The Final Race
Staring at him with an icy glare,
The mistress of time did so prepare,
To end the life of such a man,
Who life's last race he had just ran.
The trumpets sound of fate's embrace,
Marked the ending of this race...
And as the man stood there preparing,
The mistress of time still stood glaring.
But then before the mistress' stare,
The man let out a quiet prayer.
Not one of regret, remorse, or shame,
Not one one of sadness or of blame,
Instead the man, with a great full sigh,
Thanked the Lord, he was allowed to die,
At the end of his life, and not before,
He learned to love, and experience more,
Than many men do, at
When you are hurt
When your spirit bleeds
When you have fallen short
Of sanctuary
You open up
To the shallow pool
Of regrets and pain
But words cannot describe how you feel
And art cannot translate your pain
So you dive in
Overcome with bitter sorrow
You thought you prepared
But none were as surprised as you
When the flood came in
And washed you away
Leaving all your dreams on the land
You may struggle
Or put up a fight
You may cry
And scream at the clouds
But they cant hear you
Over roaring thunder
You are all alone
So fight against the storm
And struggle all you will
Make a louder noise
Hoping someone will hear
You stand in astonishment
At the sight of your accomplishment
Everything that was wrong just went right
You sit and think it over here
You've got nothing left to fear
And all your nightmares fade away
So why...
Did it take so long to get here?
Why...
Did you have to try so hard...
You remember the way it used to be...
You found a lock without the key.
But suddenly it was right before your eyes...
Your life is so easy now...
From now on you will keep the vow...
But who knows how long all this will last...
So who is responsible?
For making life so hard.
And why does it change so easily...
Your efforts all seem fruitless...
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You're broken and confused...
You are hurt and forgotten.
You always feel so used...
By the people all turned rotten.
You sing because you're happy...
And you cry because you're sad.
You never feel like being sappy...
And they all think you're mad.
But when will it be...
Your turn...
When will it be...
Your chance to make a difference.
You sit in a corner...
Staring at the future.
But you want to change...
The way things are.
You are useless and distracted...
You are bored and sometimes cruel.
You are playing a life less active...
And you are labeled as the fool.
You shout because you're ignored...
And you listen when you
The Wall
The wall in your head..
Its motionless and dead.
Your parents always said...
To be social...
But you never wanted to be...
Just like them.
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So you scream.
And shout...
At the wall...
It won't talk back.
It can't respond.
It can't see you...
When you cry.
So you yell...
And beat upon the wall.
But it never...
Feels the pain.
The pain inside.
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Your wall is broken...
Its falling down.
It has shattered...
Lying on the ground.
It is weakened.
It is old.
But where the wall could not stand...
There was a man...
One man.
And He tore down your wall.
He lifted you up...
To see the sky.
Dark stranger
Are you a friend of mine?
You've pulled me closer
Holding me with your gaze
Wont you ever let go?
Casually aquainted
With this deep mystery
You asked me
But i said no
You looked at me
And your eyes gave you away
I regret now
Sending you back
To your
Dark home
"Lonely"
Can you hear it?
When the silence is so loud.
Can you feel it?
When the air presses down on you like a burden
Can you see it?
When the world seems to close in around you.
Can you hear it?
The laughter of a friend floating it the air.
Can you feel it?
The love that penetrates all sadness.
Can you see it?
A helping hand, a friend that will always be with you.
Can you hear it?
The cold whisper, the taunting laugh.
Can you feel it?
The hot breath around you.
Can you see it?
The penetrating darkness forming around you.
Can you hear it?
The warmth of a voice close by.
Can you feel it?
The gentle touch, the soft embr
**singing feeling lonley**
feeling lonely....
...is the worst of feeeeeeeeellllliiiinnngggsssss.....
...its like a thousand pinchessssssss...
...ona my bummmmmmmmm....
feeling lonely......
its poking my eyebaaaaaallllssssssss.....
feeling lonely.....
its like when you want to go to the bathroom but someone covered the seat with celophaneeeeeee......
celophaneeeeee.......
feeling lonely......
its like a burt without ernieeeeeeee....
feeling lonely....
it makes me want to bawl untill im so drenched that ppl think i peed my pants and make fun of meeeeeeeee......
meeeeeee......
feeling lonely......
feeeeeeellliiinngggg lonelyy
Have you no life?
no love?
no pain?
have you no thougts?
no fears?
no blames?
have you no feeling?
no dreams?
no shame?
have you no passion?
no drive?
no goal?
Have you no ears?
to hear the cries?
have you no eyes?
that you cannot see?
have you no mind?
that you cannot think?
have you no breath?
that you cannot speak?
for i have.
do not you?
Life is too serious! Life is too short!
Let's make time for le petite morte!
You'll dance on the tables, I'll rent us the hall! We'll take to the streets, or visit the mall!
They can arrest us, they can ask why, and we'll tell them the truth, we can but try!
We'll light the fires, we'll beat the drums!
Stamp on the floor, you know it's fun!
Lets pet lions, we can jump off cliffs! Raise your arms, you'll get a lift!
Life is too serious, life is too short! Let's show them all, it's fun to eat torte!
The Final Race
Staring at him with an icy glare,
The mistress of time did so prepare,
To end the life of such a man,
Who life's last race he had just ran.
The trumpets sound of fate's embrace,
Marked the ending of this race...
And as the man stood there preparing,
The mistress of time still stood glaring.
But then before the mistress' stare,
The man let out a quiet prayer.
Not one of regret, remorse, or shame,
Not one one of sadness or of blame,
Instead the man, with a great full sigh,
Thanked the Lord, he was allowed to die,
At the end of his life, and not before,
He learned to love, and experience more,
Than many men do, at
well as many of you could have guessed..i do not frequent deviantart very often anymore, but this is not because i dont want to talk to you...in fact, i do. so im gonna tell you how... if you have msn or yahoo and you want to talk with me, send me a note and i will add you or give you my screen name...i really do miss the people on here and i would love to catch up, i just feel like deviant art isnt that kind of place for me anymore.. i will be checking my notes once a week for 4 weeks and then i probably wont get back on here unless i have a severe poetic revelation.. the end.
ps- i made baklava...its fantastic.