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Suicide is Friend and sinking is forever beautiful,

Vikings hands find peace even though I never do,

Those Lion eyes still fend my mind even though thye are long lost,

They took nothing but my sanity, love for life aloft

Author's Notes/Comments: 

people can cause you pain

The Clock

 

There’s a heart that beats

 

and a clock that chimes

 

Moments pass

 

as they both keep time

 

 

 

Opportunities

 

lost again

 

Words don’t flow

 

from an idle pen

 

 

 

Deeds don’t come

 

from an idle hand

 

Seeds won’t grow

 

in a barren land

 

 

 

Something stalks me

 

Something’s there

 

Something haunts

 

my every prayer

 

 

 

Aggravation

 

Life slips by

 

Desperation

 

Sleepless nights

 

 

 

Cold against

 

the words I say

 

Time won’t make

 

this go away

 

 

 

It merely ticks

 

to count the deeds

 

Mounting numbers

 

don’t mislead

 

 

 

They all add up

 

to tell the tale

 

of downward slide

 

towards the hell

 

 

 

That I’ve created

 

Idle hands

 

Not but dust

 

on barren land

 

 

 

Depicts the seeds

 

that I have sown

 

And with this pen

 

I’m left alone

 

 

 

In idle silence

 

Years go by...

 

As the heart beats on

 

and the clock keeps time.

 

Dawn after night

Folder: 
Darkness

It's time to say no,

It's time to let go,

It's time to lay down,

And sleep in the ground.

The battle was fought,

But you didn't win.

And now you must rest,

So you can rise again.

And when this pain and suffering

Pales to nothing,

You will rise and fight.

As Dawn comes after Night.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem for "T".

Regret

Born into a world of regret,
called something I’m not made yet,

Having to live each day like a burning candle wick,

the fires out but you keep living it.

 

Having a dream, making it a reality,

how is that possible when you around is nobody?

You try, try, and keep on trying,
whether for a girl, a goal, or for a friend who is dying.


Being unreliable, or just being you,
does it really matter? Even when you do what you got to do.

Has it occurred, has it happened, or have they asked?

Sticking with your word, “I don’t want to date anymore”, or “What’s wrong with you?”

Life is everywhere made by everyone,

no need to ever quit, otherwise all your life you’d run.

Names called, ones lost, not what you want to be yet,

don’t worry, keep fighting, don’t live like a regret.