Struck down powerless with astonishment
as the Brocken spectre took its shape
forming one shadow breathing out
from the misted oceans a fierce bitter wind whispers
curling cries around the mountain howling suffering
Where an odd sound echos strangely
three times striking the spine with ice trembles
Then the crunch of lightening suddenly strikes this note
darkness causes uneasy feelings
when the shield of light is blinding
to the lost yet to be found wanting
opposite the sun enormous magnified shadows
begging to be seen casting lots upon the surfaces of clouds opposite
one head crowned figure emerges surrounded by glowing halo-like rings
the formation of glory rises from within shaping destiny
Where rings of coloured light appear directly opposite the sun
when sunlight finally meets a cloud uniformly-sized
water droplets refresh the misted vision held bathed
.
Old friend at the Edge.
Entrapped by tiger stripes.
Ghost, Dead Man, Walking.
Why am I always ‘just a friend’?
This is the question that bothers me most.
I know I am liked, as I’m there when I am needed,
But when all is ok, it’s as if I’m a ghost.
Here I am; your mate, your pal, your chum,
I will listen to your worries and give out sound advice.
A shoulder to cry on, when you’re feeling down,
Being the good ol’ BFF comes at a hefty price.
I’ll pick up the pieces as you spilt from your latest beau,
And I’ll cheer you up with a night out on the town.
I’ll take your mind off things and be there as your pal,
Yet I’m forever seen as just a loveable clown.
However, I crave stability, just like any other soul,
Dependable, funny and confident, yet fragile best describes me.
Even though I’m always ‘just a friend’, I long and deserved to be loved too,
A loser in love, a lonely shadow of who I want to be.
Struck down
powerless with astonishment
as the Brocken spectre took its shape
Forming one shadow breathing out
from the misted oceans
A fierce bitter wind whispers
curling cries around the mountain
howling suffering tunes
Where an odd sound echos strangely
three times striking the spine with ice trembles
Then the crunch of lightening suddenly strikes this note
darkness causes uneasy feelings
when the shield of light is blinding
to the lost yet to be found wanting
Opposite the sun enormous magnified shadows
begging to be seen casting lots
upon the surfaces of clouds opposite
one head crowned figure emerges
surrounded by glowing halo-like rings
the formation of glory rises
from within shaping destiny
Where rings of coloured light appear
directly opposite the sun
when sunlight finally meets a cloud
of uniformly-sized water droplets
refreshing the misted vision held bathed
I feel like I have left my feelings somewhere else...
lonely...
abandoned...
freezing!
And wherever they are
They are crying!
Shouting!
Screaming out my name in all tongues
for they know not what I have become.
I have fallen...
Apart?
In love?
So short?
What did your kiss do to me?
Did I get it?
Was it just an off-zone naveled thought?
I am withdrawn
I am that person which dies at the beginning
When will I ever reach the end?
Or will I?
The calendars are so few
she kept time around her wrist
I waste time under her love wings
Dear God
Forgive my loyalty to Love
I know we had to love you first but please understand
In this mortal life
we are both born of the love that never dies God!
Please
My dear God
understand this that...
None of these women can stand being a duet in a single man
Much worse for two man in a woman...
I am lost...
Is this my last heart beat?
I am lucky it still beats your name.
-N.B MPILA
It literally zones me out, makes me feel emotionless. I like forgetting my
feelings.
Because the feelings aren't good.
I can appreciate the things I usually overlook like nature in bloom.
(This was written by a friend I got her persmisson to submit it)
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