So if perseverance should bring the perfect end, would we all preserver? And in a fair world, to work hard would equal good pay! Yes? But I would be correct in saying; hard work does not always bring good pay, so why work hard?
It would be a fool's way to follow ones heart over ones head, but should following ones heart bring eternal happiness then I should prefer to be a fool!
You've woken a passion inside me
That I thought was dead,
You're eyes they are magnetic
They're constantly in my head.
You've wrapped your fist around my heart
So it no longer feels like lead,
And sometimes I wish I wish I could record your voice
So I can keep the things you've said.
However in the chaos
There is one thing I always dread,
You've unwrap your fist from around my heart
Then you leave, you've gone, you've fled.
Life sometimes takes away things which are great,
And often this causes good hearts to break,
And as uncontrollable as this power may be,
If has no force to stop a briny tear coming to me,
Goodnight darling Kris, it would seem your time has come,
And now in heaven with our grandmother, you shall run,
And life sometimes takes a coarse turn,
Which leaves upon our bodies, a sickening burn,
And though time must still with a vengeance pass,
Our minds and souls shall carry on until it is our last.
A depression washes over me,
I hit rocks, I scream, I cry,
A suppression suddenly comes to me,
I recede and I want to die,
A confession I want to get out of me,
A situation in which I cannot lie,
An obsession is what you've become to me,
But please I beg of you, do not pry!
Sometimes i hate my heart,
For the journeys it takes me on,
I try to control it with my head,
But my heart; it's already gone,
It seems i've become nomadic,
Hitchhiking from place to place,
A gypsy that's me, and i might always be
Unless i find my own little space.
Your curves they're cream, they're Ivory,
A physique which I study with intensity,
And if it's possible to be institutionalised by anatomy,
Then I'll lock myself up, you can throw away the key.
And the traces of blood you've left in my life,
Remnants of time past; they cut like a knife,
And our relationship was not a waste of time,
You may think it, in my eyes that's a crime,
You became a best friend to me,
You filled me with such energy,
I wished you understood my spontaneity,
Impossible to change, that's the truth you see,
For you I tried to make it be,
But in the end, I was trapped not free.
My Mutley smells like you,
And it's making me feel blue,
For to spend the night within your arms
Is what I want to do, he's sitting next to me,
Inanimate but somehow free,
He's all dressed up with nowhere to go,
A metaphor it seems to be,
And I wish I was alone,
But this house it is my home,
And the windows have eyes, and the skirting boards have ears,
And the walls they know I've grown.
I am insubordinate in my representation of my courtship with life,
I merely speculate, wide eyed and weary,
Then,
Pilfering in earnest from the loam of our earths milieu,
Rooting around with zealous passion,
Until I look nothing more than the soil itself,
I raise my detachable limb up to my eye
And like a thief, steal a moment.
So if perseverance should bring the perfect end, would we all preserver? And in a fair world, to work hard would equal good pay! Yes? But I would be correct in saying; hard work does not always bring good pay, so why work hard?
It would be a fool's way to follow ones heart over ones head, but should following ones heart bring eternal happiness then I should prefer to be a fool!
You've woken a passion inside me
That I thought was dead,
You're eyes they are magnetic
They're constantly in my head.
You've wrapped your fist around my heart
So it no longer feels like lead,
And sometimes I wish I wish I could record your voice
So I can keep the things you've said.
However in the chaos
There is one thing I always dread,
You've unwrap your fist from around my heart
Then you leave, you've gone, you've fled.
I'm so lost in a world of broken dreams,
Alone in this fog and soaking at the seams.
My glasses are misty and i'm trying not to cry,
but its like fighting back tears when someone's poked you in the eye.
My companion is the wind, its freedom and its spirit,
please blow away this fog and take my troubles with it.
I'm like an old tree but my roots are in a pot,
I need to be re-homed before my feet begin to rot.
I want to feel strong like the rock on which i climb,
To age with elegance and become stronger over time,
And admittedly its unfinished but to add one thing it is this,
Never forget the power thats held within a kiss.
So precious illusion my mind must be great,
For to conjure you up kept me working so late,
So perfect in substance, I wish you were real,
My bodies now aching, it's not a big deal,
I want to be naked and lie next to you,
I need to feel something so I know what to do,
The picture is blissful, the colours so bright,
I need to open my eyes so I can see the light.
Your curves they're cream, they're Ivory,
A physique which I study with intensity,
And if it's possible to be institutionalised by anatomy,
Then I'll lock myself up, you can throw away the key.
I am insubordinate in my representation of my courtship with life,
I merely speculate, wide eyed and weary,
Then,
Pilfering in earnest from the loam of our earths milieu,
Rooting around with zealous passion,
Until I look nothing more than the soil itself,
I raise my detachable limb up to my eye
And like a thief, steal a moment.
I feel like a fugitive
And my crime it is this,
I tried to decipher my own emotions
And I have ruined my own bliss
It is true I am digging,
And my trenches they are deep,
I could swear there's a bomb coming,
I see it even in my sleep,
And it is with this knowledge
That i let loose and i cry,
Yes it is true,
Let sleeping dogs lie,
But as i extend my knowledge
It is this that i pry,
Emotions are unreckonable
You'll not know you'll just die.
And it is you that has brought
This most colourful light
I may want to understand everything I see in my sight,
But emotions are deceptive
They are bitter they are sweet,
My hands they groped your body,
Whilst my face started to turn red,
Would you hold onto a single emotion,
Or flee oceans that might lead you to wed?
My actions act only to keep you,
In selfishness hopping you'll stay,
But in conclusion to my madness,
I'll surely just pushing you away,
I'm sorry for this afternoons commotions,
I should have just let it be,
But i played games with my own emotions,
Wishing you'd see me as just me.
The elastic is getting brittle,
And the tide is getting high,
I can no longer stay in a relationship where my heart has learned to lie,
My spring has turned to summer,
And the daffodils have died,
I've emerged from the corner that's so long been my hide.
Found,
Sadness that blooms,
Spores of grief,
Eyes that seek,
Found,
Roads of glass,
Traveled well,
Nobody gets a pass,
Found,
Smiles for sale,
White teeth,
Tell the tale,
Found,
A place to crash,
Don't be in a hurry,
Just bring cash,
Found,
Numb thoughts,
Painted on my eyelids,
Winding through my dreams,
Found,
Memories of light,
Hidden in dusty corners,
Keep them out of sight,
Found,
New considerations,
Hopeful mentations,
Thoughtful appreciation.
Silent Servant by Shards-of-Affliction, literature
Literature
Silent Servant
I lay myself down at your feet,
low and humble I bow and greet,
I have no worth, no self respect,
No thoughts of glory, no promise of success,
I am not here to beg your pardon,
I am brought before you to bare your burden,
There is no secret to why I have come,
There is only this and nothing more,
Silence is my voice,
Actions my tongue,
Lowly am I but still I come,
When you turn your head and laugh at me,
I will still be here on bended knee,
When you break my spirit and make me cry,
I will still wait for you to ask me why,
When you hurt I will take your pain,
When you suffer I shall bare the same,
When you need I shall provide
Everything I love about You by Nibiing-Mikud, literature
Literature
Everything I love about You
The way you play that guitar of yours
The fact you laugh at the absence of doors
The way your voice becomes so soft
The way you make my heart jump a loft
Your crazy hair makes me smile
Your intelligence drives me wild
I love your cute little tendencies
To never give in to your insecurities
The gentle words that you don on me
Makes my soul, giggle with glee
You make me feel like a child again
You see that I am like no other men
Though a hundred miles may separate us
You make me want to jump on the bus
I love your humongous heart
I even love the way you burp and fart
So you asked me why I love you so
Im really not sure but this
a hero's prayer. by thatgirlyoudontknow, literature
Literature
a hero's prayer.
Dear lord, as you know I have sinned
No one knows but you and I
It’s just us, the grave, the moon and wind
The creaking forest’s sigh.
‘Here lies (the monster), birth unknown,
(This last week) died a death afar,
(Beaten, slaughtered, and overthrown)
Caring lover, lives in hearts of ours.’
Wanted. His face was everywhere.
The man I wanted to save
A rupture in safety that just wasn’t fair
It was I who dug his grave.
How quiet this tiny world is now
How calm the minds of men
But I shan’t smile and take my bow
I will disappear again.
No, he shouldn’t have died at any other hands
And yes,
The chocolate melted onto her lips and mixed with taste of red wine. He wasn't like any other guy, sure he was chivalrous and kind but he just knew how to anticipate her every move. He locked onto her big beautiful ocean blue eyes like a laser beam, it startled her. She knew what was going to happen next it was inevitable, after all she knew that attraction wasn't a choice. She nervously played with a piece of her long black silky hair as she smiled at his handsome and seductive face. He seductively put his wine glass to the table, she matched his move and put her half empty wine glass to the edge of the table. It was like a game of chess, an