This is my new beginning. Blank. Full of words.
Sometimes Life Just Isn't
Life comes at you fast. sometimes things all point to one thing, and really thats not it at all. Life hurts you when you think everything is going great sometimes. And sometimes life is just cruel and unusual. Sometimes it takes the one thing we can't live without away from you. And sometimes it can give us the greatest joy in life. But Life just isn't always a great thing sometimes. Sometimes it just doesn't care. Sometimes its hot. Sometimes its cold. Sometimes it will let you run in a confused circle until you hit a wall and fall down. They tell you to hold on to everything good you have. But sometimes that gets ripped away from you to where you are unable to hold it anymore. Sometimes life make the greatest joys seem so painful. Sometimes life will be kinda enough to paint you a rainbow. Sometimes life just isn't kind enough to give us the pleasures we deserve in life. Sometimes life just isn't.
In a distant time,
in a distant place,
this young girl sits,
and patiently waits,
for a being of sorts,
to take her in,
a make her one,
with the passion within.
As silence dwells within a mind,
There is no sense of time,
As a person sits andwonders why,
Time seems to fly by,
souls are lost to everyone,
for some they gain a soul undone,
Pictures and images are seen in the mind behind,
And still there is no time,
Love, they say, is forever,
But what is forever,
Forever to one may be different form forever to another,
And for some love, like time, seems to slumber,
A love is felt by few,
But silence is always consumed,
A silent mind trapped in the shadows of time,
And a love is never felt without a silent mind,
A love is never found,
Without the sense of time.
Many descended into chaos
as survival came painfully hard
devastation hung its hands about the land
as empty minds wondered
like a hurricane in my mind
ethics were not acceptable
uncontrollably i ran in the streets screaming
socialcrowds were not gleaming
desperate to get attention
crucial behaviors attacked me
the innocent beseeched me
my obligation was to help them
had to give them their sanity back
now on their property
the cauldron stirred so black
the consequences of my peeping
would send my soul sleeping
but put all the chaos away
and bring the innocence back
terrifyingly, I look to the sky
and quietly wonder
Why?
Death, fragile and unexpected, never know when its your time to go. i never want to leave this place like my grandma left me, my admirer taken 13 years ago form me at the age of 5. i awoke to mom telling me she had passed on away that gloomy night. I laughed and told her to shut up "Not funny" i say. i feel a tear drop fall to my face, I realize she is crying. She must be serious, my face turns hot, then it hits me and I start to weep.
i know how much pain she was in, i wanted the impossible, for her to get better, she was sick and helpless. she left me, without a chance to say goodbye, not the way I wanted her to leave me. She was my grandma, forever and always will i love the sweet old lady.
if mom would have granted me one last solemn wish before she passed on, I would have gotten to tell her that I love her, Its okay, go now, I love you. . . . .. goodbye.
