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If
If I cannot run, I will not fall,
If I cannot kneel, I will not crawl.
If I cannot sleep, I will not dream,
If I cannot wake, I will not scheme.
If I cannot lie, I will not speak,
If I cannot die, I will not weep.
Just a moment of looking out a window and wondering about words. I love words and could happily read the dictionary all day. Will I miss them when disinterest finally embraces me and persuasively proposes  an eternity of irrelevance. Not at all, of course.  HH
Let me break it down
to assure I get it right

My love is never fleeting
and always worth the good fight

L I S T E N to the of a voices
of the ones who preceded

S E E all the faces of
friends inspired to be needed

F E E L the full presence
of all things to last

L O V E every moment
never clinging to past

Build up yourself first
and lean in to assist others

Be conscious of the world
includes protection of your brother.
Where you go I go
But still I will never see
What keeps you up at night
As you softly scream hauntedly

For you I will always care
Even if the sky shattered and fell
I would be there not letting a shard touch your hair
And vowing to make the heavens wish for hell

Where you go I go
But sill you forbid me to ask
From knowing what you know
What happened in your past

For you I am devastatingly aware
Of your sanity and your pain
Life is so cruel and unfair
I wish I could end your suffering alone in your brain

Where you go I go
Where ever it may be
If any one is going to hurt you
I would do it the most softly

We can finally take comfort in the end
And that I am no longer prolonging your pain
To the heavens I pray our souls will send
And that we will be blessed with the chance to start again
Is this poem not very good, its actually one of my more favourite poems but even though its up for interoperation one of mine is that the narrators love is using him to **** them self and really they wont get another chance to be together but it could also be the other way around and they will meet again in heaven or another life. If this poem is bad can some one please let me know.
I imagined myself leaving
someday.  Trading
plains for seas, exchanging
something loved for something
unknown.

And maybe it's the fear
of quietly whispering
goodbye that unsettles me.
Maybe it's the inevitable
end of familiarity,
like the sun's western descent
after a day that should not
end.
And when it does,
we all pack our bags
and say farewell.

Eventually,
I will trace new roadmaps on the
back of my hands;
I will find the familiar
creaks in the floorboards.

And when the sun sets,
someone will leave a light on
for me.
Where did the moon go
Maybe hidden by the clouds
Now I'm left waiting
We walk right down to the minute,
right up to the second.
We fall down in an instant
when the heartbeat is missing.
Black smoke become shapes
of whatever painful memory takes
our final beat and breath away.
If you keep delaying the tough and difficult decisions of your life..then you'll never be able to make them..so muster up courage and take that difficult call...'coz sometimes it's the only choice you have...don't think about what others might think of your decision...remember, every decision that you take in life will displease someone or the other..but that shouldn't stop you from doing the right thing.
We are dehydrated of meaning,

               But our tears
tell all that needs to be known....
Life is a story never ending,
Our time on Earth is short ,
Vent your dreams into sending,
E**arth a happy gift of support.
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