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  Feb 2015 Wesley Dotson
ryn
You are the light
That hides below the horizon
I await humbly for your rays
To illuminate this darkened season

You are the beacon
That would build me anew
Equip me with newfound notions
When dreams and hopes are far and few

You are the air
Of a fresh new start
Allowing this body another chance
At retrieving a brand new heart

You are the opportunity
Held my breath for far too long
Soon be granted to live again
And choose the right from the wrong

You are the day
Like many have too often said
Due to arrive after tonight
And embrace me as I laid in bed

You are the tomorrow
The promise of my brand new day
But there have been many tomorrows
That have come and gone away

You are my tomorrow
My future, bearing much needed balm
Maybe tomorrow I may finally realise
**That you would never ever come
Wesley Dotson Feb 2015
They were made,
Once love,
Now fade,
Again they face
The pen,
Now afraid.
Wesley Dotson Feb 2015
How Pokémon
Hurt themselves
Out of confusion.
You know,
Until I was
Confused.
Wesley Dotson Feb 2015
That the time flies by
And when everything catches my eye
Did you think I wouldn't see you
With that other guy?

Here's the reason why
We'd never be together,
When you picture forever
You think two
But together isn't forever
*If it's only me and you.
  Feb 2015 Wesley Dotson
Javaria Waseem
He has an ache to be something,
a fire inside him that's burning.
He's struggling for the unknown.
He sees no future, he sees no hope.
Still he's struggling for an undefined goal.
And it may sound stupid and seem vain
but trust me when I tell you that he's going to make it.
Someday, maybe not today.
But someday he'll be known by his name;
the guy who never gave up,
a guy who earned it.
A guy who did it even when he turned blind.
A guy who surpassed everything with a smile.

He's struggling
and he'll emerge as the first ray of light
that sends away the darkness
giving the little bud a new life.
For a friend. :)
  Feb 2015 Wesley Dotson
The Noose
Ecstasy seeped into vena
The purloin of senses
The profuse thud of a heart
On edge
Igniting bedlam
Doused in consequence
Of a shattery bliss.*


18/08/2014
Vena - veins (Latin)
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