There’s a gentle calling that feels so natural, But in the dimming embers lays a void of uncertainty. A glimpse of a smile can send me into panic, Yet a single moment can raise a thoughtless storm. I could feel the smoke crawl across my skin, Only to get burned as the light showed false hope. The light was strong, promising, you could say, But all things sweet have a bitter coating. Advertisements
Each day I wake and feel a sadness, It cuts me gently, yet it stings like a mourning. I know time has passed, but nothing is the same, Ever since you said goodbye, my chest has felt desolate. It’s not your fault, I know it’s my own, But I hate sleeping at night, just to wake to my own heartbeat. Everything sends an echo through my hearts, and it’s then when I can hear the tears calling me. Raise me up, so I may fall, At least, maybe, then I… Read more Nothing More Than A Scar →
I’ll never deny my final fate, Aren’t we all destined to sleep? I may never wake, but you will still hear me, Through the ears of your minds memories. My final thoughts will be of my past, For I know that life was bliss and fruitful. In my final hour, I’ll whisper your name, Maybe then I can leave gently.
I recall those moments when it was just you and I, Hiding under the moonlight as our feet moved to the silence. With your eyes on mine, and your feet slowly following, I ignore the whispers of the unwanted gazers. The sound of our footsteps make up for the lack of music, Yet we both know we don’t need any. The scratching gravel moves to our shoes, As the moonlight covers our bodies. That was your time, your glistening in the night, That, was your moonlight.
Sitting here, I think of nothing. When I gaze in the mirror, it’s nothing more than a blank expression. Do you have those moments when you don’t know who you are? Do you have times of complete obscurity? I can feel my skin, but it doesn’t feel right, It feels like a shell of someone else. Perhaps I’m mad, but I am still me, That’s what I hope in this world of delusion. I’m forced to live a life of taxing, I’m forced to suppress my expressive side. I’m taken… Read more The Wrong Track →
The purity of a heart can be corroded with rage, When one gazes upon the wrong turn of a page. The words written may be painful to see, Perhaps that page was even written by me. We all expect a dream to drift by soon, It’s what we dwell on under the light of the moon. The next page is yours, as it’s blank and new, So remember this blessing, the free life that was gifted to you.
I know I’m far from perfect, That’s why my memories are embarrassments. I’m far from the ordinary, I’m not the world’s perfect image, But I’m me. Isn’t that all we can ask for? I don’t wish to look like a movie star, Nor do I wish to sound like an artist. But if that’s so, they why do I recall dreadful events? Why did I say that? Why did I do that? I keep asking myself: what’s wrong with me?
I want you to take the time to understand, There’s much to learn, this is no plain text. Before we begin, I want to view your start, Not my own, as I’ve seen enough of my world. Let me take a dive in the depths of your desires, So this for me, and I’ll show you what’s next. Before we begin, let me decorate your time, I’m not here for a quick skipping stone