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Today I Pondered...I looked out on the world today,
I wondered why life is so precious,
When so many hope to take it away,
I looked out at the sky today,
I wondered why we can't be up there,
When so many are reaching for something so far away,
I looked at myself in the mirror today,
And i noticed not once the features i saw,
But the things that are safely hidden way,
I looked inside myself today,
And finally learned a lesson,
I have to live each day as if it will be taken away,
For yes life is very precious,
Because it can be taken away with only but a moments notice.
No Further Left To Go ~ Confession No Further Left To Go
For a long time i've been on a downward spiral,
Now i'm final having to face the demons i've been hording inside of me,
What i write here now is not some piece of art,
Unless the thoughts of a secretly tormented soul are to be admired,
I've hit the bottom...there's no further i can drop,
I've denied help for anxiety and now i fear i'm falling towards depression,
The anxiety can go no further but...the depression will if it gets a hold of me,
I have so much to live for here and now i can't clear my head,
It's like i can never stop thinking...as if all my thoughts can't stop even for a moment,
I feel like walking through the doors of this house,
And just walking,
Through the pain and walk far away to clear my head,
I feel sometimes like i'm suffocating and losing this fight,
My heart feels like shattered glass which is being held loosely together by the people who love me,
They are keeping me holding on...but i fear that soon even that may not last...
There's a hurricane within,
It's destroying the peace with its howling winds,
It deafens me and ruins all that i worked hard to build,
Destroying the peace i've found,
There's rain inside me,
There's war within,
See i'm stone on the shell,
But within i'm a mess of natural disasters,
Someone find me before i fall apart,
The seams are ready to break,
Someone help me,
I don't know if i can do this alone,
Inside i'm a puzzle,
That's missing so many pieces,
And broken windows leave a bed of glass,
My feet are stained red with trying to cope,
I might smile,
I might laugh,
I might put up a face to make you think i'm okay,
I'm all ready so far broken,
I don't know if i can be repaired...
Chasing Dreams - Chapter 2 - Endless Night KEY
Bold + Italic = Dreams or flashback
Italic Only = Speech read by computer/writing on computer/visor/screen
Bold Only = Thoughts
I awoke when the war ceased, or at least when the lullaby ended. Raising my head I gazed out through the crack in the rocks; before me was only darkness. I had slept the day away as my new order requested, now the night was my home. I crawled to the cracks opening and turned my Intel display to a heat sensor; unfortunately we hadn't scavenged the parts for a night vision display...but the night was my territory and with my senses heightened and slid down the scree at the side of the cliff. Scanning the area as I fell I could tell that there were no covenant on the field currently, but in the distance there was a collection of human heat signatures that notified me of the humans presence still residing here. A light swept across the desert-like scene and I moved quickly behin
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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