What is music to thine heart
A smiling embrace that never parts
Or a name given to the melodies of life
A comforting sound that eases O' petty strife
Perhaps a beat that never stops
Or a tune that ties us into knots
I know not what music is or was
Only that it was, is, and 'twill always be

Life goes on with a daily dawn
No time to make a single yawn
Many decades have sadly gone
Still, no leisure time is born
Head despite pillows has thorn
To be calm, my soul, I warn
Due to losses, heart is torn
For past debacles, fate, I scorn
I hope during night and morn
But, life is to fear a meek pawn
Rarely, mind, peace does adorn
As, my heart, it tries to ****
Heart tirelessly tries to wisely horn.

mvvenkataraman

You've got some real nerve thinking we could be friends again,
And I've got a real problem telling right from wrong again,
I think I stood strong, you still wouldn't admit you were wrong,
I understand I was harsh, but don't forget how you led me on,
You threw me away and ruined what we had,
After you found more strife in another man,
Now I'm ****** up, because you couldn't keep your legs shut,
I know you'll try and talk to me again this year,
But this time, I might legitimately give a ****.

She tells you there is a hurricane inside my head
And how my pupil is not the eye of the storm

Agitation creeps underneath the layers of my skin
She is sure that I am trouble (or troubled)

Obviously, I am a thief in the night
I am stealing you away, after all

And she explains to your sister that I am the wolf in sheepskin
Just waiting to devour

I tell her I don’t understand what it is I did wrong
She tells me to exam myself once more and recalculate all my flaws

Rip my heart out.
Let me die a ****** death drenched in the red juice.
That is the juice of life.
I don't need to be loved for a day,
I need to be  love for a life time!
I need a Goddess to submit to or a God to commit to.
So what do I do?
Submission is the only form of control.
I will submit to love.
I will submit to life.
Don't give me a day!
I will submit to strife

A soldiers life
is full of strife
but what keeps him strong
is a soldiers wife

Fed up with your lot?
Focus on what you have got;
Not what you have not

Through trouble and strife
Find the good things in your life;
Concentrate on those.

How strong we can be
Only in adversity  
Can we truly see

Again it has returned.
As I waltz,
Immersed in the flowers of the meadow.
Enveloped entirely in the rays of the sun.
I wander, in wonder,
Peaceful wonder,
Into the cave of evergreen woods.
The rays that once warmed me
Do not reach me there.
As I turned to leave,
Bolting towards the opening I’d entered,
It was deceased.
No Exit.
And that is when I see it.
Its **** yellow eyes fixated on me.
Its body, tar black, stands next to a tree.
Staring.
Sinister.
Its chest, in and out, contracting, shaking slightly
The bush dying at his hands.
Emotionless.
The place is barren of sunlight.
Just the black horned creature,
With **** yellow eyes,
And the single candle that illuminates his face.
Why has he returned?
Did You not take him away?
The ground has clawed onto my feet.
I glance down at them, then back up again.
And suddenly he is there.
Smelling his breath on my face.
His ripped tongue
Slithers out,
Licking the purse of my lips
Ever so slightly.
Breathing.
Staring.
Emotionless.
The pounds of my heart strike their blow and
I crumble.
Crashing towards the ground, where his hooves find rest.
Too weak to fight this battle once again.