Originally posted by Syrenomg!!! thanks Sy... been kinda busy, so i haven't gone there but i will check it out later on 😄
Happy Belated Birthday Julian... even though I sent you a PM on Infamous hug
Originally posted by Coldfirecan't, the creative juices aren't flowing at the moment.
Now bring on the poems! 😄
My Days of Paradise
My mind runs from itself to a place it knows not.
The heart will soon follow.
Days of paradise most likely will rot,
As I drown my soul within the oceans shallow.
Thunder unnerves my foundation and shatters the man of me.
Wasted years upon the flow of slowed time.
Gathered now the shattered pieces of my vanity,
As I taste the bitterness of odium sublime.
Beside me now sits the Joker’s tender laughter,
But that tender stings and gives salt to my wound.
Of what I hunted so blindly the sordid chapter,
Turns the pages of death unfound.
Spending nights in despondent revelry,
Biding my time for what?
If I had but a moments space and do to me,
The thing played callus, and all for naught.
The note sung sadly and spring looms grey,
Clouds daren’t touch the burgeoning sky.
Hope flees beyond dismay,
To this, I’ve search a way to die.
The Thought…
I am a thing that none can see, hear, nor touch.
Though I breathe and live and feel. I walk the,
Earth without cause or hope.
But in feeling, then must I a heart?
And in seeing, then must I have eyes?
And in touching, then so must I have hands to feel with?
All this then must make more of me than,
What I have become less of.
But to become more is to dare I’ve a soul.
In daring for that soul then most certainly,
I am man.
But am I? Or am I not?
For when a man braves the world of uncertainties,
And come away scathed with hurt and injury but,
Live for the day yet to come, how then is it that I, a thing
Unknown fears it? What ails me? Have I forsaken all?
To be this that no one wishes to be…and what that may be,
Is a thing that none can see, hear nor touch…a thought.