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“This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.”
― Hidden Light
― Hidden Light
“A lie is yet a lie, though bought worldwide;
soon it shall fade with coming of new tide.
Truth remains truth, though stepped on like a dime;
soon it shall reign with the passing of time.
A lie lasts as long as there's suppression,
for lies were but of man's fabrication.
Truth lasts as long as there's constellation,
for truths were but of Nature's formation.”
―
soon it shall fade with coming of new tide.
Truth remains truth, though stepped on like a dime;
soon it shall reign with the passing of time.
A lie lasts as long as there's suppression,
for lies were but of man's fabrication.
Truth lasts as long as there's constellation,
for truths were but of Nature's formation.”
―
“Blind Heart’s.
In the circle of life, a sorrowful tale,
Where death and life dance an endless wail.
Hungry eyes search for morsels to devour,
Survival's cruel game with each passing hour.
Angst and fear grip hearts, cold and bleak,
Aching souls yearning for solace they seek.
In a world that lacks fairness, unjust and unkind,
Tears fall like rain, leaving scars behind.
Hatred and love, a twisted embrace,
In this nature of existence, a bitter chase.
For when darkness looms,
Love hides in despair,
Yet hate finds its mark,
leaving hearts threadbare.
We,
people who turn blind eyes to the cries,
As if suffering and anguish were mere lies.
Ignoring the plight that surrounds us all,
Humanity's downfall, a deafening fall.
But what of the animals, creatures so dear?
Caught in this cycle, their voices unclear.
Silently they suffer, their pain left unheard,
In nature's cruel script, an unspoken word.
Children on ground, black and white
Dying, Drying while survival trying.
Scars defining not body, but soul
Oh light, forgive us Lord.
The circle spins on, in sorrow it turns,
A tragic symphony,
where hope rarely burns.
In this poem of life,
where sadness takes hold,
Let us open our eyes,
let compassion unfold.”
―
In the circle of life, a sorrowful tale,
Where death and life dance an endless wail.
Hungry eyes search for morsels to devour,
Survival's cruel game with each passing hour.
Angst and fear grip hearts, cold and bleak,
Aching souls yearning for solace they seek.
In a world that lacks fairness, unjust and unkind,
Tears fall like rain, leaving scars behind.
Hatred and love, a twisted embrace,
In this nature of existence, a bitter chase.
For when darkness looms,
Love hides in despair,
Yet hate finds its mark,
leaving hearts threadbare.
We,
people who turn blind eyes to the cries,
As if suffering and anguish were mere lies.
Ignoring the plight that surrounds us all,
Humanity's downfall, a deafening fall.
But what of the animals, creatures so dear?
Caught in this cycle, their voices unclear.
Silently they suffer, their pain left unheard,
In nature's cruel script, an unspoken word.
Children on ground, black and white
Dying, Drying while survival trying.
Scars defining not body, but soul
Oh light, forgive us Lord.
The circle spins on, in sorrow it turns,
A tragic symphony,
where hope rarely burns.
In this poem of life,
where sadness takes hold,
Let us open our eyes,
let compassion unfold.”
―
“Sometimes we make the wrong decisions
It's no big deal
We can't make decisions based on fear and the possibility of what might happen
Not everyone will like you
It's no big deal
The most important thing is to be yourself and to be proud of it
There may be times when life seems like a dark tunnel that never ends
It's no big deal
It's just a matter of moving forward until you reach your goal
Everyone has their own secret sorrows
It's no big deal
You can only be happy if you are true to yourself”
―
It's no big deal
We can't make decisions based on fear and the possibility of what might happen
Not everyone will like you
It's no big deal
The most important thing is to be yourself and to be proud of it
There may be times when life seems like a dark tunnel that never ends
It's no big deal
It's just a matter of moving forward until you reach your goal
Everyone has their own secret sorrows
It's no big deal
You can only be happy if you are true to yourself”
―
“It burns,
I know.
It burns
now,
now that
the story is over,
now that
the daybreak is liquid,
now that
my knees don't creak anymore
and the leaves are blowing
and the highway is humming,
and a few extra pounds is not
a terminal diagnosis.
It burns
in me too
healing me
but the ache is not for you.
It's for my passion.
That used to be your name.
And it's sad, really.
The sting of
too little
too late.”
―
I know.
It burns
now,
now that
the story is over,
now that
the daybreak is liquid,
now that
my knees don't creak anymore
and the leaves are blowing
and the highway is humming,
and a few extra pounds is not
a terminal diagnosis.
It burns
in me too
healing me
but the ache is not for you.
It's for my passion.
That used to be your name.
And it's sad, really.
The sting of
too little
too late.”
―
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