Living life by the day
sunlight glaring off the eyes
truth distorted then reflected
The Earth becomes the skies
As it sets, the silence grows
creeping, snaking through your mind.
Fear is coming, fear still growing
In the murk it bides its' time.
Find the truth, no longer blinded
seared by everlasting sun.
What to find, in the people's mind
Not knowing what's to come.
Feared and shunned by many
Yet ever does it grow
Wise as the midnight Owl
Black and cunning as the Crow.
Every breath I take,
A miss a chance to be alive,
Because I worry about living
And make it to see tomorrow.
Every face I see,
There is a hidden pain
Gnawing away at their soul
Taking away their individuality.
Every step I make
Is another obstacle to overcome
and oftentimes, I stumble
And wonder is I should continue.
Every doubt I have
I demolish all I desire here
so all I do is merely live
Instead of risking all so that I can dream.
Staring through the curtain of rain, I start thinking about my time spent here in the castle, of the people in it, of my bonds to each of them why I came with him
As I wandered away in though, a little shadow crept in. Looking over, I meet Khiras gaze in the dusky light and hold it
. You havent been out in days. She says matter-of-factly.
I look away from her and glance out to the woods, soaked with this dreary rain, perfectly in sync with my mood. I should have known you would come
Unimpressed, she continued on I wasnt the only one who noticed.
That was amusing, s
Once he ran free, loving the land around him
Now he is trapped, inside the barricade
Of his own suspect uselessness, his self-reflections
Of the opinions made of him by uncaring strangers.
Stopping dead, at a passing remark of finite meaning
He took all else for granted, following the audible thought
And locked himself away, where no-one else would see
What no-one saw in him, where nothing sat on an invisible throne.
Here he stood, gazing at life, now lacking it,
Fumbling for answers that danced before him
And each chance that passed before him
Was a new brick to the room that sealed him away.
Fluttering life, only a memory of wha
A shallow river feeding off into the depths
Of a bottomless, endless ocean
And a grain of sand blowing in the wind
In the blazing sky of the great Sahara
A single raindrop falling from the sky
During the mightiest tempestuous hurricane
Or perhaps a single breath of a life
In a world filled with time unending
Remember all of this and more
Where are we to fit in, remember what we are
Why should we start to live when there is so much
To compete with, so little to try anew.
Perhaps each living creature should keep in mind
That the ocean started with a river, the desert, one grain.
That storm, with one tiny drop, and life, with one b
To sleep, to rest and vanish completely,
disappearing from a world that is entirely...what?
This life means...what?
Here on this land, we live, we hurt, we die.
Some die faster, some give up...
and still die.
Skip the hurt, it's just a phase, something to be endured,
or not.
Who gets to decide what happens?
Accidents happen,
cars crash,
people fall,
and guns...
human life extinguishing itself for what? Money? Pride?
Pain.
When we hurt, we hurt others, it's only fair.
I didn't get what I want? I'll take it from someone else,
maybe two.
Why? Because I want it. That's right, because I WANT it.
My choice, my life, live and
Look to the Future, You'll find all new hopes
Dreams untold, Just waiting to unfold
Glance at the Past Learn from falls
Stumble up And start running again
This time you try, make sure it counts
The world's after you
But is it after anyone else?
Look through the eyes of another of your kind
Maybe you'll see...
the truth, what it is to be me
It's all gone wrong, all downhill from the start
Looking, watching, waiting, searching for your chance.
But now it's here, staring right in your eyes
Hiding nothing searching glancing for the right time to move
Yet you turn away, ignoring the calls
Maybe you'll find something you only imagine
A woman descends a staircase,
she is not there, she is not anywhere,
except here, in the poem,
and she will last as long as this poem lasts,
a woman descending a staircase.
The world has no time or use for poetry.
It does not buy or sell, seize power.
It merely lives within
within the poet as he writes,
within the reader as he reads,
And on the page,
for as long as the page lasts, eternally.
The masters used to laugh,
saying that art, poetry, illusion are not real.
But art is real; it is more real than anything.
Flowers are beautiful, but in days
they fade, wither, grow stale,
The poem, this poem, does not wither,
fade, or g
Drowning in a river self-made
As I dwell upon a future past,
My hopes washed away in a current
That fails to take me with it.
Buried under a wealth of emotion
Suffocating within the crushing walls
Of my denial and curious guilt
As I gasp out for a chance for life.
Falling fast, through each mist opportunity
Blinded by piercing wind, now I realize...
I spread my wings and try once more
To grasp at every silver lined cloud.
Oblivious from ecstasy, I soar higher,
And, like Icarus, get burned, this fire,
Not of physical meaning, envelops my being,
Filling me with a renewed chance for passion.
The solitary flower grown in the silent vale
Reaches ever skyward, hoping to touch the stars
Comforted by the serenity of the circle
Where it has lived since time began.
This vale, like all others before it,
Was finally discovered by the races
The flower spread its silken petals in hopes to
Find the one that was meant to take care of it.
This lone flower was an image of beauty, and
Many came just to see this exquisite form.
With leaves of jade and a straight stalk, the bloom
Surpassed all imagination, opening only when one walked by,
Revealing its soft azure petals and a nectar that no man has tasted.
As time passed, the flower
Living a life drowned in worry
as I grasp for stability ahead.
Stretching forever, an ocean of red
as my mind slowly crumbles to dust.
Waking in bed, the nightmare dispersed
to stand and stare at my own reflection...
but I turn and glance again to see that
I am always there judging myself again.
Time crawls by as I dream once again
of a chance at last on my island,
stepping ahead, I wince at the shriek
only to find that it came from within myself.
Down I fall, and bleeding afresh,
looking beneath, I know how I die.
My dreams shattered are what had maimed me
and crippled my life once again.
Pooling deep and forever growing,
no
The clouds above drift lazily by
As silent thunder reigns the land.
The ground quakes under my feet...
As everyone walks calmly by.
The storm rages, ice razing my face
And the fierce cold numbs my blood.
When my eyes glaze over...
As they glance right through me.
I fall to the ground, empty of life,
As the blizzard overcomes me
And covers my lifeless body...
In the middle of the day.
Frozen in death, my corpse now rots
Eaten by worms and maggots
That now fester in my flesh...
While the sun sets past the horizon.
Ashes to ashes, dust cannot be thus
When one does not understand.
While I die lonely and cold...
As I walk down t
How must one suffer what one cannot comprehend?
Slings and arrows of outrageous fortunes
Are naught but concepts that live only
In a persons imagination, ready to be
Discredited at an instant of doubt.
To die, to sleep, yeah right
Am I afraid to die? What reason does one
Have to fear anything but their own
Misconceptions of the ideas that are
Placed within their limited thoughts.
Look into your life, and what can we see?
Identity marred by false hopes and living fears
That cannot exist at all, reality is
It is nothing but what the mind makes of it
In truth, I do not write, I merely think I do,
And in such an
Early Germany. The eldest daughter of three. The youngest, a son, was sickly and hardly acknowledged. Mother was meek, nervous, and submissive - her only pleasures being housekeeping and waiting on Father, almost ignoring her children completely. Father was crude, greedy, and domineering. He acknowledged his children only when they were doing something wrong or when it would benefit him. Mother was his personal slave.
As the eldest, I tended to the animals. Every morning I would let the cows out to graze as I fed the chickens, gathered eggs, and fed the pigs. Then I would feed and milk the cows before going in for breakfast. After breakfa
Current Residence: UC Davis Favourite genre of music: Progressive Metal Operating System: SOP is anti-MAC bound Skin of choice: mine Favourite cartoon character: Alucard: Hellsing Personal Quote: Cave-Hole leads to Forest?
*Sneeks up behind you and pokes you in the ribs* Mwuahahahahahaha!!!!
So, I was thinking... ( !!) you really need to get back into writing. I always love your work and it makes me that you havn't been feeling it. So... please? For me??
I just now realized I should probably be watching you (slaps forehead) Neh, I'm such a baka, eh? Also, a quick question: I just finished watching the first season of Hellsing-- is there any more seasons or are they all OVA?