For what is the light?
The absence of dark?
Some sort of beautiful sight,
Placed there as a hopeful mark?
Or do some truly see
Purity of the peace,
Once shattered, on what it could be-
Taking now, a single piece.
For the darkest day,
The darkest time,
Some of those can easily sway,
Losing grip, failing the climb.
Maybe though, some get up.
Broken, busted, still they persist;
Now they see, a half full cup,
Only after, dark they resist.
The knowledge of inner purity,
Is your own inner fight,
In all exasperating sincerity,
Is not some impossible plight.
Focus on that flickering might,
For you too can lead with newfound light.
Friendship is their fortè,
The beginning seemingly clichè,
But no matter the distance apart,
For each other they will share their heart.
One can see a path both ways,
And not be so easily swayed,
For when and where darkness creeps,
Her blessed light shines and seeps;
Like the sunshine on a cloudy day.
For this one is open and warm,
Always warning of a storm.
Part one of two of the Sisterly Bond
Two of two of this friendship beyond,
This one is of the ground.
Keeping the other safe and sound.
Of hard truths to be paced,
Never done as a hurtful place.
This one always ears are open,
To help thos who need some copin';
Venting wanted t
Life's a bitch,
See that glitch,
Different paths for what.
Got to halt,
Unlock that thought;
Dreaming touch to haunt.
Unwanted thoughts of sweet naughts.
Touchless hands - eyes glazed over
Luckier than a four-leaf clover
Temptations here,
Have that beer,
Discover that landscape of ink.
Ships will sink, in a blink
A fight to fight but always dig.
Be a noble, be a pig
Which side shall you kneel.
Shake thy head,
Fantasy slit by its threads
By only here and now.
Respectfully, you must bow:
Darkness temptations crack,
Do not slack,
You have you current prize,
Unmarked from illusion's lies.
The road to recovery,
Inner discovery,
One way ticket to that dam-ed path.
One brutal pact,
No switchback.
Temporary isolation,
A bit of degradation,
Lonesome track for purification.
Calm thy demon
With no cultic sermon.
Needed determination,
No victim termination,
No easy way out,
The fire's not out.
Drop thy knee,
But not sunk to sea.
Internal blows,
For forever hopes.
A Memorial Glare 1 and 2 by amaterasuwolfy, literature
Literature
A Memorial Glare 1 and 2
A brother down,
A brother sent.
Sisters's sorrow,
Sister's resent.
A mother's vengeance,
A mother's tear.
Father's semblance
Father's fear.
Fallen enemies, fallen friends.
Fallen soldiers, prayer sends.
Pray for the dead,
Pay with the lead.
Too much greed,
As hidden in the dicree.
Broken strings, broken vows.
Split apart this welcoming house.
Tear the flesh, tear the bone.
Dead or alive, always sent home.
Foolish lies, foolish amends.
Never bring back those giddy men.
Cast the survivor, idol the corpse.
As much as wanted can never sort.
Fear the war, never soar,
Never taken back, always sore.
Try, and try, to weep.
But silence for those who
Oh, I wish for the light you will never see,
Twisted in the gray a childhood gave me,
Promises and solace will never come.
Empty songs I will sit here and hum.
Good intentions I have for thee,
Still obstructed and not for free.
Broken mind, broken strings
Never can I be a normal being.
Change is what I seek,
Always in grasp but never to keep.
Falling back to hurting events.
My mind is gone, the words present.
You fall, you rise,
You go against the tide.
You slip, you slide,
You feel like you need somewhere to hide.
You fell lost, alone,
Slowly going into a hole.
A hand reaches out,
Starts pulling you out.
But sometimes that hand will not be there,
And you will have to face your fear,
To break the gate,
Grasp your fate.
Do not let yourself kneel,
Do not hurt yourself over this ordeal.
You need to stand,
Get yourself on land.
There are those who will try and help you,
There are times where you need yourself too.
How would you feel,
If you were pushed around,
Knocked down, cursed at?
How would you act,
If you were kicked,
Smacked, getting no love?
What would you do,
If you were helpless,
Intimidated, filled with rage,
But could do nothing,
When your chained,
Forgotten, physically,
And mentally, abused?
Would you feel great,
If you were found,
Saved from your eternal doom,
And your abuser, was put in jail.
Wouldn't you be thankful,
That you were in better hands,
All healthy an energetic,
No more pain, but love?
Wouldn't you feel good,
That someone was kind enough,
To save your life,
And another took you in,
So you could be treated,
Rightfully, with c
I have always felt important to my old buddies, but now I’m just plain alone.
I felt I was the only one who could help you at every turn, but I guess I can’t.
I was always there to guide you, but I’m a-ways away from you.
I was always there to hang out with you,
To always make you laugh,
And to help pick you off the ground and cheer you up.
But now I feel alone and ignored,
I feel unimportant,
And I will always feel it until I see u guys again.
For what is the light?
The absence of dark?
Some sort of beautiful sight,
Placed there as a hopeful mark?
Or do some truly see
Purity of the peace,
Once shattered, on what it could be-
Taking now, a single piece.
For the darkest day,
The darkest time,
Some of those can easily sway,
Losing grip, failing the climb.
Maybe though, some get up.
Broken, busted, still they persist;
Now they see, a half full cup,
Only after, dark they resist.
The knowledge of inner purity,
Is your own inner fight,
In all exasperating sincerity,
Is not some impossible plight.
Focus on that flickering might,
For you too can lead with newfound light.
Friendship is their fortè,
The beginning seemingly clichè,
But no matter the distance apart,
For each other they will share their heart.
One can see a path both ways,
And not be so easily swayed,
For when and where darkness creeps,
Her blessed light shines and seeps;
Like the sunshine on a cloudy day.
For this one is open and warm,
Always warning of a storm.
Part one of two of the Sisterly Bond
Two of two of this friendship beyond,
This one is of the ground.
Keeping the other safe and sound.
Of hard truths to be paced,
Never done as a hurtful place.
This one always ears are open,
To help thos who need some copin';
Venting wanted t
Life's a bitch,
See that glitch,
Different paths for what.
Got to halt,
Unlock that thought;
Dreaming touch to haunt.
Unwanted thoughts of sweet naughts.
Touchless hands - eyes glazed over
Luckier than a four-leaf clover
Temptations here,
Have that beer,
Discover that landscape of ink.
Ships will sink, in a blink
A fight to fight but always dig.
Be a noble, be a pig
Which side shall you kneel.
Shake thy head,
Fantasy slit by its threads
By only here and now.
Respectfully, you must bow:
Darkness temptations crack,
Do not slack,
You have you current prize,
Unmarked from illusion's lies.
The road to recovery,
Inner discovery,
One way ticket to that dam-ed path.
One brutal pact,
No switchback.
Temporary isolation,
A bit of degradation,
Lonesome track for purification.
Calm thy demon
With no cultic sermon.
Needed determination,
No victim termination,
No easy way out,
The fire's not out.
Drop thy knee,
But not sunk to sea.
Internal blows,
For forever hopes.
A Memorial Glare 1 and 2 by amaterasuwolfy, literature
Literature
A Memorial Glare 1 and 2
A brother down,
A brother sent.
Sisters's sorrow,
Sister's resent.
A mother's vengeance,
A mother's tear.
Father's semblance
Father's fear.
Fallen enemies, fallen friends.
Fallen soldiers, prayer sends.
Pray for the dead,
Pay with the lead.
Too much greed,
As hidden in the dicree.
Broken strings, broken vows.
Split apart this welcoming house.
Tear the flesh, tear the bone.
Dead or alive, always sent home.
Foolish lies, foolish amends.
Never bring back those giddy men.
Cast the survivor, idol the corpse.
As much as wanted can never sort.
Fear the war, never soar,
Never taken back, always sore.
Try, and try, to weep.
But silence for those who
Oh, I wish for the light you will never see,
Twisted in the gray a childhood gave me,
Promises and solace will never come.
Empty songs I will sit here and hum.
Good intentions I have for thee,
Still obstructed and not for free.
Broken mind, broken strings
Never can I be a normal being.
Change is what I seek,
Always in grasp but never to keep.
Falling back to hurting events.
My mind is gone, the words present.
You fall, you rise,
You go against the tide.
You slip, you slide,
You feel like you need somewhere to hide.
You fell lost, alone,
Slowly going into a hole.
A hand reaches out,
Starts pulling you out.
But sometimes that hand will not be there,
And you will have to face your fear,
To break the gate,
Grasp your fate.
Do not let yourself kneel,
Do not hurt yourself over this ordeal.
You need to stand,
Get yourself on land.
There are those who will try and help you,
There are times where you need yourself too.
How would you feel,
If you were pushed around,
Knocked down, cursed at?
How would you act,
If you were kicked,
Smacked, getting no love?
What would you do,
If you were helpless,
Intimidated, filled with rage,
But could do nothing,
When your chained,
Forgotten, physically,
And mentally, abused?
Would you feel great,
If you were found,
Saved from your eternal doom,
And your abuser, was put in jail.
Wouldn't you be thankful,
That you were in better hands,
All healthy an energetic,
No more pain, but love?
Wouldn't you feel good,
That someone was kind enough,
To save your life,
And another took you in,
So you could be treated,
Rightfully, with c