The Boy Who Grew Up Into a TreeThe Boy Who Grew Up Into a Tree by DrowningByWords
Here stands a man, who has a boy loved to climb trees and run around outside all day, who now lives within himself and doesn't go anywhere. A man who revolts against everything including life itself, a man who doesn't live life, he merely just lives. He's become merely a thing, not even invisible just something that is there and nothing else. Something to be just passed by, something without a story or even a name. Someone who lives less than a shadow.
Life has passed him by so much that he no longer remembers his own life. Memories just blur into one another and come and go like a gentle breeze through branches, a cruel reminder of the dreams he was too scared to chase. By the time he gathered the thirst for life that we take for granted like the air or the weather, he found that the life he wasn't brave enough to live, had rooted him to the only pathetic spot of earth that he seemed to have ever known. He could no longer go anywhere, even if he wanted to. He felt surprised that the
Our Own Worst Enemy...Our Own Worst Enemy... by DrowningByWords
Short-sighted escape from one place to the same place,
Dissolving in and out of crowds; pulling clouds out of my eyes.
Living in the wrong place, the mind consumes and reshapes the universe.
Too much on our minds the heart lies; every window tells its own story.
Irritable lifetime of wanting;
Beauty is a cruel collage of all the things
We wish to be instead of who we are.
Everyone wants whatever everyone else has;
People get in the way of other people.
Days drag yearning for another age,
Even though it would probably be just the same.
Distracted from ourselves
Life is a conspiracy of distractions,
Mess is all we have and all we leave behind.
Endings are everywhere we go, we're just interruptions
Walking in and out of people like a ghost.
There's not enough time to exist,
Wherever we go the gentle are consumed by the weak.
Which is easier being faithful to yourself or to someone else?
Everyone aggravates everyone else; everything disappoints,
Everything depresses yet we dress ourselves
Night Swallows Time...Night Swallows Time... by DrowningByWords
Submerged minds everyone's to blame
As long as you do your best,
You'll belong to nothing but the dark sea.
Sleeping our lives away we're all so strange,
People are just people yet hate is sadly as old as mankind.
Night seems to swallow time.
Deep down in a lonely place, everything feels like a test.
Deceived by the tide what is past is past and yet smothers us all.
The tide sweeps up love and leaves it stranded on the edge of hate.
We're all merely darker than shadows,
Oceans of tears keep us safely apart.
Humanity outshone by animals, death lives inside of us all.
What kills someone, lives in someone else - it's in all of us.
When it's all too much I'm reminded we're all someone else's demon,
Unearthing each and every pain blocks the last pain out.
Constant pendulum of trust, values erode
It is without a doubt a greedy world. Pound for pound it's a shame
But money teaches us to wolf the days down.
No-one is interested in why the seasons wage wars;
Shades of courageous winter invade f
TreadingIntoSomeoneElsesSunsetTreadingIntoSomeoneElsesSunset by DrowningByWords
Full of worries faces are disguises of love,
Map book minds cemented in dreams of hide and seek memories.
Why do you live by a cemetery if you can't live with yourself?
Is it, isn't it? Cause living with others will be the death of you.
Landmarks and monuments are the earth's emotional scars,
People sick of other people all roads are cut veins.
Feelings hurt so easily for the world is the mind's pin cushion.
Always out of luck yet optimistic. Trails of love dissolve into hate
Or is it just the natural curse of all things shrinking and disappearing?
Spiders, dinosaurs and heaven all things unseen are scarier.
Nothing is as sad as tomorrow washed up on a beach
Like a long forgotten past, minds constantly under construction.
Bodies self destructing, dreams hunted by day - life is an obstruction.
Nothing left of me except you, futures die pasts cry
Can you be sure shadows aren't angels?
Walking through dying flowers, trees burn like all human hearts.
Words come alive but run out of breath.
The Little Angel's Teddy BearOnce upon a time, there was a little angel. This angel had lost her way and had fallen through the sky, down to the Mortal World.The Little Angel's Teddy Bear by Naiima
The little angel wondered all around this world new to her. After many days of traveling, she spotted a small town in the distance.
The closer the angel came to the town, the colder it became, and by the time she had reached the outer limits of the town, white pieces of the sky had begun to fall upon the Earth. Nevertheless, the angel was much too exhausted, cold, and lonely to notice.
There were no mortals in the streets this chilly evening. The shops had closed, and the air had the distinct sound as if time had stopped, though the snow fell still. Peering into a window of a house, the little angel viewed a family of mortals gathered around an indoor tree with boxes hidden underneath.
A little boy, about eight years of age, saw the angel peering through the window. A smile lit up his face, and he quickly ran to the front door.
The angel, afraid, tried to hi
I Wish This Was Pixie DustI wish this poem were pixie dustI Wish This Was Pixie Dust by NinaBena
To throw into your eyes
And make you see the loveliness
Beneath my sad disguise.
And I would take you in my arms
And weave a magic spell
That I could utter anytime
To make you love me well.
But alas my simple words
Are like summer rain
That drums on hills and fields and hearts,
Then vanishes again.
And though my love might make you bloom,
You turn with fragile grace
To gaze in aching loneliness
At someone else's face.
We lust for what we cannot have,
A long, unbroken chain
Of lovers who remain unloved
And loved who love in vain.
While I'm near mad with wanting you
As trees must have the sun,
You cannot help but find a love
Who loves another one.
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