2 December 2008, 8:24 pm
You need not read them all, all I ask, is you put them in order from best to worst. Bounce upon with silver light, do rays of sun upon mountains might. Broken is the silent night, as wing-ed things take to flight. Below the sun, tucked in tight, lay a forest green, all alight. Darkness cast, as a veil, upon this earth, it has failed. For sun of day, it has come, until dark of night, we see again. Pain, no more I felt, upon my skin. Numb, I was as I stared, into the unforgiving night. Golden rays of sun, felt of knives burning through, my parched, dry skin. Numb I was, though hope, it never left. And with it came anger, wishing death, to those that held us, in the deepest brink. I looked through this world, of pain that was all we knew. And fought on, to remember our past, and to hope! Hope for new life! and for cold hearts, we have from pain, to be once more whole. until we feel once more! Mountain after mountain pass I, upon a journey to touch, the bluest premises of the sky. At each break of day, continue I on this broken path, until my feet can go no more, pain of feet, I feel its wrath. Watch do I each night, laying upon the barren ground, as stars they dance and fight. My peace of mind is finally found. Peace it does not last, as night has come, and now is past. Through rolling hills I walk, morning light upon my heels, sight of yonder mountains they do mock, though soon they shall yield. The blinding sun over my now covered head, Hills that roll almost done, until the light of day is dead, and my energy is run. Lay a night again do I, though sleep does not come, I feel as though I could fly, upon the domes of the sky, for my mission it is almost done. "Winter to Spring" Multitudes of flowing white tendrils, pierce the sky, with neverending grace, and a light wind shakes. Tranquility among the snow. A chill descends, from the north, sound frozen, amidst the cold. Tranquility frozen, never moving. warmth sets upon, drives away the cold, and with it the dawn, golden upon snow. Peace begins. Glass like lakes, and drifts of snow, are melted down, it is the end. of Winter. Peace goes on. Buds shoot out, of greying brown trees, color once again. it is set free. Peace turns once more. Plants, shoot heavenwards, as if to forever leave, to the barren sky. and to peace. Finally I can sleep... Across the salty brine and winds that smell so sweet, Rises a golden sun, upon mountains you shall meet. Between these larger hills, sit valleys long and green. And flowing fast, white froths turning, a lake it does glean. It gleans the sun, as it does its daily quest. Following a single path, west. Now this lake of gold turns back once more, to a river wide, and you cant ignore, a drop, to stone below, it gives a mighty roar. Many paths they do meet, though made not by hands nor feet, come together, they do seek, the end of land, is where they seat. Until their adventures begin once more, a new land they shall explore. Ring, goes the silent clock. It may not be noise, but I do hear. As I do hear pain, as I feel. Pain that holds you, as a vice, a vice of cold steel. A vice that feels of ice, freezes off your happiness. and stangles you at night. But yay! The dawn it has arrived, and with its warmth, the grip lessens until it is no more. Your cold heart, beats once again. And love is rekindled, as once before. Love that held me, at its greatest link. and this one... Among these brambled thorns, the world it spins. But I stand still, for i am lost, I am worn. and no more do I feel pain. For I am lost to the void, in my heart. to my soul I must go, to my heart I must go again. And with that my story is told, of a lost boy, among this torn up world. or this one... Love, the heart of this world. It rains down upon you, like a storm that will not leave. It is the sun, as to the dawn. For its rays will slice, like a knife, through your heart. and you will feel gone, as though you have left, and there is no return. That the heart can conjure this feeling, to bring upon this pain, is to find that which you have not. For love cannot be my burden, as life has bestowed upon me from the start, this love keeps me hurting, hurting as a cold wind tears through my soul. A wind of ice that is the cause, of that which cannot be, the love I do feel, for you..... If you don't like this one read this.... beware it has already been posted but comment if you wish on it. Is it the wind? the tearing wind. Or is it time? to which all is lost. For the heat of the sun, warms that which i can not feel. And the night, numbs me once again. To which is love? love that breaks you? And as to love is to be hurt, walking among these stars, blind to the world? I cross... Read More »
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