When does morning start?
When a creature awakes,
Or when the sun rises?
Yea, the morning is
When a creature awakes
To find it starting anew
In the world dominated
By mortal souls.
The human wakes up
First by opening its eyes,
Then stretching its muscles
And sitting up in a position
To retreat from the bed
That held it prisoner
During the long, dark night.
Out of bed it goes
Attending its normal
Robotic morning routine
Whilst thinking of the future,
Of what the day holds,
And how the day will go.
Either gleefully or woefully
Does the human think of this
For not all mornings
Are filled with happiness and glee.
Fearful not is the human
Who takes things as they go
Wave by wave.
Wave by wave harassing it,
Wave by wave attacking it,
Wave by wave saddening it,
Wave by wave entertaining it,
Wave by wave knocking it down.
Each wave the human does take
Accepting each as a challenge,
As an opponent, an obstacle,
And one that must be rid of.
Defeat is not in its dictionary,
For there is no defeat
If one can rise again,
And face the same challenge
To only be victorious.
The human does not give up,
It does not ponder on the past,
But it rises from its ashes -
Waking up to start anew
In a world dominated
By mortal souls.
Saw you from afar
Knew you're about to cry
You're all I desire
You got me asking why
Why am I not the reason for your tears?
What should I do to make you see?
Am I not the one who can make you cheer?
How can I make you see these things?
Here you are again
In the middle of the night
Here I am again
Giving you a shed of light
Why are you very blind?
Can't you read between the lines?
Why don't you look and find?
Can't you see my heart's desire?
If it was me you're with,
You will not be crying
It will not be tragic
We will end up smiling
I know your favorite song
It has been you all along
Wake up and look inside my soul
See through my heart and you will know
its eating away
from my inside n out
makin good memories bad
turnin love into obsetion
broken inside n out
feeding on the heart n soul
that thought had a chance
days are longer
nights are colder
to far gone
fallin into a early grave
hopin for the day it dies
hopin for the day im set free
Pulling me in
as i gasp for my last breath
depression and hate
drag me under
The end is near
lights fading
it won..
Love
What is love?
"Love is a many splendored thing"
Love is something to hold above all else
But is love good?
I believe that it may be. Maybe not today
Maybe not tomorrow, but love will come and love will go.
Love is also a dagger.
A dagger that nothing can resist.
A dagger that hath pierced many an armor, and once withdrawn leaves one to die.
Love is a dangerous thing, which has eluded me by a hair’s distance.
I long for this love, and yet I know not to follow it.
for if I do… only hurt can ensue