some of my poems...
tomorrow is a new day
a day without mistakes
tomorrow is a perfect day
without any heartbreaks.
so smile for tomorrow,
a better day indeed
not a day for sorrow
not for hatred or for greed
so be happy theres tomorrow
and not a repeat of today.
with new ideas to follow,
and more stories to say.
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under the hills and over yonder,
where no feet or paws do wander.
and dangers all in waiting lie
where simple winds never sigh.
once it was a happy place
where all children ran and chased
down spotted birds of blue and green
on hills where everything was seen.
now the grass has lost it's colour
and leaves of trees are slightly duller
where even insects have given up
making thier homes in the rough.
yet you'll find me waiting there
with many a sad old tale to share
when happier people used to roam
a house on a hill they called thier home
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He wakes up knowing he is on the run
he's always cold, and eternally scared
empty handed, and yet weighing a ton
wishing he knew someone who cared.
eluding his feelings is his greatest power
deep delving questions are his pet peeve
his quick-setting rage can make you cower
his satanic thoughts will force you to leave.
His feet rhythmically strike the ground
his wild breathing is abrupt and fast
and nobody but he makes a sound
they watch as he runs out of air to gasp.
and he is still running with no loss and no gain,
as its very hard to run away from your own brain.
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A simple Rose
a simple thorn
a single prick
a single drop
of red falls.
and slowly
the rose
falls down
to the dirt,
trampled.
The pretty
little rose
shunned
for one
small mistake.
Think before
you let fall
a friend.
Is the wound
really enough
to let a friendship
wilt and die?
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The light into which I walk
is neither dull nor bright,
Its neither soothing nor harsh,
it lacks warmth, but is not cold.
It is as if the light is nonexistent;
caught between this world and the next.
I find myself starting into the light
as if I were a moth,
steadily floating towards the lamp.
It seems to hold me tight
to prevent me from turning back.
A powerful figment of my dreams
placed conveniently before me.
My only door to the next world
through abstract space...
As I step past the light
my energy drains
I hear a crack and I look behind me,
the air is shattering before my eyes.
I look ahead of me and life seems tranquil.
But I still feel weak
I take another step towards the serene meadow before me
suddenly my lungs expand to retrieve the clean air.
I feel younger and happy.
I have no material possessions,
but I have no need for them here.
I have only my thoughts and my memories;
of the past life, of the light that helped me
find my way to everlasting joy through death.
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and though hes deaf
he hears them whisper
and though hes blind
they are in his dreams
he desperatly tells them
to leave him be
but he still hears them hiss
and he still sees them dance
they mock his every move
while he prays that the Lord
has forgiven every sin that
this poor soul has forgotten
and he pleas for his sanity
the sanity his lonliness
stole from him so long ago...