The SeasonsA knowing smile curves upon my lips, faint as the wind on summer's eve.
Blades of grass bow in the dusty heat, reminding the presence of the sun.
My purposes hide in the voices of the dead, teasing the autumn's leaves.
Twirling and falling downward they dance, a chill dwindling their fun.
For who knows the secrets of life, other than winter's frozen screams?
Who live in the eternal, lifeless forest of those who can no longer see.
And who can know how I shall die, besides spring's changing dreams?
My life can not be predicted, as the seasons changing can often be.
HelplessI scream, for I am helpless, yet I am helpless because I scream.
My entire being aches to protect those who protect themselves.
I have no right to love those I can only injure with my strength,
And I have no right to want to save that which cannot be saved.
Collapsing on the shadows of my mistakes, I am forever alone.
I had severed all ties with humanity to prevent it from harm.
The only wish I had is use my power to embrace those I love,
Yet how selfish I was to wish for the destruction of everything.
I had always loved and embraced the eternal night within my soul,
But only now do I wish that I could see beyond this darkness.
ProcrastinationI find it so hard to concentrate, for I am always procrastinating.
Procrastination is my life, and without it I would not be myself.
When I wake up, I calculate, how much longer can I stay in bed?
Minutes and seconds tick by until I jump up and run out the door.
When I am driving, I sigh, if I will be on time if I make the light?
Two lights go by, yes I will be on time. I walk in as the bell rings.
When I am assigned homework, I think, how long would this take?
Five minutes before it's due, only then I have a pencil in my hand.
When I am playing music, I wonder, is this part hard to memorize?
The night before my evaluation, I cradle my flute, my music out.
When I am thinking about my life, I ponder, how long will I live?
A night, a week, a year, even a decade before my death, I smile.
My Fading DreamsMy sightless eyes gaze into the darkness,
hopelessly wishing for the night to come.
I cannot comprehend this world or life,
neither can I understand my own thoughts.
I was not made for a world such as this,
For my mind cannot withstand such sorrow.
These tiny wings I hold are so fragile,
I wonder if it possible for them to fly?
Longing for the night to come once more,
I launch into the sky, my dreams fading.
Something I AmLove is something I had never had,
Nor is it something that I wish to gain.
Hate is something that I was given,
And something I will cling to forever.
Despair is something of which I bring,
Yet it is also something I can discard.
Pain is something of which I own,
For it is what I will never let go.
If OnlyIf only I could see beyond the lies you tell to me.
If only I could hear beyond the melody you sing.
If only I could touch beyond the skin on your hand.
If only, you, I could try to finally understand.
Old ShadowsTainted by the shadows of old, I bring sorrow and despair to the earth.
The enraged clouds drench me in their pain as agony sears through the open sky.
I flee the anger that I have caused, only to be restrained by the ever dawning day.
Trapped, the sun burns me where I stand, and it soars triumphantly across the sky.
But as the day passes my lips wear a smile as I watch the sun disperse into colors.
And its sadness is seen by my eyes as it disappears below the distant horizon.
Alas! Freedom pulled at me from across the barren land, but I had no need to run.
For the silver moon had awaited me, behind the ancient black clouds of night.
And I, the destroyer of the earth, and the destroyer of love, had awaited it.
Worn Out WingsI cannot cease worrying over,
What has transpired in the past,
And I cannot stop the torrent,
Of thoughts on what's to come.
It is what makes up my mind,
What keeps me awake at night,
The constant feeling of pain,
That gnaws at my fading soul.
Sometimes I wonder what if,
I were to abandon my fear?
I know then I would be tempted,
To spread these worn out wings.
A Girl's Best FriendA girl's best friend is someone she can trust,
Someone who will not betray her or disappear.
A girl's best friend is someone she can love,
Who she can always take pleasure in being with.
A girl's best friend is just as vile as she,
Someone who won't run away from her darkness.
A girl's best friend stands out as much as she,
With the ability to overwhelm all who behold it.
A girl's best friend is what she holds most dear,
Yet it isn't money, and it isn't happiness.
A girl's best friend is her very own revenge.
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