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Lightning shatters the noir veil of the heavens
The blasting thunder sounds its trumpets.
Standing like a steeled forest, I brace my soul for the test.

The mountain whispers, the wind sighs
The first question comes.
"What would you do for her?"

I do not speak softly, my heart overflows.
"I'd do anything, even if not possible, I shall try.
Like the seasons of the fields,
Like the trade winds cross the seas,
I shall not tire for her.

Even if my love casts me into utter darkness,
Where even the outcasts will drive me out of their lands,
I will still let surge my fountain of passion,
I will not hinder my emotions, my feelings of tenderness."

The trees moan, the rocks bellow,
The second question comes.
"What is she like?"

My voice cannot be held, my words run loose to the winds.
"Imagine a perfect woman, but still your visions fall short of her.
Even in the knowledge of an omniscient being,
Even in the clear eyes of an innocent child,
She cannot be comprehended, words and thoughts fall away.

Beauty is fleeting, charm remains deceptive
But she exists above beauty, on a level where charm is undeserving.
Her presence, a fire that glows with warm, pleasant heat,
Her existence, a proof that God made people in his image."

The beasts of the sky jeer, the beasts of the lands taunt,
The third question comes.
"Does she love you back?"

I stood in silence.
I froze in muteness.

I exclaim to the lands, to the seas, to the seas, to the skies.
My cry echoes through the ears of the living.
"Do the stars know the earth?
Do they acknowledge its spinning?
We gaze upon the stars, our need for light fall on them.
Our necessities are met by the edges of their auras

She is the fiery star, I am the lonely planet.
I can look into her eyes and find everything I need.
And she may not know me,
And I may get burnt sometimes,
  but I'll still try to pass the test for her heart.
She's passed the test for mine."
I hope someday I'd pass the test.
A dimension of despair, a hall of hate
Ensnared in the eye of it all, a lone soul
Untouched by death, unblessed by life,
A burdened carrier of the weight of reality.

His sweat is crimson blood, his tears are acid.
Skin marred, like landscapes ravaged by war.
Fingers bent, two clusters of gnarled driftwood.
His voice like mountain rock, old and worn by nature.

A spirit lost in his own Great Depression
A nomad of the hourglass,
his time blown away like sand
A puppet master without control of his puppets

I gazed upon his face:
and saw the deep canyons
a path familiar to the tears flowing down his face.
and saw the cracks
that once were filled with a smile.
and saw the scars
that came from promising to take a bullet for her,
and pulling through with that promise
even when she shot the bullet.

I then decided I had spent enough time.
I walked away from the mirror.
Everyone has a plastic mirror.
We wear it like a suit, a cover, a mask.
So that the people who look at us
Only see a fake reflection of who we are inside.
The gunsmoke haze,
The ground's bombed, rattled
I've seen no worse day
Then that night of battle.

I gave my heart,
To the one I trust,
But she tore it apart,
Left it in the dust

But it just kept beating
Love doesn't obey the brain
It just keeps going
Even if hurt by pain

I care too much
I know not defeat
I want her back,
I'm willing to take the heat.

For love is vanity,
If you don't spill your cup,
And at the cost of sanity
I'm not giving you up.
*"Yes, these scars of war
I wonder what they're for
I was trying to love you now,
Just please show me how."*
We study to get good grades,
We get good grades to get into a good college,
We get into a good college to have a good job,
We get a good job to have lots of money,
We get lots of money to make us happy.

So if I'm happy now,
without studying
without getting good grades
without being in a good college
without having a good job
without having lots of money

*Then why must I search for more?
a paradox in life.
Sleepless nights
when I've
laid in
the thick darkness
listening to the
sirens scream
throughout
the city.

Drawn out sleepless
nights ,
nights that I spent
conjuring up
images of better
times.

Sleep deprived
lonely nights,
nights  I spent
counting
someone else's
legless sheep.

Nights I spent
wasting hours
by thinking of
nothing but
the past.
Walking past the somber street
So many dilapidated houses
Once built with dreams and love
Family time and three meals a day
Strengthened the bonding more
Praying together to face life well
Confront the challenges of life
Once the garden filled with laughter
Reminiscent of the holidays
Rolling on the lawns and getting *****
Family time and bonding true
The houses have seen it all
Now only the memories are intact
Lonely residents living in retrospect
Only a passerby, the feelings wrapped me
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