Can you see
when I cannot?
My eyes fail me,
they see not...
From the darkness
of my mind,
without knowing,
what I'll find...
Truth it lies
within us all,
our greatest strength
and worst downfall...
Realize this
then you will see,
what lies within
is never free...
Our darkest thoughts
and deepest dreams,
remain unseen
among shadowed things...
Never must they
be released
lest we succumb
to our inner beast.
The walls we build
around our mind
keep this beast
inside, confined.
Can you see,
what you should not?
Some things, you see, are best left
FORGOT
I sing a song to the heavens vast,
it tells of beauty unsurpassed.
This song I know not from whence it came,
but I shall sing it all the same.
It speaks to me while I'm asleep,
when I hear the notes, I begin to weep.
I've cried the tears so many times,
the flow from me like a poet's rhymes.
I'm whisked away to a far off land,
where the blind can see and the crippled stand.
This place of dreams exists within,
it floats up on high like a bird in the wind.
Untouched by all the world has done wrong,
the walls of this place stand firm and stand strong.
My innermost thoughts reside in this place,
blessed are they with an un-earthly g
Whispered thoughts,
which haunt my dreams,
and plague my thoughts,
like shadowed things.
Ageless songs,
once sung by time,
are sung once more,
through simple rhyme.
These silent dreams
reveal to all,
what lies before us,
when we fall.
Death is not,
as we all think,
frightening to see,
and drenched with stink.
This song is not,
as we all fear,
the end of things,
be them far or near.
Merely a transition,
for us my friends,
is all it is,
it is not the end.
We all will sing,
we all will die,
but do not fear it,
do not cry.
The song of silence,
must be sung again,
for only through it,
does true life begin.
We have n
As I write,
these words you see,
I ask myself,
what would be...
What would be,
Without love,
or without
the stars above?
What would be.
without pain?
Nothing, you see,
Could we gain.
What would be,
without the past,
which shattered echoes,
forever last?
Would I be,
Who I am this day,
had my innocence
not been snatched away?
Would we be,
true to ourselves,
if we forgot our pasts,
like old books on shelves?
Sadly it seems,
that all we are,
is what we are,
be it near or far.
Sadly it seems,
we all must cry,
for at one point,
our spirits die...
What would be,
without thought,
without thirst,
and wars we've foug
As I sit,
I feel the tears falling
As I sit and cry
The tide of sadness consumes me
As I sit and cry
I wish I would die
No hope for me now
As I sit and cry...
The despairity overwhelming
My life, it seems to be ending
I sit and reflect on my days gone by
A life of emptiness, meaningless rubbish
Doomed to failure,
Doomed to darkness
I've hurt those I loved the most,
I hurt those for whom I cared.
As I sit and cry
Can't stand myself,
the thought of what I've done
Everyday hating myself
Everyday hating my life.
But I'm powerless
My last threads of sanity
Bind me to this world.
I wonder why
As I sit and cry...
As I sit a
For many years
I lived my life
in darkness and despair.
I lived alone
within myself,
no one was ever there.
I couldn't run,
despite the pain,
from all that I'd done wrong.
But then my Dea,
you came to me
and helped me to be strong.
I do not know,
why you're still here
or from where it is you came.
But I thank the lord,
each and everyday,
I thank him all the same.
Sometimes I feel,
I'd be lost once more,
were it not for your grace.
Sometimes I feel,
I'd be alone,
with all my fears to face.
I dont believe,
that words relate,
precisely how I feel.
I'm still trying
to convince myself,
convince myself this is real.
Th
As the sun sets,
I reflect on the day that has passed.
I look deep within myself,
And I ask... "Is this me?"
I wait, but no answer comes,
Again I ask..."Is this me?"
This time, I receive and answer...
"Is this not you?"
Perplexed, I struggle to understand,
But understanding eludes my grasp...
Then amidst my confusion, I see it...
One is not judged
by their actions, inactions,
morals, friends,
or even by how they live their life.
One is judged only by themselves...
At this moment all negative emotions,
I had trapped within me,
Ceased to exist...
It was as if the sun had risen,
And ended a seemingly eternal darkness...
I sing a song of sorrow,
a song of worst despair,
I sing the song of nameless names,
but I doubt that you would care.
For years I've lived a
shattered life
full of sadness
and of strife.
For years I've cried
in agony,
and suffered endless pain
and misery.
It started long ago,
you see,
when I was I,
and me was me.
It started long ago
I said,
now I am gone,
and me is dead.
I am not who
I once was,
my life destroyed,
and all because..
Why?
Why has this
been done to me,
I feel that I
cannot be free...
Free from all
this pain I feel,
my soul I wish,
someone would heal.
But such wishes
do seem hopeless now,
how co
Slowly I stand,
as the blows strike me down
their fury is
un-relenting.
Yet still do I rise,
to look my foe in his eyes,
so he knows I am not
beaten.
He presses the attack,
hoping for me to fall back
but I show him he is
mistaken.
You can break what I am,
and destroy me again,
yet still will I rise
against-you.
Praise be to the Goddess Erato,
Muse of the poetry of love,
for without her unseen guidance,
Who would sing of the stars above?
Who would sing of untold beauty,
While traveling the land,
In search of grace and harmony,
For love, who would make a stand?
If not for her supernal essence,
The epochal beauty of her soul,
Despite even Aphrodite, and Eros,
Love would never be whole.
It is poetry's conveyance
of the poet's soul within,
Which allows for love to flourish,
And for perfection to begin.
So I sing my praise to Erato,
Eos of my night,
If not for her inspiration,
for love, who would stand and fight?
How do we know
just who we are,
and life is not just
an illusion?
How do we know
that we truly are,
and we aren't just
simply dreaming?
You never know
just what you see,
whether it's you
imagination.
How do we know
we're not an idea,
that someone has been
thinking?
How do we know?
We don't
that's just it,
our life is a series of
questions.
Always asking
just who we are,
and why we were
created.
It is these questions,
which drive our minds
they cause us to be
human.
So ask yourself,
"Why are you here?"
For then you will truly be
Human.
Ages have past since first I did leave,
The days have since turned into years.
Ages have past, they have come and then gone,
throughout I have fought all my fears.
Like grains of sand, slowly slipping away,
I feel my time drawing near.
Yet before I die,
I must return to I,
and fight off my shadows
from here.
I am a servant you see
of great destiny
I serve everything
I hold to be dear.
So come take my hand,
we shall both make a stand,
only then will the truth
re-appear.
deny my love
like you always have
i will certainly stay strong
turn your back
and keep on running
i will never do you wrong
burn my memories
freeze my tears
i will always support you
build a fence and
strengthen it with lies
i will still be true
though at times, life is painful
i will be forever faithful
I sing a song of sorrow,
a song of worst despair,
I sing the song of nameless names,
but I doubt that you would care.
For years I've lived a
shattered life
full of sadness
and of strife.
For years I've cried
in agony,
and suffered endless pain
and misery.
It started long ago,
you see,
when I was I,
and me was me.
It started long ago
I said,
now I am gone,
and me is dead.
I am not who
I once was,
my life destroyed,
and all because..
Why?
Why has this
been done to me,
I feel that I
cannot be free...
Free from all
this pain I feel,
my soul I wish,
someone would heal.
But such wishes
do seem hopeless now,
how co
Current Residence: Florida Favourite genre of music: Rock/Industrial Favourite cartoon character: Ed Personal Quote: Beauty Reveals all truths, even those least expected.
Favourite Movies
Final Destination
Favourite Writers
Edgar Allen Poe
Favourite Games
F.E.A.R.
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
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It's been quite some time since I have been on DeviantArt and actively posted. Why you might be asking? Every writer goes through a period when he or she, for what ever reason, jus can't seem to focus on writing... I happen to be in the midst of one such period... So I pose a question, to anyone who would care to give it the thought; What are some possible factors, each of you feel, might contribute to writer's block?
I am slightly curious as to what other might say to this, so please, comment with your opinions... What would you say if I told you that we are in effect Gods (not in the religious aspect of the word) ? That by merely imagining and dreaming, we oursleves continuously create and destroy infinite universes every moment we are alive? It's true... For you see, such is the power of the imagination... it is what truly seperates us from the animals...
Yes they are, don't fool yourself into thinking your work isn't as good as it really is, just make sure that you always strive to do better with each poem you write... Shoot for the moon, because even if you miss, you will land amongst the stars.