You, who is so easily swept up by the summer's breeze,
A good natured fool, among wolves and sheep,
No less wizened than your companions,
And yet still so dependent on your dogs when the wolves attack.
It's been many years, and yet you can't avoid the paths
Though there have also been days
Where you could have left better tracks
Yet after all of these nights, filled with friends just passing through
After all of these games under a sky with no moon
You still do not stray outside of this forest
Such a good natured fool
It's long been a habit of mine
To flop down, face first on my bed, and close my eyes.
A consistent need, born from mind and body
From life, and experience,
from family, and friends.
But in recent days, energy pumping behind once dormant eyelids
Drives me to get up, and to keep moving with my day.
No longer can I flop down and lay there, hardly napping.
No longer, am I content to sit and let the days pass me by,
Taking comfort, and hiding in my own imagination
When there is work to be done, and play to be had.
And yet, these habits remain,
Even if there is no longer any need,
Even if there is no longer any use,
Even if now, I feel better than
Poems are forgotten
folk songs, no longer heard
languages go unspoken
and countries fade away.
Graves go unmourned
and science forgets its process
the supports and walls of today
will break down when facing tomorrow,
but it's this same crushing reality
that makes today worth living.
if you found your perfect love, would you wait for them?
Would you hold out those long, cold, winter nights alone?
Would spring come and pass, with naught a new blooming flower?
Would summer flings pass you by like the wind?
Would hazy autumn evenings flutter down with the leaves?
Would you wait through the years, and see nothing else?
To spend all that time, waiting for the perfect one...
Wouldn't that be avoiding love all along?
No, I'm not your normal guy,
In empty pages, I paint the sky.
But the nail you hang your earth on
can't seem to hold its weight.
So in this moment, I'll offer you
a sky, that's freshly painted blue.
On earth, for you to rest in lieu of
working, without ending.
Here in this night is so much time
I'll give you more now to unwind.
Here I will sit, and let you find
An answer to your question.
So should you need me,
call for me,
you know I sit nearby.
For in the meantime i'm content
giving emotions to the sky.
Cheers, to a day that neverwas by TheWolfShade, literature
Literature
Cheers, to a day that neverwas
Cheers, to a day that never was
and while your life is all abuzz
it'd be better if this day, just never was.
i will forget, with passing time
how step by step, in this torrential grind
your high did storm around this place
and how i just didn't 'keep the pace'.
about how my 'helpers' took me down
and tossed me to the ground.
And about that damned hawk
who watched carefully.
Was it helping? Really, not.
I writhed in pain,
got up, though sprained,
but couldn't keep my footing
For in what was, this day (which never was,)
unequal pay, and punishment for naught.
i found in one, a friend to be.
Antiquity, long broken.
Do you take comfort in the sorrow?
In its soft digest?
Is it that you're finding solace in a place where you can go no lower?
Do your eyes look toward the stars?
Do you find life simpler
when sorrow is but an ally?
When others write of their pain
and sing of their grief
is it that you feel your not alone?
Why do you do this day after day?
Why do you come home, eyes aglow,
and choose to sink?
Why let that energetic ring fade away?
Why not create anew that which you let fall?
Why not keep that spring alive?
Redefine black, as he pounces to and from.
In, out, the kitten plays to his own rythm,
he cares only for his beat.
But ev
The boy who celebrates wind by TheWolfShade, literature
Literature
The boy who celebrates wind
Where did this boy who celebrates the wind come from?
Spitting unknowingly at the tides of danger, but seeking no shelter behind him,
only to walk from it, unscathed and proud?
What happened to the isolated, detached one of old?
Tormented by his own nature, he who sank into the depths while others thrived.
What happened to he who cowered into himself,
who was tortured by unseen demons in the echoes of the night?
The one who believed that he understood that of all things (for he had nothing else to rely on,)
that that next step forward, surviving until that next sunrise came,
was all he may ever have to look forward to.
What happen
"I believe you remember relative time... obviously we are ahead of where you were when you left off, but time is always moving, your body is always decaying, and your past, is always catching up." With a slight smirk, it finished by whispering "Third door on the left."
Everything disappeared. The car flashed quickly in front of him. He lands running in front of a series of doors, trying to dodge the car. He eventually slows to a stop. His eyes widen with fear, as he realizes it. Tears quickly rush to the surface.
You, who is so easily swept up by the summer's breeze,
A good natured fool, among wolves and sheep,
No less wizened than your companions,
And yet still so dependent on your dogs when the wolves attack.
It's been many years, and yet you can't avoid the paths
Though there have also been days
Where you could have left better tracks
Yet after all of these nights, filled with friends just passing through
After all of these games under a sky with no moon
You still do not stray outside of this forest
Such a good natured fool
It's long been a habit of mine
To flop down, face first on my bed, and close my eyes.
A consistent need, born from mind and body
From life, and experience,
from family, and friends.
But in recent days, energy pumping behind once dormant eyelids
Drives me to get up, and to keep moving with my day.
No longer can I flop down and lay there, hardly napping.
No longer, am I content to sit and let the days pass me by,
Taking comfort, and hiding in my own imagination
When there is work to be done, and play to be had.
And yet, these habits remain,
Even if there is no longer any need,
Even if there is no longer any use,
Even if now, I feel better than
Poems are forgotten
folk songs, no longer heard
languages go unspoken
and countries fade away.
Graves go unmourned
and science forgets its process
the supports and walls of today
will break down when facing tomorrow,
but it's this same crushing reality
that makes today worth living.
if you found your perfect love, would you wait for them?
Would you hold out those long, cold, winter nights alone?
Would spring come and pass, with naught a new blooming flower?
Would summer flings pass you by like the wind?
Would hazy autumn evenings flutter down with the leaves?
Would you wait through the years, and see nothing else?
To spend all that time, waiting for the perfect one...
Wouldn't that be avoiding love all along?
No, I'm not your normal guy,
In empty pages, I paint the sky.
But the nail you hang your earth on
can't seem to hold its weight.
So in this moment, I'll offer you
a sky, that's freshly painted blue.
On earth, for you to rest in lieu of
working, without ending.
Here in this night is so much time
I'll give you more now to unwind.
Here I will sit, and let you find
An answer to your question.
So should you need me,
call for me,
you know I sit nearby.
For in the meantime i'm content
giving emotions to the sky.
Cheers, to a day that neverwas by TheWolfShade, literature
Literature
Cheers, to a day that neverwas
Cheers, to a day that never was
and while your life is all abuzz
it'd be better if this day, just never was.
i will forget, with passing time
how step by step, in this torrential grind
your high did storm around this place
and how i just didn't 'keep the pace'.
about how my 'helpers' took me down
and tossed me to the ground.
And about that damned hawk
who watched carefully.
Was it helping? Really, not.
I writhed in pain,
got up, though sprained,
but couldn't keep my footing
For in what was, this day (which never was,)
unequal pay, and punishment for naught.
i found in one, a friend to be.
Antiquity, long broken.
Do you take comfort in the sorrow?
In its soft digest?
Is it that you're finding solace in a place where you can go no lower?
Do your eyes look toward the stars?
Do you find life simpler
when sorrow is but an ally?
When others write of their pain
and sing of their grief
is it that you feel your not alone?
Why do you do this day after day?
Why do you come home, eyes aglow,
and choose to sink?
Why let that energetic ring fade away?
Why not create anew that which you let fall?
Why not keep that spring alive?
Redefine black, as he pounces to and from.
In, out, the kitten plays to his own rythm,
he cares only for his beat.
But ev
The boy who celebrates wind by TheWolfShade, literature
Literature
The boy who celebrates wind
Where did this boy who celebrates the wind come from?
Spitting unknowingly at the tides of danger, but seeking no shelter behind him,
only to walk from it, unscathed and proud?
What happened to the isolated, detached one of old?
Tormented by his own nature, he who sank into the depths while others thrived.
What happened to he who cowered into himself,
who was tortured by unseen demons in the echoes of the night?
The one who believed that he understood that of all things (for he had nothing else to rely on,)
that that next step forward, surviving until that next sunrise came,
was all he may ever have to look forward to.
What happen
"I believe you remember relative time... obviously we are ahead of where you were when you left off, but time is always moving, your body is always decaying, and your past, is always catching up." With a slight smirk, it finished by whispering "Third door on the left."
Everything disappeared. The car flashed quickly in front of him. He lands running in front of a series of doors, trying to dodge the car. He eventually slows to a stop. His eyes widen with fear, as he realizes it. Tears quickly rush to the surface.
I'm getting more into the habit of writing on my own again. Stores like Games or 'Spot' (which is only a guideline idea as of yet) have been at times urging me to continue on them. Actually, i rather like Games, i felt like there was some depth to it, especially on rereading it. Anyways you may see more of these stories soon, or maybe random writings/poems like I have been doing already.
got Sunshine After (the) Rain up! woot woot *thought i should post something here too ^^* anywho check it out! :DD (main vid right now)
http://www.youtube.com/user/KazeNorite
D: hi there! lol i might get up some of my skyscape pics here soon, i have some really sweet ones of sunsets after all... buuut yeah. nothing really to put here... mmm suppose i wont update extremely often because there aren't always awesome sunsets (or with my current place, sunrises, cause sets are blocked by other houses D: ) and im more of a composer anyways... i'm off topic already aren't i... *shrug* but im on deviantart a lot because of people like exileddelusion and cihritt and their awesome comics. :P so if you send a message i will see it.
it's going well i finally found something alcoholic that i can tolerate O.O thats surprising to me... thought i'd never drink because of how limited that is to me. maybe once now xD