I
Want to
Be engulfed
By the ending
Of this unknown tale;
To never know how it
Will play out, I'll live in bliss.
Trembling, I still patiently crave
What is neither saddening nor pleasing;
It is cathartic, and overwhelming.
Take the strands given to you; tightly,
Weave and tie that heart together.
Don't tell a lie until I
Can understand the truth,
And embrace the tale
Who's ending will
Never be
Told to
Me.
All stars share the same sky,
but that doesn't mean they shine the same.
Some are held close, like a rose.
Some fade unseen, forgotten like a rose's thorns.
That's saddening — but true.
Still, it was never about roses, or stars.
I hope no one ever makes you feel like a thorn,
'cause you are the prettiest rose the world will ever see —
and even on the nights you doubt it,
I'll keep choosing to see you.
Hand on hand rest, I given a thistle
Forgive the word by the flaws in whistle
Tarry you and carry,no-more longer I
Dripped you the tear of slouching eye
In the mountain of fall layered in gild
And golden wattle suited into the barren field
The swore i remembered the long before
I placed over you that i never hold anymore
A stolen merry gyring within your quietness arm
Against the same lea and your terrible charm
Saddening and shrilling cries on my chest
And felt burnt by the chilly and hanging crest
O' what is meant to be sorrow i forgot
It is so where you were biding a lot
I the varlet flee to where we never meet
And is now your joy undimmed and sweet
Cold winds blow through.
Empty rooms feel still.
Dust hides the floor.
Shadows haunt the sill.
Gone is the light.
Quiet fills the hall.
Hearts turned to stone.
Echoes hit the wall.
Lonely hearts can tell
Love doesn't live here
Eden turned hell
A saddening loneliness
When you learn that your heroes are demons
And nothing lives up to its promise
And that all this time, you were only dreaming
And there never was such a thing as ‘honest’
Disappointment
Deflation
It’s a saddening situation
So screw up the compass
Fire the brand
Keep setting the course for sturdy land
But don’t look to me for navigation,
Ye sailors of the drowning heart
When that whale of your loss outwits you
And you’re hobbled and crippled, not a leg to stand on
May your friends be there when it suddenly hits you
There's at least one post you can abandon
(Called life)
Disappointment
Deflation
It’s a maddening situation
So screw up the compass
Fire the brand
Keep setting the course for sturdy land
But don’t look to me for navigation,
Ye sailors of the drowning heart
When the sails of clarity cease to guide you
Or protect you from the swirls of Sirens,
There’s this stubborn and strange little fire inside you
With the patience of saints and the pride of lions
Set your moral compass
And fire the brand
Keep setting the course for sturdier land
But don’t look at me for navigation,
Ye sailors of the drowning heart
The prancing Animal
Through the Woods it Went,
That house Full of Wool,
That was Truly — a Tent.
“Has the Hole been Dug?”
How had It Gone?
Hunting the animalistic Bug,
How saddening, Ron.
Antelope, insect,
Appealing or Not,
A many will not be too checked —
As they weren't Noticed -- Through the Knots.
Never, or Ever -- will The Big bug Bite,
Not again For the Bug of greatest Of Sizes.
“No, not bug, But some Blight” --
Ness, You will Not win those Prizes.
Smoking all while it is heavily but gently snowing.
Smiling through thoughts that are so saddening and so unraveling.
Staying strong as usual through all of what is separating.
It’s a very saddening feeling.
Loneliness.
You want to go out,
but you don’t have anyone to call.
You want to get out of the house,
but you don’t have the motivation to get out of bed.
You want to talk to someone,
but you don’t want to be a burden with your thoughts,
so you keep to yourself,
and don’t let anyone in.
It’s painful,
Mentally, and physically.
It causes mental pain,
because you’re having yourself stuck in your head,
in the darkness of a room.
It causes physical pain,
because you can let out your frustrations,
and other bothering thoughts,
onto yourself, hurting yourself.
It’s painful being alone,
and it never won’t be.
I've been through hell,
I've been through the heaven,
happens with you!
I've tried avoiding it for so long,
the force pulling me to you.
Every day, I take just a glance at you,
and all my feelings are renewed.
It makes my heart leap and stammer,
to see someone so covered in glamour.
Someone so kind, so beautiful, so funny,
how could I not?
Yet, I'm scared.
I want to give love another chance
and venture, see where it takes me.
But if it takes my heart to be shattered
once again?
My heart is already halfway split.
I'm breaking my heart every day
when I try to hide the feelings
I have for you.
But honestly,
I don't have hope for you and I.
I've watched countless miserable,
saddening love stories,
what's the chance that ours is an outlier?
A part of me wants to try,
see where this takes you and I.
Maybe the distant dream I wished for
isn't so far after all?
Hope
assurance optimism
expecting believing anticipating
encouragement confidence sorrow distress
saddening burdening lamenting
bleak gloomy
despair
8-12-2022
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Princess! The smile of your angel face may never depart.
Sweetheart! wake up and give your day a fresh new start.
Your beauty and charm God can no longer exalt.
You are a precious queen, with a diamond heart.
Till you do not open your eyes, how dare the Sun can shine.
You can turn the waters into delicious wine.
I wish I could forever call you mine.
Because you are really a masterpiece of Divine.
You are the sunshine of my life and pleasure in dismays.
You are sweeter than sweets and more luminous than the first morning rays.
You ignite my thoughts and make my imagination blaze.
The reason for my smile and the light to my dark days.
Every day, you are the first thought coming to my mind.
The only person, I see, who has no axe to grind.
Loving when beside me and praying from behind.
You are unique, and there is no one of your kind.
Listen! Don’t fret over the past and worry about the things.
You are more valuable than a lot of inherited rings of the kings.
C’mon conquer the sky with your powerful wings.
The saddening autumn is gone, Now, there are springs.
For you, everywhere are springs, everywhere are springs
Entrancing song,
A feeling arises from deep
Within it was for long.
Melodious song,
A mood revels from inside
Of where it was all along.
Expressive song,
A memory flows from afar,
In which I once belonged.
Saddening song,
A thought reminds from ago
About times I once known.
The death knell, ringing requiem bell,
a saddening sound,
archways they pass, tears flood the mass,
deep and deathly profound.
Of what we know, strange seeds we sow,
returning to us with a taunt
a tree of poisonous root, bares similar fruit,
wrinkled, pus filled and gaunt.
Lessons to learn for the freedom we yearn,
paid for in blood and gold,
lounge in the chateau covered with shadow,
and wait for the truth to unfold.
For we all have plight it doesn't make it right,
to wallow, fester and judge,
waste deep in sewage when the torrent deluge,
rushes in thicker than sludge.
Clumped altogether for worse or better,
seeking the price of the unknown,
soaring in flight then catching the sight,
of the one-eyed King on the throne.
Grey the shadow has laid
Shoes are scattered buckles undone
Quite still the ball with which children played
In quiet corners the clocks hands don’t run
Chuckles sounded a happy day was made
Toy boxes in past times a wondrous scene
Clay models squeezed to shape in small hands
Books pens and paint brushes water soaked clean
Some glued paper with stuck coloured sands
A blackboard with chalk its white letters to be seen
The end of play bell had sound its saddening ring
Some counting was practiced at the front of the class
Some children at the piano with the teacher sing
But it isn’t the wind which rattles the glass
Outside the rain fell frozen too hail winter to bring
That grey shadow dealing death in its wake
What was the guardian doing that day
In silence and stillness bleeding fingers would rake
When so many loved ones were taken away
To listen for a voice a needed sound to make
22/9/21. Contest quintain Sicilian. Emile Pinet
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