to be, I assume.
Ты and I,
two different beings,
and yet, so connected.
Your thoughts,
so confusing for others,
but for me,
so known.
I can feel your words,
the emptiness that
sleeps inside you,
I can feel.
The silence in your
voice,
I can hear.
Ты and I,
as if we are from
the different worlds,
and yet,
we understand each other.
At one point, we do.
That mystery
in your eyes,
magic in your words
I can touch,
though Ты let me not.
Ты won't let it,
that tear in my eyes
must me held,
Ты won't let me
feel the sadness.
I hold my tears
for you,
I want to be peaceful,
I want Ты to be
touched by the breeze
I'm sending,
so Ты could feel me,
so Ты could feel me.
Ты and I,
so different,
and yet, connected
by the thoughts
that are known to ourselves.
A time of darkness & death
Nature will blow it's frigid breath
As the Mighty Oak trees shed their last leaves
While the Животные burrow beneath
As the Earth Weeps
High in the endless black sky
The cold full moon shines
It's phantom rays
Through the forest of skeletons
Brittle arms shiver to the sound
of the Wolf's howl
The Guardian
A horned shadow in the trees
Gives it's watchful stare
Her wings with a silent scream as a
Doomed мышь meets it's fate
Beams of light shoot through the valley
Giving rare warmth in it's touch
The Golden ball of life has arrived
But Death holds it's icy grip
For it is his time of Rule
true Друзья are hard to come by...
yet when Ты catch them Ты feel like Ты can fly...
Ты trust them,
Любовь them,
and talk of future...
Ты know that they will never lie...
and Далее to them Ты stand side by side...
Ты Любовь them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when Ты know your important...
that Ты know Ты have some one to comfort you...
Ты hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Друзья are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
yet when Ты catch them Ты feel like Ты can fly...
Ты trust them,
Любовь them,
and talk of future...
Ты know that they will never lie...
and Далее to them Ты stand side by side...
Ты Любовь them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when Ты know your important...
that Ты know Ты have some one to comfort you...
Ты hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Друзья are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
One night I dreamed I was wlking along the пляж, пляжный with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there where two sets of footprints, other times there were only one set of footprints. This was bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow или defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I сказал(-а) to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, Ты would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life ther had only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed Ты most, Ты have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when Ты have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you.
I hope Ты guys liked this poem by Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
I hope Ты guys liked this poem by Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
His lifeless eyes look into the distant landscape of some new life.
Life that slipped away from his hands,
Joy that faded inside his weighted soul.
And I look at him with grief
Wondering why was his life so painful despite of my prayers.
Oh, I'm afraid to ask who is he talking to in this cruel loneliness
When only wind whispers a melody of sorrow...
His time has gone long ago,
But his eyes of blue ocean look toward a distant view of the unknown life...
Life he Остаться в живых in so many defeats
Scourged by the waves of restlessness.
Within his eyes of blue ocean I see these scars
That will remain forever in my soul
In deadness
I will sink
Alone
With a picture of a martyr
Who lived his life as if it wasn't his,
A martyr with eyes of deep blue ocean
In which I sank...
Life that slipped away from his hands,
Joy that faded inside his weighted soul.
And I look at him with grief
Wondering why was his life so painful despite of my prayers.
Oh, I'm afraid to ask who is he talking to in this cruel loneliness
When only wind whispers a melody of sorrow...
His time has gone long ago,
But his eyes of blue ocean look toward a distant view of the unknown life...
Life he Остаться в живых in so many defeats
Scourged by the waves of restlessness.
Within his eyes of blue ocean I see these scars
That will remain forever in my soul
In deadness
I will sink
Alone
With a picture of a martyr
Who lived his life as if it wasn't his,
A martyr with eyes of deep blue ocean
In which I sank...
Which side do you choose to conquer? The pure of the pens, or the dark, malevolent pens?
The Кошки stomp
The cars start to beep
The Драконы romp
However, this is on the outside world
The one full of undying mischief
Pens Of Promise
They definitely mean well
They shall never send Ты to the awful hell
Pens Of Promise
Shall they tell Ты your destiny?
Mine is already planned out for me
No one knows
The Хор and hope they brought me
Erica's dog has been killed
She grieved, she stood still
All I heard were the petrifying screams
While I was stuck in the endearing grief
But now that I found this pen
I write with it
I can tell chickens from hens
Painting out my life for me
It's all planned out
Don't Ты mortals see?
The ink they share
The lives they dare
No harm can become of you
If Ты follow them, only if Ты do
Can Ты become their leader?
Yes.
This can happen, but only at the rightful best
Because I have tamed these wild best
But they only serve
Me and only me.
