2lost-love2

The Absent Truth In the middle of war of all wars A warrior stood and with his sword he rose He had no choice but to kill the beast Swords had clashed and shields had smashed Where warriors gathered in a blood feast But the beast he was after was gone He searched the battle ground for it and kept searching until dawn He surfed the edges of the earth and waited for a long time But the beast had vanished and the world became fine So the warrior picked up his sword and returned home Lighted up fire, sat on his chair and sang alone "Oh! My beast, what have you done! " "You left me here look what I become" "I am a soldier I despise l

Lost Poet As a great man once said "I have to change the world or I have to be changed by the world" You can't go through life like an empty core You have to stand tall and ask for more And don't stress where the world is going for The dark has to go before the sun can shine one more They make peace by starting wars By closing a window they're opening doors And how about this equation A wealthy man and a poor nation Brother this is life you have to tolerate it And if you denied it you will never make it And I'm not saying I know what's in this barrel I'm just a small soldier in this huge battle My gun is my pen and my bullets

If I've been given another chance to live this life, I'll live it beside you and never regret this dissection, Until the last breath that goes through my lungs, Until the last kiss on your lips, Until the last word you whisper in my ear, Until the last thought we shared when you were near, Until the last smile that shined my day, Until the last time I bow on my knees and ask God to protect you for you only I pray, Until the last time I wake up next to you in the morning, Until the last time we make love under the white sheets of ecstasy, For every moment we spend together My soul breathes through you My heart pumps only for you M

                                              Wasted... Under the tree I sat Bright green was the mat A light spring breeze ruffled my hair I closed my eye A thought passed by…                                       

Love is beautiful Love is warm Love is real Love is freedom I saw her she captured me I stared she stared back I talked she made me laugh She went and took my heart I’m gone she never gave it back Love is tough Love is hate Love is fear Love is restless I sleep she’s all in my dreams I think she’s all in my thoughts I’m far but she stole my mind I tried but it seems so hard She’s close but it seems so far Love is unpredictable Love is care Love is strange Love is share She took them both but I don’t care She only has to ask and I would give more I thought I knew here but now I’m confu

The Real Diamond Sometimes it’s not what you do it’s what you believe Sometimes you don’t look at the surface you look at beneath Under the vision of eye passing the faking lie Entering the inner side there where the truth lies A lot of people are swayed by the look But they never know what they took They took the diamond from the heart They took the person who you are Leaving you empty from inside Making you roll from side to side Judging the book by its cover That what made the world suffer I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again Never cause somebody any pain Because everyone is special in a way Th

I've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple. Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression: You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you wi

when i met you, i stopped writing. i also stopped waking up to a face full of post it notes saying things like its bad luck to see the woman before the driving test, or my house smells like apple cider and bluebottles have eyes, or i've got static in my arms. i stopped feeling sorry and i stopped falling down the stairs. i noticed the stars at night could have a story and you could have taken the ocean and put it in your eyes. i also stopped writing. when i met you, i stopped trying to be a nice person and just was. when i met you, i discovered post it notes and then i couldn't use them. i realised my house was not just a picture of a house