There was a time, where I was alone, Even though I smile today, the shards are still within. Given time, I’d allow you to feel the sharp ends, But don’t flatter yourself, I don’t fall freely. You should well know, that life ain’t sweet. Life is selfish, So you have to be selfish yourself. For time is not the giver of life, But the dawn of the end that follows the knife. Advertisements
This one is going to be a bit rough. Well, then again, when are they never? I recently had a thought spiral; what is the point in living? The question isn’t regarding the thought of not seeing a point in living, but just a rogue ponder of why we are living. If we MUST earn a living in some form, solely to support ourselves and contribute to the forever failing government that rarely gives anything back, then what is the point? Take a moment to question it. We go to school… Read more A Rogue Thing →
I can taste the pain right on your tongue, And for just a moment, my heart feels numb. I know you’re afraid, but I shan’t hide, For a moment in time can change the tide. I’ll take the heat if it means you’ll smile, Only for you, I’ll walk that mile. Even though the journey is far, I’ll always guide you, wherever you are. Know just this; you are not alone, And tell yourself this; my heart is your home.
I see my eyes as young as they’ve ever been, Just as the day when I came into this world. I wasn’t rich, but I could breathe, Sometimes that’s enough to keep you going. I never had a mother’s love, nor a life blessed with grace, But I had riches worth more than gold, I had people worth knowing. Sit by my, close to the river bank, Take a look at our reflection. Take a moment to feel the air, And remember what’s worth living for.
Let’s start with the question I ask myself a lot of the time: what happens when we die? Can’t answer me? Don’t worry, I never expected you to. Quite frankly, I’m afraid of the answer, even if the answer is something I want to hear. Knowing the truth isn’t always the best medicine for wonder, as I’m sure you’re aware, but then again, what are we gunning for? I know that I’m not the only person who is afraid of the end, and to be honest, I question those who… Read more A Rogue Thought →
For time is not the giver of life, But the dawn of the end that follows the knife. Life is bitter and painful to hold, Time is the bullet that ends the old. Why are we here if all is lost? Why are hurting, what is the cost? Take me down if you feel you can’t win, But promise me this, don’t blame me for your sin.
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.
There’s less than 48 hours left of NaNoWriMo 2017, and I believe it’s time to reflect on the month. I failed, the end. Ok, so perhaps it’s a little harsh… Read more The End is Near – NaNo 2017 →