Originally posted by Coldfire
Ah ok that makes more sense 😊
It was a cool dream. I mean it wasn't a nightmare, but like a thriller dream. It's not something I would like to forget anytime soon, and let me tell you I'd give myself 10/10 for visual and sounds, and a 9.99/10 for timing. Cause I woke up in the middle of the night on a school night, and let me tell you....not a good thing....
What is to live, but us preparing to die? What is to eat, but us readying to be hungry? Why do we sleep when we only grow tired? What is the point of watching a sun rise, if at the end of the day we are met with dusk? Perhaps it is because we are a people of hope. We are beyond primitive instincts and we long for something more than an end to a day, but rather an end to ALL days. We have the ability to look back and not see a sunset, but THE sunset; the very first. Violins that do not play solos but in orchestras. We do not hear the simple sonnets, but the symphonies. But when we look towards the heavens and we see the yesterdays, the todays, and tomorrows, we are not filled with bold or adventure, but with fear. Perhaps not the fear of change that comes with knowledge, or the fear that comes with tomorrow. But rather we are filled with the fear that comes with fear itself. This fear is the unknown. We are a very irrational people that with no reason would prefer the sin to eternal punishment than the good habit with eternal reward; with the reward for sin being nothing more than the simple gratification of a moment. But we are not irrational rationally, but irrational irrationally. We have no reasons nor excuses to break the law than perhaps it merely being so: a law. And thus we have no reason to look to tomorrow, when it is more plausible to say that "I will wake up for the unknown of tomorrow", than to say "I would rather die for the unknown today".
Because if there isn't a God. Than it wouldn't be logical to keep on living in a world with no purpose. Because theoretically, there is no tomorrow...
Empty House
The doors are locked
The windows are barred.
The mantles are cold and dusty.
But open the door,
and the widows too.
Clean the mantle
and let the light shine through.
The floors are faded.
The walls are dim.
The fireplace empty inside.
Dance on the floors,
Paint on the walls
Put life back where it belongs.
The house is lonely
The home is alone
The people are gone and away.
But live in the house,
and grow in the home.
And invite all the people to stay.
For the house once dirty,
closed and cold.
Faded and dim
Alone and empty.
Is once again vibrant
with food and light.
And is welcoming again
all peoples and life.
Death
comes in silent moments
For it we’re unprepared.
He comes when we least expect him.
And stillness keeps our air.
But when he comes,
He doesn’t stay long,
And the moment is gone at last.
But what does he do,
With all of us fools
Who hold the moment fast?
We hold on dear to the one who is gone.
We fight till the end when the end is near.
But once they are gone, we don’t let go.
Once death has come, we already know
It’s time to look up.
Hope for us is salvation.
Hope for us is God.
Have faith in He who cares for us
In he who carries us home.
Because death may come to take us,
To strip us from this world.
But Christ, alone does carries us
He alone ferries our soul.
Hope for us is heaven.
Hope for them is heaven too.
Let us not morn for those who die,
But hope in God----us too.
~~~
Nothing seems to matter.
No one seems to care.
No one seems to realize,
That I am standing waiting there.
Support came for the fallen.
Help came to the poor.
Moral came to the saddened,
Knocking at their door.
But nothing seems to come to me.
No one looks to move.
In my general direction
is stillness.
Sometimes I think I don't exist.
A perception gone horrably wrong.
A plague to those who think of me,
a memory to those who forget.
And when I rest to take a breath
or shed a tear or two.
No one will come to comfort me,
Not him, not her, not you.
But in simple solitude I guess
Better I to find happiness.
And in the silence I pray,
Happiness will come to stay
with me...
Perhaps
Every tear drop spilled by the people
Can fill the world with water.
Every cry made by the people
can echo for eternity.
Every footstep ever made to walk the earth
Can flatten the highest mountain.
Every breath to ever be taken,
can spin the world forever.
But all these infinite things
compiled to meet the lord.
Comes nothing more than finite chores
from all of us below.
But he takes them with joy,
and we're happy
because they're not in vain.
That girl
I remember a time when together we were.
A time when nothing could take me from her,
But that time was long ago.
But I will not, forget…
It was a bright April day,
And under the shade,
I wrote some poetry with nothing to say
And she came and took my hand.
At first I was stunned and couldn’t speak
An angel had fallen at my feet.
And for eternity we gazed
And happiness was here to stay!
From then on in we were King and Queen
The happiest couple you’ve ever seen.
Nothing in life could bring us down,
The day I met that girl.
Things were going fine I do suppose,
Until one day she just had to go.
Never told me why or where
But that she couldn’t stay.
And I with my pen and paper there
Could not think of anything
That might have had her stay.
But watched as she walked away in the rain
Walking down memory lane.
Today I still sit underneath that tree,
Sitting down waiting for her to notice me
But alas she does not turn to gaze,
Solitude has taken her place.
I remember a time when together we were.
A time when nothing could take me from her,
But now there’s no hope for me
So I guess I’ll let it be...
But in case you were wondering,
This I know,
The sadness has yet to come and go.
But I’ll never forget her face,
And that she might find her place.
That April sky never shone so clear,
Or the sun ever blinding in that year.
Nor the poetry flowed so wonderfully,
The day I met that girl…
Originally posted by AOR
[b]That girlI remember a time when together we were.
A time when nothing could take me from her,
But that time was long ago.
But I will not, forget…It was a bright April day,
And under the shade,
I wrote some poetry with nothing to say
And she came and took my hand.At first I was stunned and couldn’t speak
An angel had fallen at my feet.
And for eternity we gazed
And happiness was here to stay!From then on in we were King and Queen
The happiest couple you’ve ever seen.
Nothing in life could bring us down,
The day I met that girl.Things were going fine I do suppose,
Until one day she just had to go.
Never told me why or where
But that she couldn’t stay.And I with my pen and paper there
Could not think of anything
That might have had her stay.
But watched as she walked away in the rain
Walking down memory lane.Today I still sit underneath that tree,
Sitting down waiting for her to notice me
But alas she does not turn to gaze,
Solitude has taken her place.I remember a time when together we were.
A time when nothing could take me from her,
But now there’s no hope for me
So I guess I’ll let it be...But in case you were wondering,
This I know,
The sadness has yet to come and go.
But I’ll never forget her face,
And that she might find her place.That April sky never shone so clear,
Or the sun ever blinding in that year.
Nor the poetry flowed so wonderfully,
The day I met that girl… [/B]
once again good stuff 😊
Originally posted by AOR
[b]That girlI remember a time when together we were.
A time when nothing could take me from her,
But that time was long ago.
But I will not, forget…It was a bright April day,
And under the shade,
I wrote some poetry with nothing to say
And she came and took my hand.At first I was stunned and couldn’t speak
An angel had fallen at my feet.
And for eternity we gazed
And happiness was here to stay!From then on in we were King and Queen
The happiest couple you’ve ever seen.
Nothing in life could bring us down,
The day I met that girl.Things were going fine I do suppose,
Until one day she just had to go.
Never told me why or where
But that she couldn’t stay.And I with my pen and paper there
Could not think of anything
That might have had her stay.
But watched as she walked away in the rain
Walking down memory lane.Today I still sit underneath that tree,
Sitting down waiting for her to notice me
But alas she does not turn to gaze,
Solitude has taken her place.I remember a time when together we were.
A time when nothing could take me from her,
But now there’s no hope for me
So I guess I’ll let it be...But in case you were wondering,
This I know,
The sadness has yet to come and go.
But I’ll never forget her face,
And that she might find her place.That April sky never shone so clear,
Or the sun ever blinding in that year.
Nor the poetry flowed so wonderfully,
The day I met that girl… [/B]
That poem was beautiful. It's something about a sad love story that really gets your attention and sympathy, well for me anyway.
If only
If only life were simple
If only life were good.
If only life was beautiful,
To spend it all with you.
No moment would be sad,
Nor day cloudy and dark.
Life would be so wonderful,
To spend it all with you.
Troubles would seem endless,
The odds would pile high.
The emptiness would seem bottomless
My soul would seem to dry.
But together we would triumph,
Together we would prevail.
To conquer storm and thunder,
Wind and fire, snow and hail.
And all if only I could,
Spend it all with you.
But you don’t seem to notice,
My aching cries of love.
And moments I would yearn to touch,
The arm that gently cradles my moon and sun.
I dream of times when you would
Lay your head against mine.
To let your streaks of golden rays,
Brighten up my days.
All if only I could,
Give my life to you.
But your head in meager defiance,
Cuts me like a blade.
And you streaks of golden sunshine,
Burn me till I fade.
And simply all because,
I want to be with you.
Solitude be not far,
Death be soon than not.
If I can not share my life you,
Take me somewhere your not.
So at least then I’ll have a reason,
Not to love you…
Black and White
Black and white is beauty.
Black and white is art.
Black and white are simple pieces
of a broken heart.
Black and white have no feelings.
They have no pain or cries.
They simply take a picture,
of life through black and white.
Some people think they're boring,
and dull and bland and bleak.
But I think they're wonderful
songs for the soul to sing.
So take the time to notice,
the world through a colorless lens.
You'll find the beauty of God
hidden under wonderful things
of nature and us...
Originally posted by AOR
[b]If onlyIf only life were simple
If only life were good.
If only life was beautiful,
To spend it all with you.No moment would be sad,
Nor day cloudy and dark.
Life would be so wonderful,
To spend it all with you.Troubles would seem endless,
The odds would pile high.
The emptiness would seem bottomless
My soul would seem to dry.But together we would triumph,
Together we would prevail.
To conquer storm and thunder,
Wind and fire, snow and hail.
And all if only I could,
Spend it all with you.But you don’t seem to notice,
My aching cries of love.
And moments I would yearn to touch,
The arm that gently cradles my moon and sun.I dream of times when you would
Lay your head against mine.
To let your streaks of golden rays,
Brighten up my days.
All if only I could,
Give my life to you.But your head in meager defiance,
Cuts me like a blade.
And you streaks of golden sunshine,
Burn me till I fade.
And simply all because,
I want to be with you.Solitude be not far,
Death be soon than not.
If I can not share my life you,
Take me somewhere your not.
So at least then I’ll have a reason,
Not to love you… [/B]
Man I wish the guys I knew wrote poetry, but it's too "gay" *scoffs and throws things at them* You rock José 😄
Distractions
Distractions at times seem crucial
although one does not understand then,
but we always need the distraction
to get us out.
We'll wonder why to be distracted
is an exit from our problems
when distractions only seem
to cover them up.
But at the end of a day
when we're fatigued and worn
we need the distraction
as a nap.
But we can't live on distractions
nor depend on them for help
because all a distraction is
is that.
~~~~
If today I said I loved you,
you'd turn your head in scorn.
If today you said you loved me,
I'd hang on to every word.
Every time I catch your gaze,
I add a notch to my heart.
Every time you smile at me
my heart stops.
When I hear your laughter,
my soul leaps for joy.
When you are filled with sadness,
and feel the need to cry,
I would catch your tears in a basin,
and water my garden where the flowers
that blossom will bring you joy.
Poetry for me is releasing
feelings prejudiced into silence,
Because of fear or denial
are not allowed to rise.
So in secret I write you these poems,
so that one day I can say that
I love you.