Shine out a light for what is coming That which you’ve left Who you’re becoming Don’t change your world for someone else You have the power to trust yourself The path ahead may wind and waver Persistence works in your good favor Though often life gives cause to grieve There’s always light, if you believe
While staring down your darkest days, When all seems lost, and purpose fades; Search out the smallest hint of light, That spark means you've still strength to fight. For gloom is just a passing thing; A visitor who sleeps within. For just past discontent towards living, You'll feel your grand purpose beginning.
Disclaimer – I wrote this poem for a writing prompt… I am not a murderer.
Mums and pansies hid a plot Tucked back in the unnamed woods Years ago, one fired a shot And one’s blood spilt o’er stolen goods The night was black and still as stone The moonlight shone with blinding glare The one still standing stood alone And hid his sin in the earth there
Yearning for peace, I lust for the night, For moonlight is all that can make me feel whole; In wake of the trauma and all of the plights That shattered my essence with what this world stole. Yet, when I look up and see all the stars That shine on for eons long after they’re dead, I think of the wonders of all that we are As souls merely harnessed by what’s in our heads.
Dark as the shadows, Dark as your dreams, While your waking world never has been what it seems; As the smile that you wear Speaks to all being fine, In a mind led by fear, Things are much more unkind; And though many may offer An ear while you grieve, That’s the time, I’ve found, Many more people will leave; As we are, mind and body, And soul, flesh, and bone, In the end, come what may, we all die on our own.
In a land of devastation We fall prey to mind’s creations, Faded images grow sharper, Regained memories grow darker; Running scared from your own mind, Hide from what you cannot find, Try to break out of your head To avoid the lingering dead.
I’m drowning and I don’t know why For all I wanted was to fly Great heights above what’s left me scarred To be among the moon and stars I’d ᶠˡᵒᵃᵗ along the Milky Way And far beyond, past yesterday I’d diͥssoͦlvͮeͤ into space and time Leave no trace of my broken mind
Tracing back the time Staring at photos on a shelf Remembering how I thought I’d found true love Instead, I lost myself First granting access to my heart For I was young and I was blind You slowly stole all my resolve And soon I let you take my mind Now here I stand An empty shell You still possess the best of me Until what’s lost has been restored How am I ever to be free?
Arise now from the ashes Soar on new wings from the flames Ascend higher than desolation’s reach Even as it calls your name; Sky ahead, and sea below Gliding onward to new heights Some denounce your way of burning Yet they lived not through the fight
You speak to me in dreams and it’s just as if you’re here; I dread the act of waking, for that’s when you disappear… So what if it’s been years – oh so long since you’ve been gone; You never said goodbye, so how am I to move on? There’s no set time for grief, There’s no threshold for pain, I’ll just await the hour when I dream of you again.
A psyche spent from following rules Heart frayed and bent from counting on fools Drapes closed, doors shut, forever waiting On a higher power to do the delegating An hourglass filters its last grain of sand Turn it over, breathe, form a different plan
Lungs cease breathing, heart stops beating, Brain is slowing, life is ending; That is only our perception, As we can’t see what’s transcending. Atoms changing and releasing, Adventitiously diffusing, Scattering into the cosmos Before once again infusing Into new form, new shape, same soul, Though fragmented, once again whole, Souls, through time, shall keep returning, ‘Til the hour they’ve finished learning.
Death is a cloud that’s loomed around me Taking so many that I’ve loved, While earth’s gnarled roots may often ground me Dark mists have seized my world above; Now I look warily o’er my shoulder And how I pray to the unknown For some blest essence just to hold her And keep her safe from leaving home. Yet tis not mine to bear that power, Death meets us when our time’s been reached; And in the dusk of her last hour I beg that we may both find peace.
memories spinning in your head of terror, anguish, grief, and dread; so potent, the mind can’t distinguish reality, just to extinguish fires that burn all around you, chaos that has always found you, roots of pain that run so deep, all there’s to do is pray for sleep.
When I think of being free I think of eighteen… The rain pouring down like a floodgate had broken, We ran home in bare feet, laughing and joking; We felt so alive then, The whole world was open, So many nights we talked, planning and hoping What life might look like in ten, twenty years, We never thought it would be spent with so many fears; I’d like to go back there, Hit pause, never leave… The world we’ve arrived in Is not what I dreamed.
It’s time to let go – it’s time you be forgiven For building a life on surviving, not living You’ll learn how to walk, one foot after the other And be unafraid to reach out for another There’s no use in looking back, dwelling in grief So focus ahead, keep your strength up, and breathe The world can be cruel – never fail to be kinder And always remember, you are a survivor
Often words that we speak become lost in translation, The ears that they reach have their own motivations; Though screaming to be heard can never serve you, You’ll fall into pieces to make your way through.