How sad is the saddest sad
That only the saddest sad can tell how deep it run.
Through the blood stream of the heart and through
The conscious mind
So that it gives a little echo inside...
Lonleyness is the key.
The key to a thousand lost memorys.
As you cry a million tears as you think how it could've...
Been ,how it deserved a loving warm embrase.
How you could have given sumting so piculiar yet joyfull
You could have given it more time
You could have put in more effort
But... instead you let it drift away far into the atmosfeer
Now... you find yourself craying a million tears
For a thousand lost memorys
Categories:
embrase, age, appreciation, betrayal, birth,
Form: Dramatic Verse
IT’S HARD TO FACE REALITY
BUT YET EASY TO LIVE IN A FANTASY
IT’S HARD TO LIVE WITH A BURDAN
BUT YET EASY TO EMBRASE IT
IT’S HARDTO DEAL WITH PROBLEMS
BUT YET EASY TO SOLVE THEM
IT’S HARD TO SEE A FRIEND DIE
BUT YET EASY TO MAKE A NEW ONE
IT’S HARD TO COPE WITH EMOTIONS
BUT YET EASY TO EXPRESS THEM
IT’S HARD TO ALWAYS LAUGH
BUT YET EASY TO SMILE
IT’S HARD TO EXCEPT SOMEONE
BUT YET EASY TO GET TO KNOW THEM
IT’S HARD TO BE LOVED
BUT YET EASY TO SHOW LOVE
IT’S HARD TO LIVE LIFE
BUT YET EASY TO ENJOY IT
IT’S HARD TO GET TO KNOW YOURSELF
BUT YET EASY TO TURN IT INTO A JOURNY IN DESCOVERING IT FOR YOURSELF
Categories:
embrase, adventure
Form: I do not know?
Her lips are stained with the scarlet blood of the one she loves.
She stands, his lifeless body falling from her embrase.
She gathers her things and leaves, her hunger satisfied but her heart starving.
As she leaves her lovers apartment a silent tear slides down her cheek.
She is filled with grim aceptance though.
For she knows the life of a vampire is filled with endless hunger and endless loss.
Categories:
embrase, angst
Form: I do not know?
Life is a ling slow beautiful dance,
choregraphed by delicate hands.
For death is not the enemy
once we ful-fill the prophesy.
We all share a common destiny.
One of joy and not of sorry,
none shall fear the comings of tomarrow.
Each day is beautiful and pure, so do not fret--
my love for thee exceeds the time of life and shall remain with thee forever.
I feel the embrase of thy halo,
and I know my fare is wonderful.
My time on earth will be well lived,
for you have taught me that.
So all do not fret the hard times
for his prophesy has been ful-filled,
and so he lives in all of thee till sun refuse to shine.
Categories:
embrase, death, family, life, loss,
Form: Free verse
Red ribbons around the streetlights.
The lights from the commadore theather
are a reflection of the past.
Coblestone streets the historic district across the water
buildings are lit haunting shadows over the water.
Once a year closed streets seem to travle back in time.
Roasted penuts street corner preformers.
Familys togather homeless on benches not all is beautiful and bright.
Sweet city so cold and gritty.
Christmas lights like neon signs call to my jaded soul.
Horse and carrige ride down by the water.
New lovers getting lost in the moment an season.
I sit apon the steps of the old church share a bottle with
My new best friend smells of the city echo back to another time.
Lights and sounds reflect a holiday on highstreet.
Hands held togther when in another life it seems you
were mine.
Cold are the streets carols fill this night.
If only more than once a year.
We could embrase this spirt.
Then trap it for one peaceful day.
The traffic apon Highstreet is is slowing
The festival crowd is fading.
The bottle of christmas cheer is almost gone
so along with the I must be going.
Categories:
embrase, introspection, life, seasonscity,
Form: Narrative