I see your from, not your face
I see you in darkness’ embrace
listless figure, dark shadow
Coming to life without light
You are there wherever i go
You are always there i know
Taking away all that’s alive
Eating away all that’s bright
They stay there waiting,
preying on you. Hoping
for that perfect chance,
to take, to drain, to feast.
I see them hiding in the dark
the very place in your heart
Feeding on your agony, growing
evil in those they touch.
What is Love? What shape does it take? Is it round? Or is it squarish? Or what colour does it take? Can you tell?
Let me tell you what I think love is…
Love is…
… a cooling shower on a hot summer day
… a cup of hot chocolate in the chilling autume
… a pair of ice-skates for a frozen winter lake
… the beautiful buds waiting to bloom in spring
In fact, love is something that no one can really see or define by any physical means… It’s something that has to be felt or seen using our hearts. It is the one thing that keeps most of us going, but also the nothing that sets us crying. I think love is the one that keeps us smiling, and the one that sets us free. And sometimes it is the one that hurts us, the most. Then, why love when love hurts? Simple, because we cannot live without love. Think about it… Love is the one that hurts, but it is also the one that can heal… We need it! We want it! We are always searching for it! What we don’t know is, we have it all around us!
Take some time off our busy schedule, and look aound, we’ll find that we are actually submerged in Love all the time…
(inspired by a book i’ve recently read ^-^)
Fly dear butterfly, take everything with you.
Take all the agony, all the pain, leaving tortures few.
But where have all the butterflies gone
Will they come back again?
I can’t find my dear butterfly, I think it has gone away!
My agony now is here to stay, no matter what i say.
Somehow i need to let all this out, by other means and ways
but right now, i see nothing, no route to move at all.
I saw my butterfly fly that day
i didnt think i’ll lost it forever
but til now it hasn’t returned
some say it would never.
Is this the price, man has to pay,
for being weak and frail?
if we don’t stand strong, and cherish our own butterflies
Our troubles will follow our trail…
[note:i'm not troubled...just a spark of inspirstion.. :)]
This hurt… It won’t go away… But why? Why does it hurt?
I don’t know…I can’t tell… The hurt wont go. It hurts so much, that it makes me want to cry. But i can’t cry and i can’t tear, because my eyes won’t let me. It feels worst everyday.
I feel things lurking in the shadows, there are things hiding in the dark. i can feel them, i know they are there. Are they the cause of this pain? Are they the cause of this agony?
Am i jus thinking that they are there? Do they exist? Does the hurt even hurt? I can’t tell. I don’t know…i feel lost…I don’t know where i am, and i don’t know why i am here… What’s real? What isn’t?
I don’t know… I don’t know…
The clouds came rolling, the lightning flashed
I knew they were coming for me.
They’ll first savour my heart, then taste my soul.
But I will not submit without a brawl.
‘Be strong’ the voices sounded loud,
I’m too tired, cant you see that?
How long more can I hold out
Things really look terribly bad.
Now that darkness has fallen,
The people are sound asleep.
Where can I go to seek help?
What troubles will I bound to meet?
Help me! Help me!
Won’t someone, please?
Take me back
To where I used to be.
Finally the rain fell,
Their arrival brought it here.
No where to ran, no where to hide.
Just brace myself and hold my jaws tight.
Winter approaches, the birds fly south, and silence was once again observed. Sweet scent of roses begin to fade, as the air around became still, bit by bit. The chill has engulfed the land once again, all will become cold. The only thing that will warm one, is the love-filled heart he own.
If one’s heart is filled with love, then why shiver and jitter? Well, maybe one cant feel the love that has been given. Often, that is the case. Sometimes our hearts are hurt so much that we built a wall around it. The wall protects it from pain and hurt, but not from the endless cold. The wall will not only protect the heart, but also stop any other forms of love from settling in. Some built the wall out of ice, and allow themselves to shiver in the cold. They say they rather be frozen, than to be hurt once more.
Is it right? Is it right for one to suffer like this? All alone in the silence. All alone in the cold. Well, it is only right if silence is what one needs…
Sounds of falls filled my head
They blurred my vision, and shrouded my mind
What are they? Where are they from?
Who are they? What do they want?
Trapped in a lake, one filled with plagues
I cant see through the murky waters, can you?
The surface ain’t clear now… What is?
Nothing is…
