Longing for rest,
closing his eyes,
but now comes the test,
the retched lies,
...
I sit at the bottom of the ocean,
Thinking and pondering,
Enjoying the peace and serenity under the waves,
I wish to stay there forever,
But alas it is time to breathe...... once again.
...
When I'm gone,
Who will sing my song?
my life song, my legacy,
everything I've done and seen,
...
and the all came tumbling down
or so the old nursery rhyme says
but,
oh what a correct,
...
If I could describe,
what I feel to you,
It would emerge like a tsunami,
crashing over everything,
...
A light shines to me
brilliant and radiant
piercing the dark abyss
Whose dark had smothered
...
you cAn look right
and you can look left
but you caN't do both at the same time
it's not possible
...
a lullaby,
she hears it now,
as he holds her close,
deep inside his chest,
...
Two paths in the yellow woods,
said the Frosty poet should,
we travel the beaten road?
or shall we brave the lonely path?
...
Passion,
Our lives are ruled by it,
We obey it's heed and call,
It resides within us all,
...
I, let the stories flow from my fingers, inspiring those around me, my stories escaping my lips like the caged bird flies from the cage, my pencil lets loose a flurry of poetic snowflakes, sweeping over the page, covering it in a light dusting of poetry. If you have any questions, just message me.)
Insomnia
Longing for rest,
closing his eyes,
but now comes the test,
the retched lies,
he stays awake,
Insomnia visiting him again,
His mind leaving wreckage in it's wake
and finally he realizes the stain,
The one where his heart,
once was,
and the he wishes on dreams,
to allow him to see,
and make everything stop being not as it seems,
He wants it to be simple,
But just as He thinks of Her,
He succumbs to sleep.
If you ever get on here, I think you might know me. I'll always love you. My Bear.