The Passage of TimeConsider this:The Passage of Time
Moment by moment is fractured by chaos, nothing is ever still And life, fighting for order yet order is silenced by another will- For reality to beckon life it must partake of its brethren chance Building togheter what moments later must crumble... see a shadow dance?
Nothing more or nothing hence can bring to be All those wishes and all those dreams you thought Your life was worth or meant to achieve, for you see What you build is quite rarely what you sought
In here lies the many troubled hearts and minds Not of youth who think nothing fo
Burgeoning VisionI envision the Phoenix as both rising and falling Continuously as a burning loop of life and death Ushering the start and end of all things in existence As certain as cataclysm is creation breaking illusionBurgeoning Vision
Thus, am I consumed by solace and so sired by flame The very sight and sound of which is sundry reclaimed As a celestial light ever so bright, expanding untamed From whence it blossomed my soul cannot ascertain
Such is humanity’s future and all her perils proclaimed Perhaps once unleashed, shall quench the burgeoning – Pain, and yet do I fear not the end so
To the MoonI know you speak to the moon And though I hear not your words- Filled with anguish, pain, and regret Lost amongst the starry night, I feel them. Have always felt them.To the Moon
You spoke of a dead passion, I know That once burned strong between us Laid now to rest, but not all forgotten As embers do, dying through the night Only to greet the dawn light cold as ash.
But the breath of a new day my old friend Yields more promise, those tear-strained eyes Will learn to see that the future still holds All the opportunity for you and for me.
You spoke of
Weep With MeI walk in wonder and in witness of what once was and will never be… Woe to me and woe this wasting wonderland we love to hate.Weep With Me
Where with all the wisdom and hope will I withstand thee? When a way and a why are but wishes and wilting flowers…
Weep with me at a world awry with waste and wickedness.
Weep with me as wrinkled men watch a winters wars’ descent-
I wallow in the willowing brook of the wandering waterway, Words my friend; fallen as a whisper whipped aside by the wind.
17 - The Star
we like the storiesI am a systemic anomaly And you are pleasantly arrogant.we like the stories
To you the sky is iron the stars are your magnets. everyday I look up and I see a few more new words etched into it they fall freely upon the Earth Like a toxic rain.
I spilled love into the ocean
and stained it blood red- but you're colorblind.
I cracked open the sun and spilled its rays into your drink at that party- but you have high tolerance.
With you I just can't win, so I'll stop trying. Don't know if you're there, signals went static a long time a
The stories we live by...
Neutral
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すべての私は見る私のハートが青くなる...
You have very inspiring poems and it would be an honor for me to be able to use them in the near future
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MetaBear
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i cant figure out how people get many watchers xD
i think ur gonna like my poems
peace out
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men fear time, yet time fears the pyramids.
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Oh show me the way to the next whiskey bar, oh don't ask why. Oh, don't ask why.
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