It Is The Very Existence Of Time,

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.

The single feather,

That flutters so feebly,

In the calm breeze,

As if time would almost freeze.

The softest wind,

That escapes my lips,

The feather rising high,

And low,

From the ever-changing tide,

Of the rhythm of time.

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.

Is it not the same,

If I break your heart,

Since you broke mine?

We journey through our lives,

Though no one knows what lies,

In the dark corner of our minds,

That we overlook,

That seems so obsolete,

Blown away,

In the swirling wind that sways.

Constantly crushed,

Our voices always shushed,

The petrichor so fresh,

The pain marked in our flesh.

Likewise,

We will always rise,

And fall.

Despite all the demise,

The hope is here,

The clouds will clear,

The new tomorrow,

Erasing the sorrow.

Despite everything,

There will be ringing,

That calls the changing,

The lingering,

The breaking.

And we will be,

Forever singing.

Goodbye

What am I to you?

I feel like it's my cue,

To put my hand in the air,

Since you said you cared,

Just to leave me there.

So few rememeber,

The definition of joy,

Now it's already December,

A few weeks,

Till a whole new year.

We wipe away the tears,

Saying we're all clear,

Pretending that others are not in fear,

Living just for our own selves,

Hiding the secrets in shelves,

Smiling in fake cheer.

Now that you lied,

Now that you think you tried,

Now that you are free,

You forget to be there for me.

I'm not waiting anymore.

I thought you knew before,

But you're just another traitor,

Thinking I'm just a hater.

Opening the door,

I turn my back,

Bringing my pack,

Waving my hand,

Setting off to a new land.

I'm sorry,

But there's no choice better.

It may tear us apart,

Scar our hearts,

However,

I only have one thing to say.

"Goodbye."

Boredom is in a way,

Sense of freedom.

The only reason you're bored,

Is because you chose,

Not to act.

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.

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.

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.