cosmichen

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The constant howl of wailing winds,

The clouds above the sandy shores,

Vivid skies and setting suns,

The melody of birds high and sung.

Fire that caresses the flaring blue,

Seemingly scorching the beige hue,

Joy and serenity remain strong and true,

The life lived now with no such rue.

Storms that careen over the tidal waves,

Surging like the knight who was once so brave,

Wings of loft, upon my soul,

To the deepest seas, and the golden shoals.

Shattered Skies

Open air, no soul, no mind,

Drift away,

Away, away,

Before the blue,

Before the clouds bestowed upon,

Endless arrays.

No waiting for time,

Door of sublime,

I scream,

You dream,

Vast, vast,

Away, away,

First or last,

No matter.

Crimson streaks,

Dust, death reeks,

Burning, barren trees,

No such thing as free,

Run, run,

Away, away,

Inferno devours,

Ashen flowers.

Wall of glass,

Between Earth and Sky,

Reaching, grasping,

Yet no stars for clasping,

Banging, banging,

Against the glass,

Desperately trying,

Cracking, cracking,

Maybe it’s breaking,

I want to ride the clouds,

Fly, fly,

Away, away,

I wish to never stay.

Why, why,

Can’t I shatter these skies,

Take me away,

From this ground smitten decay,

I pray, pray,

Please, please,

I’ve been at it for years,

It’s forced me to tears,

Break away,

Away, away,

Just let me,

Shatter the skies.

Shatter this nightmare.

It is the very existence of time,

Then comes the lingering lives,

The loss of death.

Cloudless Nights

I still remember the days,

When there were no cities,

No lights, no streets,

Silence, no fray,

Just skies,

Of shadows and moons.

I guess it was inevitable,

Yet I couldn’t help but say,

That if you gave me one more day,

I would have never left you here,

Alone, lost in this festering fear,

You don’t need to believe me,

But I tried,

And when I simply couldn’t,

I cried.

I breathe my sighs,

Into the sinking air,

Blinded by lies,

Why is life so unfair?

Now it is the fog of regret,

That hangs over me,

Haunting in its silent breeze,

Taunting our memories,

I try to stifle the tears away,

Though impossible to keep much at bay,

I am sullen,

With hollow pain,

With the yearning,

That you’ll come back to me one day.

I wish we could go back,

To those cloudless nights,

When we could see those stars,

And laugh about our silly flaws,

And cry about our scars still raw,

And fall silent for whatever cause,

I just wished,

We were never so far.

Flourish in the deep scent,

Of spring's blossoms,

As the breeze whispers nature's name,

An elegant flight of drifting cranes,

No waiting for mere relent,

As trees bow to the critters along,

The choir of the sparrow's song,

The coming of April, June, and May,

And those souls who always pray.

It was nothing but,

Shadow's breeze,

That hung above our heads,

In sheer of time's freeze,

Crept along the slanted walls,

Till' it threw its storm,

There was a silent crawl,

Then a raging brawl.

I still remember the days,

When there was a fire in the hearth.

I wonder why I see a fire,

Burning in the water.

You can't blame yourself for not knowing,

If you didn't even begin to learn it. -Unknown

Maybe there was a fire,

Dancing through the night,

Destruction alight,

The times so dire,

Blazing inferno,

Swallowing it all,

It roars and crackles,

Restraining lives by shackles,

Devour the countless souls,

Trees, skies alike,

Apathy towards those,

Who are helpless,

Who are trying uselessly,

To overpower,

"Flee, little beings,

Flee far, far away."

The fire cackles in its own testament,

Then it sweeps its arms across,

The vast, burning land.

Emptiness,

Barren ground,

Ashes that flit around,

So many will never be found,

Yet now there is an ending,

But a new beginning,

To start again,

To retrieve what is lost,

To realize new dreams,

And to burn bright once more.

I call your name,

Because I'm a flightless bird,

I long for the days when you would hear,

The echoes,

The waiting,

Of my sorrow.

I don't know if it's you or me,

All I know is that one of us,

Maybe both of us,

Have changed.

Words would mean nothing,

If there wasn't a story behind them.

I don't think I would ever be the same,

If you were killed,

And gone from my life.

I lived a life,

Of solitude,

No dove,

No traps of love,

The sunrise,

A sign of no demise.

I never tracked time,

I was always sublime,

Yet then came fortitude,

Destroying my solitude.

I

Had

No

Choice.

I tried to flee,

My legs tied to the knees,

I couldn’t run fast enough.

So I turned,

No more running,

No more sputtering,

Fortitude replacing solitude,

Barren pain,

Stabbed

Right

Through.

Now my days,

No longer quiet,

A presence,

Waiting,

Peace is gone,

War awaits,

There shall be no silence,

For several years,

Till change is here.

Fortitude

There is helpless heartbreak,

Ripples in the endless lone lake,

The scattering of light,

Swift, unsteady, the wind,

Drifting above the clouds.

It's so hard,

To see the kindle,

The hope,

When you spend time,

In solace,

Solitude,

Till the day when,

The world's upside down,

The water from the skies,

Threatening to drown,

There are soft cries,

Of people who lie,

Who only say,

I give up.

But it is said,

That life's light waits in its stead,

That maybe sacrifice,

Is worth something.

Even if tolerance is finite,

Maybe it's worth fighting,

To face it all,

To save someone,

To know that you tried,

In fortitude.

Boredom is in a way,

Sense of freedom.

The only reason you're bored,

Is because you chose,

Not to act.

I lived in the blue,

In the dawn’s view,

It felt so true,

No need for rue,

No need for clues,

No need for time,

I just want to live,

The moment,

In my own solitude.

If you had to choose one,

Between two,

Who would you choose?

There really is no lie,

Impossible to deny,

Why, why, why,

Does it always have to end in demise.

Neither is better,

A heart compared to a feather,

Can't I choose all?

Or must one fall?

- I am torn.

Slivers trail,

Behind rivers,

Stunned shivers,

Behind quivers,

Foreign, unknown,

Answers unshown,

The moon’s phase,

No trace,

Give chase,

Sun and moon,

Voices croon,

Too frail,

Set sail,

Always prevail,

Too soon,

Watch the moon,

The sun’s noon.

Swallow's Dance

The azure, gentle swallow,

Perched on its branch,

The leaves that rustle and whisper,

Accompanying the twitters and chirps,

The beautiful melody gliding through,

The seams of the windows,

Mesmerizing in its trance.

Then the wind blew,

As the leaves chattered,

The tree strong, unwilling to bow,

To the relentless storm,

Protecting the swallow,

Who hid among the branches,

Feeble and silent.

No songs float through the air,

Though the rain takes its place,

Splitter, Splatter,

A collective rhythm,

Amplified by the wind’s howl,

And the bustling of the leaves.

As the swallow slept soundly,

Through the lullaby of the rain,

It awoke at the crack of dawn,

Ruffled its feathers,

Then took flight in its wake,

A magnificent sight as its slender body,

And the long waving tail,

Glided above the skies,

The feathers fluttering,

Sweeping the air with it,

The dance and the song,

A sign of life, harmonious nature,

A beauty to behold,

A swallow’s stance,

And its remarkable dance.

Would piercing one's heart with an arrow,

Be any different than with words?

Life is nothing, but a dream within reality. -TheHen

I can't help but laugh,

At your insane remedies,

For our long gone love,

Will stay buried,

I can never bother to hate you,

There is no need,

I'm just glad,

That you suffer my pain.

Fling the snow into the air,

On to the trees who are bare,

Dazzle the skies with a pure white,

Now Winter feels just alright.

Is it not the same,

If I break your heart,

Since you broke mine?

After the Rain

Maybe we’re just waiting for the hope,

That lingers with the fresh scent of the rain,

But it’s so hard to cope,

With the desolations of ash,

Falling in flurries,

So seamless,

Gentle,

The marking of a new day,

In barren pain.

The rain,

Clear, faint droplets,

That make a resounding splatter,

Soaking the ashen ground,

Like a serenade,

The harmony of the wind,

The whispering leaves,

And the rippling rain,

A song so pure,

So graceful,

That overpower,

The stinging pain.

It seemed so lifeless,

Hopeless,

Useless,

When there was no sound,

Amidst the smokey haze,

Just the Earth in it’s silent stance,

Like time itself was in a trance,

When the first rain,

Hit the ground,

The skies crying out,

Their sorrow,

And the uncertainty of tomorrow.

Then, so strange,

There was a calm yet sudden change,

When the clouds bellowed,

Their last thunder,

And moved on,

The illumination of the sun,

Unseen for so long,

And if you listened,

Ever so carefully,

You could hear the soft singing,

From the birds beyond.

Please, I beg you, I’m sorry.

Trying to please those around me,

Trying to ask for nothing more than freedom,

Trying to please you, just saying please,

Please, forgive me.

I tried to hide from you,

I tried to run,

I tried to ignore the darkening skies,

But now you caught me,

And put me into chains,

Forcing me to follow your reign,

So I please you,

I bring you what you ask,

No matter how hard the task,

Even if you slap me,

The red mark on my face,

Deep and cutting,

Though I don’t cry,

I never really asked for pity,

I only ask you,

To forgive me.

Please, please, please,

Just let me go,

Stop taunting me,

Stop forcing me,

Stop killing me,

Stop hurting me,

Stop tearing me,

All I ask for,

Is to be free,

And I will please.

Please, forgive me,

Please, release me,

Please, let my soul,

Go.

I remember the day, when I opened the door,

And I looked upon a cat, upon the soaked floor,

It’s abyssal fur frizzled, the color of midnight,

The yellow eyes, with a tint of light,

Stared at me, with unknown resilience,

Testing me for something that I ought to know,

Yet, suddenly it began to snow,

Flurries, soft, and gentle,

And when they smothered the night,

It blanketed the cat,

Who plodded inside,

Who had the slyest smile,

Who came to my legs, and leaned its head,

The purring ever so slightly,

The little paws gripping on tightly,

The stray cat, so calm, so warm,

Its breathing body strong amidst the cold,

And it fell asleep within my home.

I stood in the forest,

In my solitude,

The swirling breeze,

The only sound,

When I look up,

At the towering trees,

I realize I'm so small,

Compared to the mist,

The bare trace of my silhouette,

Of my warm breath,

There is no knowing,

Beyond this trail.