What will tommorow hold,
Yesterdays pains,
And last weeks tragedies?
Or maybe tomorrow will bring those happy summer days you read about in books,
Maybe love will be waiting behind tomorrows shadow,
maybe tomorrow will be somewhat bearable,
I'm hoping tomorrow will not be like today,
When i watched you walk away,
It pains me to know,
That its your emotions you dont show,
I only know what isnt true,
And boy i only wish i knew,
What to do,
I guess ill have to wait till tomorrow...
A Cold Awakening
I watch dark clouds cross the sky
Entities from a different world
Rain falls as they hover above me
Lasting showers
A loud peacefulness
Torments upon the crumbling ground
Burdening the thin dead trees
Falling leaves are whisked away
Buildings stained a new color
Pools form in the uneven pavement
Drowning insignificant life forms
Water rushes all around
Enveloping everything
A quiet pittering
A cold awakening
A beautiful world.
moonlight cascades
Depth, Calmness. Bringing out the equality of light and dark. Smooth and flowing, yet hectic. Pulling on everything it grasps. Spreading, consuming, tainting. Solemn and emotionless, yet bringing most emotion. Driving deeper into my vision. Clean, crisp, pure. Hearing nothing except the ambient beats radiating from it. Contradiction is all i feel. A slow breath rather than peircing scream, calmed all together. Fading back into a dream, to hold and cradle. Clouding memory, shadowning thought.
I don't know.
Brimstone and salt.
The cubbard is empty, but there is some water for me.
I keep picking up my pencil but it won't draw, not what it's supposed to.
I am a stranger in my own mind, waiting to see what really belongs.
maybe this will make for some good content?