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At the End of the Day

The voice within, a whisper bruised,

Fights the noise the world has used

To carve a man from primal bone

To cage the beast, to leash the lone.



The mind, a mat where wars unfold,

Instincts wild, but nurtured cold.

They tame him not with chains or rods,

But with applause and wooden Gods.



He wears the mask, rehearsed and tight,

Performs by day,

At the End of the Road, At the End of the Day

After Angella Voras-Hills


fallen green apples here and there
at a dead end, the yard is
where in the story lies an
ending, the life I lead an illusion
a collage along the road of
broken houses bathed in light
a quiet moment, a lament when
the day bleeds into colors
and all my realities and dreams connect 


There is an illusion of light

at the end of the day

At the end of the day 
How do you feel?
Are you ok?
Can you sleep peacefully?
If so, good for you.
Because at the end of the day
I'm in pain 
And i stay awake  until my demons give me peace 
But they never do 
At the end of the day 
Where do you see yourself 
Dead or

At The End Of The Day

At the end of the day it seems
I know more than I knew in the morning
The daytime reality fades into dreams
The dreams disappear with no warning
It all boils down to the evening
Just one more evening to bear
Since one certain day it’s a different feeling
Cause you are no longer there
So what do I know? Not much
The

At the End of the Day

It's funny, the random things that remind you 
of what a lovely place the world can sometimes be.
Like two little birds alighting on a wire,
as you emerge from the underground
just at dusk on a Thursday:
two weightless silhouettes,
suspended in the pre-star sky.
I wonder what journeys they've seen;
if they are recounting the day's adventures, 
or merely resting

at the end of the day

put up my feet and tune out
my favourite music in the background
forget the daily grind
no worries no busy mind
brush free the day's cobwebs
smile to myself and relax
shake off the weight of the world


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At the End of the Day

The final score
always left wanting, regretting
much metaphorical bed-wetting.

The cross-over to the beginning
is as swift as molasses.
Mental heels drag,
pointlessly
we ran out of points to make
too soon.

At the very end is the redirect start line -
bang! Go,
not rats racing
just facing up to the concrete
ceilings
we plastered over only yesterday

and yesterday now will always remain
an 'end of the day'

At the End of the Day

When the day is ended and it is time for bed,
and I lay my head down, I sigh with tears;
I am so, so grateful to still be healthy. 
when thousands have died in the world.
I am doing everything I can to stay save,
isolating inside, getting groceries delivered;
medications delivered, wearing a mask,
washing my hands over and

At the End of the Day

This crimson afternoon is getting late
with evening shadows growing ever long.
The sun is knocking loud at nighttime’s gate
as nature’s choir is singing evening’s song.

The western sky is painted coral hues
as day surrenders to the evening dusk,
and daylight slowly starting to diffuse
while giving way for darkness to unhusk.

In emerald treetops birds begin to roost,
as golden harvest

At the End of the Day

i am tired
the day was long
and i did 
nothing
nothing from the things
i had to do

i am happy
the day was full
and i did 
a lot
a lot of the things
i liked to do

i am tired 
the day was good
cause i did
i have done
what made me 
happy

At the End of the Day

At The End Of The Day
This is simply my pessimistic observation of the ways of the world; A conundrum timeless, if you will.
At the end of the day, do we really know, does time stand still?
How can we really know what goes on behind closed doors and in secret hearts? 
When we believe in love,

At the End of the Day

At the end of the day, 
The sun shines its light; 
The rain stops pouring, 
As shown by rainbow's delight.

At the end of the day, 
After the long journey; 
Storms of life weathered
Submit to a moment of glory.

At the end of the day, 
Begins the victory parade; 
Sweet success is shining
Through our sacrifices made.

At the

We All Have Our Hurricanes Who Is There At the End of the Day

Rose from the dead , recarninated into what god had planned, i feel like im the walking dead. always cold bury be back in my sand.stresssed out, i wanna break out , lord plese grab my hand please take me on your walk fill my heart with your prayers also your strenght of knowlege to

At the End of the Day

At the end of the day
I go back,
Travel the moments 
Of my field-path-
Retrace the harvest
And seed
Placed as children
In eider cradles.

At the End of the Day

 

crimson streaks in a fading sky,
the sun falls below the emerald. 


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May 15, 2013


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