ears are born
And listening to the winds of voice
To the cackle of crows driving away a hawk
Living there, somewhere amongst a meadow seeded
Are a thousand, growing, listening stalks
All born to stand, but not to walk
It's no crime to stand. Not all are meant to walk.
Is there truly strength in knowing?
I used to think so, so knowingly
When really the strongest person
Is the one who does know, doesn't run
And doesn't worry about such
Time is ticking and passing by
but I, I'm standing still
Everything is going too fast around me
but I, I'm standing still
There are so many ways to move forward
but there is only one way to stand still
One step forward,
but what if this step is the wrong one?
One step back
I'm standing still again
Still as always
afraid to take the wrong step
This is the first one that I wrote.
Do I push your hearts pieces around?
Or just push you away?
I say in times of stubborn spite
Always how I feel each day
Out of mind without you
Needing to get back inside
Smile halts me in my tracks
I can guess the reason its wide
I try granting your wishes
Reveal your greatest desire
Want to see your dreams come true
I then can set each one on fire
My heart is throbbing for you
In time to your pulses rhythm
I leave you in ashes
To blow away narcissism
I am on a path of destruction
Falling into a villains role
I'm sick of murdering hearts
Harshly digging hole after hole
Please save yourself from harm
Go as far as you can
Do not stop until you reach a place
With plenty space between hands
You deserve to have somebody there
Each time you need a hug
To light darkness inside you
The fears that often tug
You are more than a plaything
Why do I treat you as such?
To those watching from the outside
You are a toy within my clutch
One hand grasping your hopes and goals
The other holding confessions
Touch so cold emotions start freezing
Begin to seperate possessions
Somehow I don't feel like I once did
It's beyond understanding
We switched positions stealthily
Now in your place I am standing
Its been a long time coming
But the tables turned around
Cause one of us is going
One of us is going down
on the edge of the forest,
looking out over the cliffs
at the lights littering the skyline
stretching further beyond than she'll ever know
out, out, out into the darkness;
tiny people in tiny houses,
with such tiny lives so full of love.
she is exposed, but so very alone
that it doesn't really matter right now.
amber fur rustles gently in the evening wind,
battle scars scattered across her skin
from every wild animal that ever dared challenge her;
they dare no more.
behind her, things are moving deep within the forest
but she is happy to leave them be -
she knows they will grant her the same courtesy.
there's a cliff somewhere,
on the edge of a forest,
on the edge of the world;
heart torn and beating,
ever watchful and guarding.
nightmares in her sleep
and monsters when she wakes,