I stay up late at night wondering of what could be
If this is a part of my eternal destiny
Through sorrow, through pain, I stay, I live
Live for the moments that bless my life forever
Will I fall, will I break, how much can I take
We are but pawns in a world full of deceit
We must fight, we must survive, we must treasure
Treasure those moments that take our breath away
And never stop searching for what could be
Many have died for an idea, a cause, an image
Those regular people, that we see every day
Who will never be noticed until today
When they stop going with the people
And start leading the people
Must I fall, must I break,
Already nervous, but yet prepared;
Enters unknowingly, but inspires.
Welcomed by many, even if confused;
Overindulged, will soon have failures.
Friends accompany now all through the day;
During some classes, but mainly outside,
Playing with one another everyday.
If one is in trouble, all cares subside.
Everyday their friendship grows tighter bound;
United, even through darkness and thin.
Life together, makes their friendship profound.
Sadly they may part, no one can say when.
Friendship through school can be everlasting,
They decide if it will be abiding.
You're like a rose to my heart.
So pure and so graceful.
You're like a rose to my heart.
So beautiful and so lovely.
You're like a rose to my heart.
The reason everyday sparkles.
You're like a rose to my heart.
Our time spent together is a wrinkle in time, timelessly remembered.
You're like a rose to my heart.
You make even the most brilliant stars seem dreary.
You're like a rose to my heart.
When I'm with you, I feel like eternity could go by in a heart beat.
You're like a rose to my heart.
The Bitter End Version 2 by lcshaver06, literature
Literature
The Bitter End Version 2
I stay up late at night wondering of what could be.
Wondering why this anguish comes so readily.
Through sorrow, through pain, I stay, I live.
Live for the moments that bless my life.
Will I fall, will I break, how much more can I take?
We are but pawns in a world full of deceit.
Where must fight to survive, and defeat.
While still embracing the moments that take our breath away.
And never stop searching for what could be.
Many have died for an idea, a cause, an image.
Those regular people, that we see every day.
Who will never be noticed until the day,
When they stop following the standards,
And start leading with principles.
W
A chain is rugged, restricting and strong.
Held by those who are too scared to let go.
Long or short, its bond does not break.
The victims are stopped short of their desires.
Such selfishness and doubt, I could not imagine.
For I hold my heart, rather the chain.
It is scared and tough, but healed.
Distance plays no part, its bond does not break.
The privileged are left to their hopes and dreams.
Such caring and devotion, I strive to maintain.
The bottle hits the ground as I cover my face.
Her memory fills my thoughts of her loving grace.
As the bottle rolls away, I remember the day.
The day she cried and walked away.
Her love was strong, true, and caring.
Yet I chose the empty and sorrowed bottle.
Its toxins I craved but now despise.
For I lost.
I lost the love of my life.
Defenses are up, guards are posted, the locks on the door.
Standing outside is a person, like many before.
Waiting, pleading, and begging to be let in.
But the man in the tower only looks down with caring eyes.
Because no one is ever let in.
Hours become days.
She stays and waits.
Days become weeks.
She is still standing outside, with the guards now gone.
Weeks become months.
She remains loyal, and the door unlocks.
Suddenly the tower changes from its gloomy state.
To a happier, and more loving place.
Life is great, the world is anew, everything because she had stayed true.
Defenses are gone, and hope is all that is left.
For t
Faster faster they travel,
moving through every cell.
Corrupting. Polluting. Intoxicating.
Louder louder he yells,
at every one he loves.
Hurting. Punishing. Breaking.
Further further it goes,
changing every known feature.
Forgetting. Vanishing. Leaving.
Harder harder they struggle,
dangling on every faint hope.
Praying. Begging. Loving.
Brighter brighter is the light,
radiating to every corner.
Inviting. Welcoming. Caring.
Warmer warmer his eyes
become with every minute.
Surviving. Controlling. Conquering.
The world is but a Joker and a Thief.
A show and tell of love and hate.
Illusions of knowledge and power.
While true nature's fate mocks and laughs.
Stealing hopes, dreams, and life.
One may believe, hope, and wish for
life to have its triumphs and failures.
Alas this is all but the Joker's tale.
The tale is told as the thief does his dues.
Stealing any chance of power.
For we are not actors on this stage,
nor are we the spectators,
rather, we are the stage itself.
The base on which the joke is being told.
depths of a Black Hole
one will reside
Gasping.
Scraping.
Clawing.
Yelling.
all Silent cries of pain.
Silent tears of shame.
Silent days of rain.
cheer, glee, enjoyment
all memories
to remember is to Forget.
Forget agony of betrayal.
Forget illusion of trust.
Black Hole reaches beyond
my soul grasps the lives
of those in my path and
takes form in my wrath.