I Don't Know If It's You Or Me,

Dead of Night by TheHen The darkening night, Sending chills down my spine, Where is the light? Along this endless line? Monsters and hollows, Awaiting around the corner, Every step could be, A mistake of never being free. Creeping, Weeping, I cry and walk alone, In the abyssal air, In the dead of night. Oh, I’m so afraid, My mind full of fear, I hope I survive, Through the dead of night. Ominous screaming, That rips through the setting sky, Who is there? In the forest of night? The wind howling, The waves crashing, The trees falling, This nightmare, Forever and ever, In the dead of night. The atmosphere, As cold as space, Though somehow, I’m still alive in this race. Blinded by the storms, I see nothing, Yet everything is in front of me, But there is no light to guide me. The stars, That were there, Have faded away from the skies above, Have been there, but nowhere, Now there is none to follow. The dead of night, Shadows everywhere, Death right there, It may be surging now, But it will come to an end, With a message to send. There is silence, After years of pain, Of darkness and rain. The cyclone’s still raging, But I’ve gone through, Pushed the waters, Behind me. I’m still not free, With the dead of night, Right at my heels, I keep going, Keep running, Before I get swallowed, By the haunting hollows. The dead of night, Screaming or silent, Taunting or calming, It’s how you see, The night’s key, To being free, From the dead of night.

This is not a quote, rather a poem. I hope you enjoy it or rather enjoyed it. :)

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

If you were killed,

And gone from my life.

You can't blame yourself for not knowing,

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

Horizons by TheHen

The sun’s setting,

The mix of memories,

Intertwined with the warm colors,

Through sunrise and sunset,

Through the rising tide,

We ride,

Along the horizons.

Horizons are where land and sky merge,

Where the possibilities emerge,

There is not one horizon,

But infinite horizons.

Look afar,

And watch the gliding seagulls,

As they twist and turn and soar,

Along the horizons.

We see one line,

But maybe it’s just too fine,

Because beyond the horizon,

Lies unknown hope and faith.

We are mortal,

With lives that can die,

And fade away,

But if you wish,

If you try,

We can fly,

Along the horizons.

Our faces,

Pelted with the crashing waves,

And the howling wind,

But the horizons,

So beautiful,

The sunrise and set,

Illuminate the skies into something more.

The tears that leak from our eyes,

Not sorrow,

But joy,

The smiles that will be true,

After the sight,

It’s nothing like we’ve seen before,

Like the magnificent stars and endless skies,

But, something, just something more.

The blinding light,

It erases the night,

Horizons,

Are more than what meets the eye,

Like the glowing speck of life,

Yet so vast,

We feel like crying,

With smiles of the newfound unknown.

Walk along the shores,

And watch afar,

Beyond the seas and depths,

Beyond the shadows and people,

Our delight like the brightest light,

Stride through and try,

To fly above the skies,

Along the horizons.

When I think of home,

I think of you,

Where the skies were a beautiful blue,

Where there were never tears nor rue,

Where the crackling hearth,

Bathed it's warmth into the Earth,

Its dancing flames,

Reminding me,

Of the echoed laughter,

And the times on the porch,

With the sunlight shining,

When we sat together.

I wish not to be with someone,

But with somewhere,

A place that is free,

With surreal scenery,

A place where I can watch,

The Sun,

At the crack of dawn,

The running fawns,

Grazing,

The looming mountains protecting,

The greenery,

The canyons,

The one canary,

Who sings its song,

Who makes me cry,

In sorrow and in joy,

I don't want to be with one,

I want to be with the setting sun,

The endless sky,

As I close my eyes,

And open my soul,

For I can trust the trees,

And listen to the rustling leaves.

Would piercing one's heart with an arrow,

Be any different than with words?

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.

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.

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.