A Mortal Beyond the ShadowA Mortal Beyond the ShadowA Mortal Beyond the Shadow2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What can I say to you? Who are you. How are you. What are you doing? Can you please stop for one second and let me explain. The people who you see; not your friends but the ones who pretend, to those who are you’re enemy, and who work towards your downfall. They don’t want you to succeed. Those people will pass one day or another, due to their own bitterness they try to take you to their hell as well. Do not tread on their shadows, as they are things that will not allow themselves to be saved.
Don’t let the people who are of worth less control who you are. You are you, individual, unique, and of a higher pedigree than those who try to eradicate your soul. Be harder than diamond and sharper than a sword. For when they trespass against you, you will make them know who you are and what you are capable of. You will show them how little they changed you, you will show them that you are stronger then they will ever be. What you are, is a human bei
Fallen DreamsFallen dreams scattered across the floorFallen Dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wondering through the hollow memories of days before
Still wishing you will be there with a smile full of hope
Haunting my dreams each time I sleep
Never do I want to wake from my dreams
Each day I weep for you to return
Each day this pain grows into concern
Now I am torn in between
The good of life
And the evil of death
I just cannot stop this path
That will soon come to be my end.
The ButterflyI am the Butterfly,The Butterfly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fly in no direction
yet always reach my destination,
My wings are my Dreams,
Large, Vivid, Colourful
Escaping my cocoon
I live for the moment,
Enduring the turbulence of
an untamed wind.
From humble beginnings
I have evolved, survived
experienced and learned.
I am the Butterfly,
and this future is my own.
ContemplateIs the glass half empty?Contemplate2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is the glass half full?
Or does this glass I hold contain
Not a thing at all?
Is it all a waking dream?
Or is this life quite real?
Is it all fate or destiny
How we act, think, and feel?
The water in the glass is clear.
Reality's a dream or not.
Whether everything is preordained,
This life is all we've got.