A dreary mist settles amongst my world.
Pitter-patter of young feet no longer echo to my ears.
No laughing, no crying, no arguing; things that until now, you forget to appreciate.
A warm body, gentle breathing, a movie in the background; disruptions, needs, and wants.
How arbitrary when submerged.. how needed; when you are alone.
What arises? Nothing, but the isolated pains of a cruel; unforgiving, relentless mind.
Once again left deserted in the isolated caverns of my mind.
The fear of abandonment in this unaccompanied friendless state.
Every shadow a memory of rejection.
Every sound a reminder of my unwanted solitary.
Is it fair to feel secluded from the outside world,
Forever trapped in a desolate uninhabited present.
Unable to attain cheerfulness,
Remaining a forlorn figure in the distance;
Abject Hopelessness.
A degrading, pitiable crestfallen failure.
No, it's not fair.
But, I continue;
Continue pushing towards a better future.
And that is fairness, the ability to carry on and still have a chance at something great.
Compliments are good, lets see
Flattery is bad, it is not free
My words; for you, may be instructive
So you are highly productive..
A good woman, who helps family
Works hard; adventures happily
Reliable and constructive,
So you are highly productive..
Jippii, circus, and much more;
Work in a kitchen, old hearts soar
A deep past that is obstructive,
So you are highly productive..
Blessed be on your continued path,
Not flattery on my behalf,
Let this help be reconstructive
So you are highly productive..
Meeting you is the greatest experience
To have you enter my life was amazing
Your enduring resilience
Keeps my morale always rising
But with that I grow sad
into my soul it is sizing
Blood on my hands, causing me to go mad
You seemingly so pure and undefiled
His grace to allow our meeting makes me glad
Brings back innocence of a child
But I've done evil, things that never wash from my mind
Yours beautiful and wild
Im afraid my past will bind
And keep your purity confined
In this world I have not much to show
To weave this story over time, take it slow
To be at peace; free from pain
Moving forward not in vain
Why do I feel that I've fallen so low?
So much to understand and know
Strike down all those that are foe
Trying my hardest to remain sane
In this world
My pains to carry are dues I owe
When will I be free to go?
Regret and guilt my past a stain
Trapped under the weight of this chain
From all this I can only hope to grow
In this world
A dreary mist settles amongst my world.
Pitter-patter of young feet no longer echo to my ears.
No laughing, no crying, no arguing; things that until now, you forget to appreciate.
A warm body, gentle breathing, a movie in the background; disruptions, needs, and wants.
How arbitrary when submerged.. how needed; when you are alone.
What arises? Nothing, but the isolated pains of a cruel; unforgiving, relentless mind.
Once again left deserted in the isolated caverns of my mind.
The fear of abandonment in this unaccompanied friendless state.
Every shadow a memory of rejection.
Every sound a reminder of my unwanted solitary.
Is it fair to feel secluded from the outside world,
Forever trapped in a desolate uninhabited present.
Unable to attain cheerfulness,
Remaining a forlorn figure in the distance;
Abject Hopelessness.
A degrading, pitiable crestfallen failure.
No, it's not fair.
But, I continue;
Continue pushing towards a better future.
And that is fairness, the ability to carry on and still have a chance at something great.
Compliments are good, lets see
Flattery is bad, it is not free
My words; for you, may be instructive
So you are highly productive..
A good woman, who helps family
Works hard; adventures happily
Reliable and constructive,
So you are highly productive..
Jippii, circus, and much more;
Work in a kitchen, old hearts soar
A deep past that is obstructive,
So you are highly productive..
Blessed be on your continued path,
Not flattery on my behalf,
Let this help be reconstructive
So you are highly productive..
Meeting you is the greatest experience
To have you enter my life was amazing
Your enduring resilience
Keeps my morale always rising
But with that I grow sad
into my soul it is sizing
Blood on my hands, causing me to go mad
You seemingly so pure and undefiled
His grace to allow our meeting makes me glad
Brings back innocence of a child
But I've done evil, things that never wash from my mind
Yours beautiful and wild
Im afraid my past will bind
And keep your purity confined
In this world I have not much to show
To weave this story over time, take it slow
To be at peace; free from pain
Moving forward not in vain
Why do I feel that I've fallen so low?
So much to understand and know
Strike down all those that are foe
Trying my hardest to remain sane
In this world
My pains to carry are dues I owe
When will I be free to go?
Regret and guilt my past a stain
Trapped under the weight of this chain
From all this I can only hope to grow
In this world
On this, I will not compromise. by seaboundstars, literature
Literature
On this, I will not compromise.
I miss being quiet,
but only sometimes.
I am louder now,
voice carrying over;
unapologetic for existing.
It is when I am alone
that I think,
I am too loud.
Too malicious,
more wicked than kind.
I remind myself I can
be gentle, but I must survive.
And, at times,
kindness is being cruel.
glimpsed up in lacquered excess;
cold and cursive wove in teeth.
gravity's been active all the steps,
it's ominous at speed.
old rungs, shackled,
now speak openly of fissures.
habit deems impact of stress
as holographic; augurs plead.
wind up enough to float
and tarry; grip like shallow
skin by fangs languishing
in heat.
can't draw the venom out,
cannot speak in passives.
we have bet all absence
on the obelisk's decree.
Call me Grid. Im here to be here. I love literature of all types. I am a literature enthusiast. I also like to critique when the work inspires me just right! Feel free to help a guy out with networking, if you like it enough you can share/feature my work. Thank you for your time, keep up the good work, and one day may I come across your writings to enjoy
Favourite Visual Artist
Shakespeare and my daughter
Favourite Movies
Big Trouble in Little China (Its cheesy good)
Favourite TV Shows
Currently Seven deadly sins and My bride is a Mermaid
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Lot of Music. Im not good with names and stuff
Favourite Books
GREEN EGGS AND HAM!!! and tons of others. I pretty much have my own library
Favourite Writers
To many to place here. and other no permission to say
It is done. Thank you to all the participants. Now I'll be choosing the lucky winner over the next week. If you received points and would like to comment here to receive possible brownie points to win the main prize you may do so. (I know all who won points so sneaking a comment in won't help you win the main attraction) Good luck ;)
For all those participating in the comment contests. I have not forgotten you. Just have been moving. I will be going over stuff this evening and sending out points that are owed also. Thank you for understanding and participating