youth stands still,
others walk fast.
in a race of life,
one forgets past.
making way for future,
in a wishing oh so well,
but if the difference isnt shown,
then what will?
struggle is ambient,
success is fatal.
life is too short,
death is pre-natal.
every way out,
one way in.
being all about,
everyone's sin.
Writing things that cant be understood but sympathetic to emotions. An extraordinarily unique attribute that captures your attention through the dialect between your perception and precise diction. Eventually, upholding you to greater extents in attempt to acquire your imagination to wonders incapable for sight. A sense.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
November 4, 2012
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It all seems so real,
Like it was sort of meant to be,
All of a sudden this view for you was hardly
there to see,
Differently different those words play again,
But morals and values put it to an end.
It’s not that simple, not even as that,
Because I was the one that became attached,
Being different for this chance of love to put me
on my back.
Love is just bad luck but--
How we know if its love if you always give it up.
I promise it wasn’t lust,
No, that was never the reason.
Even though at the garden your eyes
Gave me something to believe in.
And I just want to take the time to stop thinking
about myself,
Into showing you how WE are different from everybody
else.
Remember you, or us two, to remember me
More than a thought, L-O-V-E .
The End
November 3, 2012
The girl or the world? Boy—
I couldn’t tell the difference.
If a chance was my future in a picture,
I had sent it.
I’m hoping you will take it,
No memories be forgotten as heart to hearts fade away,
Ready for the better things life,
I guess I’m here to stay—
Or maybe here to say,
The future of our beginning shall never be of dismay.
October 28, 2012
A step has been taken but no need to start
racing,
To one another’s heart so the love is steady
pacing,
Admiration of your bliss,
Opens sweet slightly like a kiss,
From being blind in a midst to peering at all of
this.
Its crazy how you picture your imaginations
future,
Then the cookie that it came in doesn’t really
suit you—
But its prom night and you decide to read it and
weep,
When in reality,
Love is seven wars when one dies weak.
So you find this person you just stumble upon,
In a life that sings harmonically to everyone’s
song--
From a knee upon the ground
to a children’s picnic in the lawn.
Temporary forever’s exist well together,
with
those who say never is better,
to let love free,
and leave emotions severed!
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