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In the dark of the night I sleep The day tires, exhaustion does creep. But I wake, as the mind races It does not rest, it goes places. Cascading thoughts of years gone by, Of years to come, I worry, cry. I think of those happy around And how I always wear a frown How, when they can converse with glee It is when I’m quiet that I’m free. The past consumes, it hurts, I bleed Deep inside, I know what I need. Mistakes made, pride before a fall Catastrophic, I can’t stand tall Only to me it seems that way They say, “Move on!”, but I just pray For strength to exist, to not fail Yet again amidst wind and hail. So I hide, I don’t speak to them Those who bear my monstrous emblem. I read, I’m told, of self-esteem That’s what I see in waking dreams. Envy, anger, sadness I spout Company I can’t do without It makes one feel weak. Who am I? A girl who waits but doesn’t try? One who turns off lights to see dark? Or one who tries to make a mark? We’re all worn pieces of fabric Pristine, glorious, woven magic Of frayed threads, of holes, botched stitches Some, stories from rags to riches. We do not know when it will end We don’t know what the fates will send. Life’s the course we take to finish Our fine cloth without a blemish Perfect it may seem from afar But It is made from many scars. The past made us who we are now Bid goodbye to it with a bow For it made us strong, made us strive Again, once more, to try and thrive. I will no longer let it rule Forget the girl I was in school Ignore my self-deprecation Omit the failed conversations. I will not let them define me Fallen leaves of my standing tree. Long-lost dreams fade, new ones begun The mind's made up, I'll have some fun. Long road to travel, things to do Hard work smartly done with a clue. Music's gentle hand guides my way My only light in the dark days. Smiles, laughter, speech with confidence I'll try and lace them with good sense. Perhaps the God above knows well Things he won't explicitly tell He'll shine in places we can't view Clearing our way in unknown queues. Giving strength when we do feel weak Oiling our machines to no creak. With that faith, I will move some more Finding new paths, opening doors. The future’s mine, I’ll make it right My life, in the dark of the night.
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 4:15 PM UTC
Marya0324
In the dark of the night
In the dark of the night I sleep The day tires, exhaustion does creep. But I wake, as the mind races It does not rest, it goes places. Cascading thoughts of years gone by, Of years to come, I worry, cry. I think of those happy around And how I always wear a frown How, when they can converse with glee It is when I’m quiet that I’m free. The past consumes, it hurts, I bleed Deep inside, I know what I need. Mistakes made, pride before a fall Catastrophic, I can’t stand tall Only to me it seems that way They say, “Move on!”, but I just pray For strength to exist, to not fail Yet again amidst wind and hail. So I hide, I don’t speak to them Those who bear my monstrous emblem. I read, I’m told, of self-esteem That’s what I see in waking dreams. Envy, anger, sadness I spout Company I can’t do without It makes one feel weak. Who am I? A girl who waits but doesn’t try? One who turns off lights to see dark? Or one who tries to make a mark? We’re all worn pieces of fabric Pristine, glorious, woven magic Of frayed threads, of holes, botched stitches Some, stories from rags to riches. We do not know when it will end We don’t know what the fates will send. Life’s the course we take to finish Our fine cloth without a blemish Perfect it may seem from afar But It is made from many scars. The past made us who we are now Bid goodbye to it with a bow For it made us strong, made us strive Again, once more, to try and thrive. I will no longer let it rule Forget the girl I was in school Ignore my self-deprecation Omit the failed conversations. I will not let them define me Fallen leaves of my standing tree. Long-lost dreams fade, new ones begun The mind's made up, I'll have some fun. Long road to travel, things to do Hard work smartly done with a clue. Music's gentle hand guides my way My only light in the dark days. Smiles, laughter, speech with confidence I'll try and lace them with good sense. Perhaps the God above knows well Things he won't explicitly tell He'll shine in places we can't view Clearing our way in unknown queues. Giving strength when we do feel weak Oiling our machines to no creak. With that faith, I will move some more Finding new paths, opening doors. The future’s mine, I’ll make it right My life, in the dark of the night.
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What is the point of living When you have boundaries hindering on your way, When freedom has been snatched away, When your wings have been cut off When you can't fly. What is the point of living When you have to hide In your lonely burrow When you can't keep your past aside, Or move on to another direction, When you fake happiness Just live life with simple deception? What is the point of living When you don't go out to search Search for happiness 'Cause it doesn't come to meet you You have to reach it It won't take you by the hand And propose to you You have to stop bending knees In front of the gloom And do the same to tranquility For then your heart will bloom. What is the point of living When you die with that heavy weight in you? It's better to start forgiving Yourself 'Cause you've lived your past once Don't let it ruin you By thinking about it infinite times Instead, Just think about the future Think about how the world will look like When everything's changed Think about how you will see life With the eyes or your parents Think about how twisted the path can be When you continue to move on it And how these twist have changed you And how you won't regret it.
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
its-crimson
What is the point of living?
What is the point of living When you have boundaries hindering on your way, When freedom has been snatched away, When your wings have been cut off When you can't fly. What is the point of living When you have to hide In your lonely burrow When you can't keep your past aside, Or move on to another direction, When you fake happiness Just live life with simple deception? What is the point of living When you don't go out to search Search for happiness 'Cause it doesn't come to meet you You have to reach it It won't take you by the hand And propose to you You have to stop bending knees In front of the gloom And do the same to tranquility For then your heart will bloom. What is the point of living When you die with that heavy weight in you? It's better to start forgiving Yourself 'Cause you've lived your past once Don't let it ruin you By thinking about it infinite times Instead, Just think about the future Think about how the world will look like When everything's changed Think about how you will see life With the eyes or your parents Think about how twisted the path can be When you continue to move on it And how these twist have changed you And how you won't regret it.
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