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LossMy body is pounding with fear,
From my eye leaks a single tear,
For I have lost those I hold dear,
And I have no one else,
But one peer.
ReachingHis arms reach out towards her,
Forever reaching but never touching,
His arms remain empty to this day,
Hoping for a love he'll never have.
Keeper Of My HeartTears run cold down my face
My hand lifts up to a final wave
My foot takes an unconsious step forward
My heart is leaving with him
My breath hitches
As I watch him leave
For he will never come back
For I will never look upon him again
Nor will I hear his voice
Or feel my heart
He is the keeper of my heart
Strong and sturdy
Tough and terrifying
I will forever love him
Even though paths will never again link together
SilenceIt is there
When I ask if he still loves me
And the rebounding quiet screams
His unspoken response.
And the occasional reluctant verbal translations:
"I don't want to talk about this"
"We are not having this conversation"
Codify this as the official language of our domestic domain.
"Only silence is spoken here."
It is there
When I ask my child:
"Why have you done this thing?
Endangered yourself, hurt me, hurt others,"
And her reply consists only of a murderous glare.
How dare I break the house rule and speak the forbidden tongue?
And I'm left to wonder if she even cares.
Do my words even matter?
Am I even here at all?
It is there
When my best ideas are offered aloud.
Did I misinterpret the fact that I was elected to this position?
Was it a perception of reticence that was my sole qualification?
My words echo off the walls in the absence of noise that follows,
Meriting nary even an acknowledgment,
Just the deafening roar of soundlessness
Admonishing me for
Breaking this hallowed silence
LoveLove; we all need love in this world,
But God, how do we tell if it's just lust for a girl?
The devil has my mind in a twirl,
Lord, do you feel what I feel?
Can you heal this sick appeal?
You always stop, you try to stop,
But you get addicted.
And when you think you've made on top,
That's when you drop,
It's back to hell; back to reality,
Can't you tell you're a monster loving lustfully?
Once you're done, there's nothing left but emptiness,
Where's this happiness that the media promised?
If only you knew it was a lie, all lie,
There's no love truer than the one in sky.
But why, why do I give in to the lies?
My heart and my mind are at different parts of life,
So God, I pray for that day you come a take my pain away.
Their StoriesI've read so many stories,
yet none appeal to me
I want the weak minded thought's,
I want to know their dreams
I'm sick of strong male characters,
and feisty female minds
I want someone who can't take it,
someone who's lost the fight
I want the truth behind the lies
Not the mask that hides the shy
I want their inner feelings,their core
I want to know their hearts, do they feel remorse?
I want to know their fears, their worries
I need to know who they are, their stories
UnstableHe told her, 'It'll get better.'
And her reply was swift, thought out with a poetic hint, 'Thats what I tell myself. It hasn't. Its because I know and therefore cannot lie to myself. I am sitting with truth and wishing it was a lie.'
He could only sit and stare at his phone for a moment, and became a loss for words. With the reply he gave her, she had said this.
'Love is the incurable instanity that eventually infects us all. And on occasion, it kills.'
Another wordless reply came to greet her.
So Far ForwardIt's those moments,
When someone you used to know
Everything is familiar,
The love that was there, feels odd.
Remember all the times,
Good, and bad.
Though you're unsure if you could ever have more.
It's as if the chapter ended,
And you're wondering,
If they could ever be apart of your novel.
You've gone so much forward,
They're still so far behind.
I did not forgetDon't you remember our stupid fights?
Don't you remember holding my hand?
Don't you remember making me laugh?
Don't you remember hugging me tight?
Did you forget everything that we were?
Did you forget everything that we shared?
Did you forget , did you forget it?
Do you regret having ever meeting me?
Do you regret spending all that time with me?
Do you regret softly kissing me ?
Do you regret, do you regret it?
Light Glazed in DarknessMy heart is an Emotional Symphony that plays many diffrent notes it show's my emitons that's glazed in the light of darkness. will I be able to play a wave of emotions for you. can you hear the symphony of the heart playing loud and strong pushing agaisnt the winds it brushes through the trees and echo's you're name but if you can't hear it. I'll place my tears in the sky so you can catch them as falling stars but will they stay stars or become tears again. the symphony is ended the one that plays my soul's sweet music ♥
Yesterday's sighForgetting is the hardest part,
cracked memories that broke my heart.
It came at first like dawn's cold mist,
silent as a threatening fist.
Except one sound, a single chord,
violin teased by broken sword.
An awful sound of banshee wail,
that howled insane its sorry tale.
To sear me with a wakening fear,
dissolving smile replaced with tear.
In this shroud of cloaked dismay,
I have to face each sinking day.
Two people that once did share,
dream separately their own nightmare.
Impassioned is the wind of change,
callous spurn seeks to derange.
Illusive is the road I seek,
the journey's long and I am weak.
We parted at the peak of storm,
all we had built was quickly torn.
Withered plea of hope did fade,
as fate's dark plan was evil laid.
A trembling kiss was our goodbye,
you never heard my final sigh.
Forgetting is the hardest part,
remembering we are now apart.
The TrenchWe stand here in our muddy trench,
And raise a glass to all.
For those who are about to die,
And those who've gone before.
There is no glory to be found,
when hiding in these holes.
Clinging grimly onto life,
Praying for our souls.
The air is thick; the stench of fear,
We step through rotting dead,
Wishing we were miles away,
From horrors just ahead.
Its time to face the enemy,
And make the blighters pay.
So all stand by your ladders lads,
We're leaving here today.
The whistle blows, we're on the move,
The sound of firing starts,
The first man out is blasted back,
A bullet through his heart.
Fear has run its course for now,
All goes quiet and numb,
Each man says a final prayer,
His turn to die has come.
I reach the top, rush blindly out,
Run straight on through the blast,
Time slows with every second,
I have visions of the past.
A childhood filled with time to waste,
Endless days of fun.
Loving parents, playing games,
And laughter in the sun.
Leaving school and starting work,
A girl to
To love youTo hold you is to live,
To kiss you is to breathe,
To see you smile is to be happy.
To see you go is to die,
To argue with you is sadness,
To see you cry is to be torn.
To see you have left is unimaginable,
To see the pity in people's eyes is to feel ashamed,
To see my life wrecked is to be ruined.
To love him forever is to say the truth
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