You cannot survive on dreams of hope
You must have hopes to dream,
Dreams to survive.

You've become my light.
Hopes and future in sight.
You want me and I want you back.
Don't be so easily diluted.

You want want want.
So hard I've tried tried tried.
If its me you really want.
Understand I cease to be me.
If I'm yours stringent and exclusive.
In a vacuum don't suffocate me.
Let me breathe let us thrive.

I am a whole person outside of your clutch.
Its who you fell in love with.
Don't change me. Don't leave me.
All because I need to be me.

Poets** were put on this earth to suffer because without it where would our thoughts come we thrive under hard times when life leaves you breathing nothing but sulfur but when in serenity we find we finally unwind and calm our troubled minds until the rug is pulled from under our feet down back to the deep we venture writing of sorrow surviving for the serenity to return to our world again

Fill my cup
     with your scent
   Let me drown
           in your essence
               I'm dying
           of thirst
And you're the only
      sustenance
On which
      I can thrive
   And finally
        *Feel alive

I never want to be happy again:

If it means I'll see my friends
laugh and smile
and be loved and in love.

If it means I'll see my family
love and live
and be happy and together.

If it means I'll see all those around me
enjoy and thrive
and live and conquer.

I'd give up my life,
to see those around
thrive and be happy,
because I don't understand
how to be happy.

-r.y.s

It will be interesting to see-
The end of days.
When the sun is blocked out of the sky
And havoc will encompass the earth,
Will I be the one trying to find the light?
Or will I be the bacteria
Thriving in the darkness?

Tread not on empty ground,
For the skies may stretch across
And the grass may abound upon the earth,
But you'll not thrive in the desert lost.

From unkown we reached here
To unkown we will go
Living just to watch and hear
Till it's become like a kind of law !

Successful in narrating our history to our children
What history could do if we kept our heads buried in the sand ?!
Registering events " where and when "
" with you we'll thrive " , how to be a climber without hands ?!

" For the future , work today "
But it's like telling a blinder :
" walk alone along the way ! "

Years passed and days come
Yet, we underestimate the significance of time
We weren't born to live as dumps
But to work our minds to reach the prime !