A breath of fresh air,
poured into the room,
I breathed it in and,
instantly I was consumed.
I knew nothing of logic,
only feelings,
I knew nothing of rationality,
only passion.
I recalled,
just how toxic love can be,
And the times,
I was deceived by its acid rain.
Yet this time,
I feel renewed,
And this time,
I know of nothing,
nothing, but you.
The truth is ill tell myself,
I don’t like you
And I’ll force myself,
to stop thinking about you
I poison my mind,
with harmful phrases:
“She doesn't care about you”
“She doesn't think about you”
“She doesn't want you”
“She doesn't need you”
But the truth is,
every time I see you,
My stomach burns,
My face gets hot,
And I can’t seem to get enough air.
A poet's touch, word's from the soul, on everything this world,straight from the heart, to the tip of the pen, to paper....now to the BLOG!
Friday, 4 July 2014
Wednesday, 2 April 2014
DREAMING WARRIOR
In this maze of life we live,
As time counts down so quietly,
We try to sort life through our mental sieve,
But often end up under or over reacting.
Every morning we wake up,
With the same thing going through the head,
A big BLANK!
A blank for stuff we do not even care for.
The grains of the hourglass speed up not down,
We meet new and old folks alike,
We pray each morning for a smile, not a frown,
But sometimes life decides to say 'SYCHE!!'
This is the sole reason we cling so close to each other,
We await the day our soul's cry is heard from one somewhere,
In this life you will find enemies many and few folks like a brother,
But getting into the fray will show your strength if you dare.
Let not fear slay the hand and sword, advance upon your foe,
Let the light shine ever so bright and the path will begin to glow.
As time counts down so quietly,
We try to sort life through our mental sieve,
But often end up under or over reacting.
Every morning we wake up,
With the same thing going through the head,
A big BLANK!
A blank for stuff we do not even care for.
The grains of the hourglass speed up not down,
We meet new and old folks alike,
We pray each morning for a smile, not a frown,
But sometimes life decides to say 'SYCHE!!'
This is the sole reason we cling so close to each other,
We await the day our soul's cry is heard from one somewhere,
In this life you will find enemies many and few folks like a brother,
But getting into the fray will show your strength if you dare.
Let not fear slay the hand and sword, advance upon your foe,
Let the light shine ever so bright and the path will begin to glow.
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