You sit and you talk,
Making little sense.
And nothing you say,
Is of consequence.
You think you're important.
But really you're weak.
You talk all in secret,
To scared to bleed.
You're jealous of something,
You will never have.
Unable to see,
And blindingly mad.
Not knowing why,
And besotted by doom.
Unable to breath,
And face your truth.
Thinking you can,
Be a beacon to others.
A job you're not suited,
For your spirit is smothered.
Blinded and beaten,
Gagged and can't speak.
You talk about but not too me
And you think me weak?!
Look deep and look long,
Your reflection is fading.
This anger I have,
Is slowly
Where Will We Be? by inspirational-dreams, literature
Literature
Where Will We Be?
So in ten years from now, where will we be?
Will we be together happily wed?
Or will we be friends who try our very best to keep in touch?
Or will we be long lost friends searching for love we once believed in?
Now, if we
Problems arise,
They come and they go.
This never changes,
Like water it flows.
It comes with cold,
No matter whats done.
The storm will bring thunder,
But also bring sun.
Face what we can,
Change if we have choice,
Be forward in motion.
Be sharp with point.
Never relent,
Never deny.
When face with adversity,
Know when to comply.
Be still like a mountain,
But move with the wind.
Be peaceful in spirit.
But always defend.
Change what we can,
Face what we cant.
We neednt worry,
So ends this rant.
I am much too awkward for you to manage me
still I think its precious youd try to damage me
Even if you catch me I cant be confined
You had better not loose something you cant bind
I cant stand convention I crave autonomy
I feel claustrophobic in my own body
Still uncomfortable in this box you provide
I wont crush my soul down, so It fits inside
You find me uncouth, when I tell the truth,
Your diagnostic is that Im caustic
You call me a gypsy if I choose to roam
And claim Im a witch if I try to come home
I'm a sorceress if I know what I see
And the voices I hear must be necroma
Patience is a virtue,
That's all that I hear.
It's true it builds character,
But it can also feed fear.
In waiting for action,
We are anxious and on edge.
Sometimes a slight paranoid,
Like waiting for the dead.
In birth we are dying,
Our clocks start to tick.
To slow down seems surreal,
Often seems sick.
If we race through existence,
We will fail to see.
Life is a journey,
Not a race to complete.
So for those that I love,
On this day I say.
I may have been born running,
But for you I'm made to wait.
And wait so I shall,
For the best things are worth it.
Faith and love are no exception,
Happiness I will accomplish.
My pulse is racing,
As my heart keeps the beat.
Sweat rolls off of my brow,
Just missing my feet.
My will it is focused,
My soul resolute.
My muscles they ripple,
As the animal make's it's debut.
My stare it is blank,
My emotions in check.
My enemy taunts me,
Unaware he's but a speck.
This battle is won,
Before the first punch is thrown.
He fights from anger,
I fight from soul.
Alas it begins,
His tension comes flying.
I'm awaiting my chance,
To stop him from smiling.
In a flash it is over,
For anger burns quick.
I bow and show reverence,
My opponent just gets sick
I awake in the shadows,
Lost in my fear.
This nightmare is stalking me,
Nothing is clear.
My heads all a daze,
My heart starts to race.
A monster it hunts me,
A demon I can't face.
Its stronger then me,
In every way I can see.
I run it runs faster,
And it's deaf to my pleads.
My pain it craves,
On my fear's it feeds.
My soul it devours,
It's fueled by it greed.
A bloodlust unknown,
A monster unbounded.
How can one such as I,
Hope to put it down.
I must not surrender,
Nor lay down and die.
Pick up your feet,
It's time to fly.
The beast it is closing,
I'm now out of breath.
I stop at the sound,
At my loved ones gasp.
It engulfs and consumes,
Our every desire.
In our burning passion,
We walk on razor wire.
Ignore what we need,
To embrace what we want.
Fate is often cruel,
Our ambition it taunts.
We beat back our senses,
Our hearts are on the line.
We keep doing what where doing,
We just lost our minds.
We know what we want,
So logic gets a funeral pyre.
If we succeed we find greatness,
If we fail Death by fire.
Breeze blows through the trees,
Resting upon his neck.
He takes it in and relaxes.
At peace,
At ease,
Yet fully aware.
He sits on his rock.
Awaiting the break,
The moment his ease is replaced.
With out break of violence,
Approaching his land.
Other's they panic.
But not this man.
He fully aware of what must be done,
His home he defends.
He chose not to run.
They approach with swords drawn,
And fangs bared and growling.
They see him as weak,
That will change when he starts his howling.
Enemies forever,
But he is removed from hate.
The age old battle,
Will not dictate.
How he lives his life.
Away from the war,
But alas
I feel as if I'm standing in a pit,
Slowly sinking yet surrounded by loved ones.
They each read but I cannot grasp them.
I know they want to help, but I feel their agenda.
Something silent,
Expecting.
What can I do?
How can I appease them?
Why do I care to appease them?
These questions bring more questions.
None that I really care to know or answer.
Save one the silent question from the one person who knows me.
That question I answer gladly
I did and I waited not sure what to expect.
I'm still waiting, and I will continue to do so.
The question is a gamble.
I am not a betting man.
However without alitt